Alice | Fearless Fashionista

"Oh my god. Shut up." Alice muttered as she moved forward, swinging fast. The machete lodged into the infected's neck with a wet crunch, and she yanked it free before spinning into a second strike that opened the next one from jaw to collarbone. Blood hit her cheek, but she barely noticed. She was smiling. The third leapt at her, but she ducked, letting it crash into a shelf. Her combat boot came down hard on its spine as it tried to get back up. Her blade sank into it once, twice, three times until it stopped moving.

She turned toward the door and gently knocked. "Hey! If you're human and not, like, a super polite infected, you can come out now. But heads up, I redecorated. I hope you like the color red." There was no response right away. Alice leaned against the wall beside the door, pulled a juice box from her side pouch and stabbed the straw in. It was apple juice. Not her favorite, but good enough. "Okay, so I'm just gonna assume you were hiding. Which, good job. Very solid instincts. But if you're trapped in there, I can help. No pressure though. If you're emotionally attached to that office, I get it. It's helped you through some tough times."

She waited another second, taking another sip of her juice box. Then she gave the door a gentle kick with the toe of her boot. "Just say something. Literally anything that isn't silence or a weird growl. I promise I'm not going to hurt you." Leaning against the wall again, she continued. "Unless you're hoarding the last strawberry flavored marshmallows. Then I might have to throw hands. Respectfully. But still."

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Alice was raised on love, prepping manuals, and close combat training. She learned how to dress wounds, fix solar panels, and survive in the event of a catastrophe. Her parents weren't paranoid doomsday preppers, they were just