Death warmed over
There was something very wrong with Alice.
Something besides the fact that she was on a fucking island instead of deep underground in Umbrella's Death Valley complex.
She'd gotten used to being a freak. It was just...what she was. What she'd been made into. But now, so far away from Umbrella and the Nevada desert and everything else, she wasn't sure what was going on. It was like being back in the Hive again, almost, without memory or purpose or direction - only this time, it was a jungle she had to navigate instead of a labyrinth of metal corridors and air ducts.
And, instead of the undead, there were much different monsters.
They seemed to have disappeared, now. Alice wasn't sure how many she'd killed. It didn't matter. They weren't undead. Some had the same craving for flesh, but they looked more like vampires than zombies, and others looked like they'd been living in the wild for a long time and just wanted to tear her limb from limb. She'd fought them off, with her guns and her kukris when the bullets ran out, and it wasn't until days - maybe it was hours, or minutes, she couldn't really tell anymore - later that she realized the screams in the distance had died away, and there was nothing else there in the jungle except her.
She retraced her steps back to the building that evening, bleeding and exhausted beyond all reason, exhausted in such a way she hadn't felt since the Hive. She was bleeding from a cut in her side, a cut that should have healed over almost instantly, and her whole body ached with bruises and scrapes.
In a way, she felt...good. In another way, an entirely more painful and visible way, she felt like shit.
[OOC: Feel free to find her in the jungle or anywhere outside the compound. She's too tired to shoot anybody this time, fortunately. :D]
Something besides the fact that she was on a fucking island instead of deep underground in Umbrella's Death Valley complex.
She'd gotten used to being a freak. It was just...what she was. What she'd been made into. But now, so far away from Umbrella and the Nevada desert and everything else, she wasn't sure what was going on. It was like being back in the Hive again, almost, without memory or purpose or direction - only this time, it was a jungle she had to navigate instead of a labyrinth of metal corridors and air ducts.
And, instead of the undead, there were much different monsters.
They seemed to have disappeared, now. Alice wasn't sure how many she'd killed. It didn't matter. They weren't undead. Some had the same craving for flesh, but they looked more like vampires than zombies, and others looked like they'd been living in the wild for a long time and just wanted to tear her limb from limb. She'd fought them off, with her guns and her kukris when the bullets ran out, and it wasn't until days - maybe it was hours, or minutes, she couldn't really tell anymore - later that she realized the screams in the distance had died away, and there was nothing else there in the jungle except her.
She retraced her steps back to the building that evening, bleeding and exhausted beyond all reason, exhausted in such a way she hadn't felt since the Hive. She was bleeding from a cut in her side, a cut that should have healed over almost instantly, and her whole body ached with bruises and scrapes.
In a way, she felt...good. In another way, an entirely more painful and visible way, she felt like shit.
[OOC: Feel free to find her in the jungle or anywhere outside the compound. She's too tired to shoot anybody this time, fortunately. :D]