The calm before the storm
Alice had sort of settled in to life on the Island. If 'settled in' meant 'only occasionally looking over her shoulder for shambling hordes of the undead'.
The worst thing about it? It would be so easy to like it here, so easy to just...relax. But she still couldn't. Not after everything that had happened. Not after the Hive, not after Raccoon City, not after five years of wandering the wasteland the world had become after the outbreak of the T-Virus. No matter how much she wanted to believe otherwise, she knew that it was only a matter of time before this little oasis was overrun too.
And this time, she wouldn't be able to fight it.
This place had done something to her. She'd found that out the first night in the jungle, fighting those monsters - she was slower, weaker, and she was damn sure she couldn't move things with her mind anymore. Maybe it was a good thing. She was human again instead of a freak. But...maybe she'd needed to be a freak, to get the job done. Well, now there wasn't a job, and if there ever was again, she wouldn't be nearly as prepared for it this time around.
It was fucking frustrating, is what it was.
Still, the coffee was nice. As was the running water - she couldn't remember the last time she'd had a shower, before the island - and a clean change of clothes. She kept her old ones, washed them, but had foregone the desert wear this visit to the compound for a pair of faded jeans, a thick leather belt, and a floaty, sleeveless grey blouse the clothing box in the basement had volunteered. It was either that or a shirt that said, in bright neon letters, 'MAKE LOVE NOT WAR'. Now that had pissed Alice off.
She sat outside on the steps leading up to the Compound, sipping from a fresh-brewed mug of caffeine-laden coffee. Next to her was a large bag containing all her worldly possessions, including her old clothes and her spent guns. Her programmed Timex, meanwhile, she wore on her wrist, and her kukris were shoved into her belt. She wasn't stupid enough to go around unarmed, after all, despite everything.
Except for the slight wrinkle of a frown between her brows, she seemed to be content. Anyone who knew Alice - a category that consisted of absolutely nobody still alive - would know that this was absolute bullshit.
[OOC: Great time to meet her! Tag away. ST and LT welcome.]
The worst thing about it? It would be so easy to like it here, so easy to just...relax. But she still couldn't. Not after everything that had happened. Not after the Hive, not after Raccoon City, not after five years of wandering the wasteland the world had become after the outbreak of the T-Virus. No matter how much she wanted to believe otherwise, she knew that it was only a matter of time before this little oasis was overrun too.
And this time, she wouldn't be able to fight it.
This place had done something to her. She'd found that out the first night in the jungle, fighting those monsters - she was slower, weaker, and she was damn sure she couldn't move things with her mind anymore. Maybe it was a good thing. She was human again instead of a freak. But...maybe she'd needed to be a freak, to get the job done. Well, now there wasn't a job, and if there ever was again, she wouldn't be nearly as prepared for it this time around.
It was fucking frustrating, is what it was.
Still, the coffee was nice. As was the running water - she couldn't remember the last time she'd had a shower, before the island - and a clean change of clothes. She kept her old ones, washed them, but had foregone the desert wear this visit to the compound for a pair of faded jeans, a thick leather belt, and a floaty, sleeveless grey blouse the clothing box in the basement had volunteered. It was either that or a shirt that said, in bright neon letters, 'MAKE LOVE NOT WAR'. Now that had pissed Alice off.
She sat outside on the steps leading up to the Compound, sipping from a fresh-brewed mug of caffeine-laden coffee. Next to her was a large bag containing all her worldly possessions, including her old clothes and her spent guns. Her programmed Timex, meanwhile, she wore on her wrist, and her kukris were shoved into her belt. She wasn't stupid enough to go around unarmed, after all, despite everything.
Except for the slight wrinkle of a frown between her brows, she seemed to be content. Anyone who knew Alice - a category that consisted of absolutely nobody still alive - would know that this was absolute bullshit.
[OOC: Great time to meet her! Tag away. ST and LT welcome.]