Even though he was taunting for her to come out from hiding, her words were finding a spot in her head as she frowned, jumping to her feet at the sound of a sudden Runner. She rushed down the steps seeing the tackling play out. She stood far off the kitchen as she stood there, spaced.

[i]He looks a little bit older me but he sounded much, much older. He's got the build of a soldier. Oh god, is he a firefly? This is probably my last chance. I've kept running into dead ones anyways. But why would he save me like that? Not that I have to admit I would've gotten killed for my... surprise attack but ugh, I'm getting off track, he's going to get killed.[/i]

Alice would've happily jumped in to return the favor but it looked like he had him so instead, she picked up his short sword, kicking off an extra clip for the pistol before he finally finished him with a shot. Alice stood by the sink in a defensive stance, gripping his sword tightly in her right hand, blood splattered on her sweater, her machete strapped around her back.

"I think your words came back to bite you," she sneered. "Don't we all have it coming sooner or later?"