Alice's head titled as the ruckus began. In her head, a list of choices went by: Follow Voice no. 1 and head to the back of the store; follow Voice no. 2 and head to the Home Improvement Isle; ignore both and just step out or; ignore both and jump into the fray. As Alice spent some time considering this, she placed all the clothes and shoes she had looted from the zombies in her rucksack, and looked around. So far, there was nothing nearing her, which meant she had time to plan out her next move.

One moment, and she had decided on what to do. Going to her right, she headed to the Home Improvement Isle. In the end, if she ever wanted to join with the rest, then she could drag whoever was there with her into assumed larger group - if he was reasonable of course.

On her way there, she encountered three undead. Looking around her quickly, Alice checked if there was a sign of more of them coming. Seeing none, she smiled happily and approached the shambling dead. It was her policy - if there was no risk to her, then she would execute every undead that came her way. It was both stress relief and for insurance; if by some chance she needed to cross this way again, the less zombies the better.

Lifting the lid of the garbage can up, she calmly approached the trio of zombies, who had taken notice of her and began pacing towards her. Once the first one was close enough, she shoved her improvised towards its torso, disturbing its balance and sending it stumbling back. In the short amount of time were it lost its balance, Alice shoved her kitchen knife up its jaw and into its brain, immediately stepping backwards after.

[color=662d91]"Haah~ These things aren't nearly as much of a challenge without numbers,"[/color] sighing to herself, Alice wiped her knife clean using her pants. 

She repeated the process on the first zombie until they were all blessed with a final death. Humming to herself, Alice took off their clothes and shoes once more, before skipping down the isle. Once she arrived there, she saw her presumed owner of the voice: [b]A rough looking skinhead wielding a well-used baseball bat.[/b] With a light hop, Alice waved her hands in greeting.

[color=662d91]"Hullo there! Fine morning isn't it? The weather is pretty nice too, if I do say so myself. So what brings you to this fine part of town?"[/color] In stark contrast with the chaos going on around them, Alice gave [b]Zed[/b] as cheerful and casual a greeting as can be. Unconcerned with his appearance and the commotion around them, she approached him without a care in the world.