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Who: Alice Liddell and open to anyone who cares to have fun
Where: Anywhere!
When: The duration of the zombie event
Rating: Violence, mostly. I guess language, but I'll try to keep it tame >_>?!
Summary: Not much, really. The fourth time in a Wonderland shouldn't be this disgusting for Alice. Combined with hyper vigilance and disgust, it's a nasty recipe.
The Story:

[They could almost pass as something akin to the card guards on a worse day for how slow they were, how much their smell was so putrid and foul. And after a moment of reeling from reality and subconscious, it only comes natural that Alice slickly pulls out the vorpal blade and assumes a stance where she can both run or jump back.

Experience has always taught her that staying away from a large portion is the better of ideas. And after a thorough warning, Alice has been rather successful in keeping distance between herself and harms way. No bites or scratches, only armed with her vorpal blade and a make due blunt object. Yet Alice has managed to stay a good distance away from a few, especially after delivering a hard kick to one of their chests.

At times like this, bloomers and petticoats can be surprisingly restricting, Alice opting to keep on the defensive and pull away as quickly as possible. Of course she's capable of being violent, it's just the decent amount of... whatever these beings were. Walkers? Was starting to grate Alice's nerves and try her mentally.]

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[Ardeth is all but dancing his way through the creatures, cutting their heads off with his sword as he moves. He spots a girl that he recognizes from the network.]

Miss! Are you all right?

[Fantastic. Not at all, actually, especially when Alice seems more annoyed than worried. After gaining some space and leeway, Alice does glance over to the newcomer.

And thank goodness he's not dead. After coming into Wonderland with a bloody apron, Alice's blue pinafore dress is already drenched in blood and dried flicks on her face. From behind, Alice seemed to look deceptive, but the moment she turns around, her knife, face, and dress is splashed with dead blood.]

I was rather hoping to at the very least get out of this spot.

[The fact Alice can't seem to move to point A to point B seems to grate her nerves more than it worries her.]

Perhaps I can... [He pauses to dispose of several more zombies as they converge on him.] ...be of some assistance?

[It's officially a party?

Alice isn't used to being the center of attention and on a different day, Alice would simply reject the notion of being a damsel in distress. Today is not that day when you're fighting-

They are kind of dead, aren't they? Sort of? Alice will ponder that later.]

If you can disregard the mess, then by all means, suit yourself.

[And the frantic slashing and cutting will resume accompanied by the blunt object Alice is capable of using pretty well, even to her surprise. Who would have thought a fireplace iron would work so well?]

These sorts of things do tend to be messy. [He spins to take out three creatures with one swing of his blade, then looks at Alice.] You seem to be quite comfortable in a fight. What sort of warrior are you?

[Don't gawk, Alice, don't gawk. She can always ask later, but that was fairly impressive on his own. And he thinks she's a warrior? Alice brushes off the notion of the initial shock.]

I am not a warrior, I am simply me.

[It would make sense, since, well, Alice had slightly originated Wonderland. Slightly. Although it wasn't surprising to see, it was something even Alice couldn't conjure with her mind. And out of pure frustration, Alice takes the blunt weapon of a pipe in the left hand to knock a walker's head off clean. Dashing away, Alice is showing her real feelings on the matter: exasperation.]

This is becoming tiring! The only thing I can ask for right now is to find a place that isn't littered with some sort of corruption!

[LARGE PUT OUT SIGH. Oh, wait, maybe she should stop, you know. Stabbing walkers through their skulls if she's starting to get annoyed with the mess.]

[He slashes through two skulls and spins to face her.]

Do you mean here or in general?

Here!

[And Alice thought the ruins that littered her Wonderland before were horrid, but these things are worse in the disgusting factor.]

This is becoming a fool's errand. Well, mister, where were you planning to go?

I have been seeking to help those having trouble defending themselves. Perhaps you'd care to join me.

[Alice doesn't respond first, especially when a walker sends her into a fit of rage by nearly causing her to trip. It's also a way she expresses her anger with her situation. She ends up savagely stabbing one in a vicious frenzy. Once the walker falls and Alice is left with nothing more than a blood-splattered face, her expression seems hollow.

With strangers, Alice always carries a wariness with people she doesn't know for various reasons. Her natural inclination is to refuse, purely because she doesn't seem to know him. His intentions may be good, but so have others how Alice previously have known.]

Perhaps.

Simply because it is this bad.

[He knows that wariness; he's seen it in people before.] I'll stay more than arm's reach away from you while we go.

[There's enough breathing room here. Alice takes the time to catch her breath, once they gain a good enough clearing. Turning back at the man, Alice doesn't quite nod, but her facial expression says it all.

"Deal". It's fine, for now.]

And what of others? How badly has this situation escalated.

It is everywhere. And I have discovered that they infect those they bite.

[Once she gets a breather and her lungs are filled back with air, Alice gives a curt nod.]

The noises attract them too. I'm sure the longer we stay here, the more ruckus will draw them. If we are to leave, this would be the only opportunity to do so.

Then let's go.

[He dashes towards the gardens, dodging creatures and slashing at their heads as he passes.]