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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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[Body heat. Well, that's enough to make Alice's skin crawl just a bit. Or do they have any sort of body heat themselves? Even their blood seemed lifeless, coagulated and cold. Like the same sort of foul stench of blood when Rutledge had the unfortunate pleasure of dragging away their dead.

Disgusting.]

They didn't scratch or bite you, have they?

[Souji instinctively looks at some scratches on his arm. He'd almost forgotten about the scratches--and he still has no idea what caused them.]

...I'm not sure.

[For a moment, Alice almost makes the gesture as if she wants to look, but that's not necessarily the case as she picks herself back up. What was that man's name again?

Oh, yes. Daryl. That's what he's said before, Alice remembers it very clearly.]

Well.

[It shouldn't be that bad, should it? He's not sputtering around like these beasts. He could look a bit better, but so could Alice.]

I know they had not laid a hand on me.

[Alice at the very least can be a very quick fighter. There's that.]

So you're not sure? It's what that man Daryl said. You become one of them if they bite you.

[Souji nods. That's usually how zombies work. He looks up at her, fully expecting her to bail. It's a survival thing, after all.]

I know I wasn't bitten. But I don't know what caused the scratches.

[Not yet, not quite. Compared to some ruffians that strut the street of London, he's mild in comparison. A little too skinny and his eyes are far too warm. But now Alice's vivid imagination trails off and wonders if he, too, will turn out like them. And how would that go down? How far along were these walkers in their rotting process for this to happen? It's just a small, innocent thought. A very cruel thought at that.]

I see.

[Alice, of course, makes a habit of brushing off her apron... not that it will do much at the moment, considering.]

Well, in the event you may turn out like them, I suppose I will return the favor.

[She says it pretty neutral, without batting an eyelash. If she's joking or not, that's another thing entirely.]

[Souji smiles a little.]

I think if I turn out like them, you could take me on pretty easily.

[For a second, that smile makes her want to rip it off his lips. Just an irrational, dark thought, nothing more. Although Alice is guilty of having her darker moments, she seems fairly calm about it.]

That isn't something to smile about.

[She chides. And once again, if Alice is joking about it, it's another matter entirely. Alice may have not been initially phased by the onslaught of walkers, but her mind isn't free from the imagery. Her delicate, twisted mind at times. They'll stain her nightmares as much as their blood on her apron and dress. For good measure, Alice even flicks out the glistening vorpal blade, that's now clean of their blood. Blood that seems to slowly start to irritate Alice, who's even tempted just to throw herself in the waters.

Just as impulsive and irrational as ever.]

I'm already sick of smelling blood as it is. What good is it to have another being's blood on me?

[Souji can't help that his smile widens a little, but it's a soft smile. There's nothing mocking or amused or even really happy in it. It's just gentle.]

Good point. But if it's to protect yourself, isn't it necessary?

[Boys. Or men, rather. Or maybe just people as a whole -- there's just some times that Alice struggles with basic socializing. She turns away with a light scoff. Is it bad that Alice wants to see another turn and for her own amusement and frustration to take them out herself?]

What happens to me doesn't matter. We can't have any additional undead about as it is. This isn't what painting the roses red is about.

[Souji peers up at her curiously.]

What was it about?