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Summary: The Earth is flourishing, happily. But humans are endangered and on the verge of extinction after the greedy corporation Umbrella knowingly releases a viral plague. Small human civilizations survive including a moving convoy led by the strong Claire Redfield. Her solitary world turns upside down when she meets an infuriating yet mysterious woman named Alice. Claire soon learns about an underground survivor camp through Alice and heads there. However, Claire begins to secretly fear losing K-Mart, who has become her only source of strength over the years.
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Started: November 11, 2011
Series: One Shot
Copyright: Capcom owns the Resident Evil franchise, not me.
Notices: This story contains violence and sexual content. Additionally, this story will contain grammatical or other errors. If you're feverish over the errors, feel free to privately message me about what you find and help me improve.
Summary: The Earth is flourishing, happily. But humans are endangered and on the verge of extinction after the greedy corporation Umbrella knowingly releases a viral plague. Small human civilizations survive including a moving convoy led by the strong Claire Redfield. Her solitary world turns upside down when she meets an infuriating yet mysterious woman named Alice. Claire soon learns about an underground survivor camp through Alice and heads there. However, Claire begins to secretly fear losing K-Mart, who has become her only source of strength over the years.
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Started: November 11, 2011
Series: One Shot
Trigon
by Red Hope
Chapter 18
K-Mart was curled up with her back pressed against the bench seat. She listened to Claire getting settled into the front. She chewed on her lower lip and debated whether to talk to Claire about last night. Unbelievable last night felt like days ago after she considered everything that'd happened today.
"Claire?"
The convoy leader finished getting comfortable as possible then leaned her head against the cool passenger window. "Yeah, K?" She already knew a serious conversation was pending, and she prayed it wasn't ugly.
"Last night..." K-Mart faltered once the memories lifted to the surface. Most likely her friend was tensing up each passing second. "Alice told me she met my mother." Despite so much was said today, she hadn't explained to Claire what the talk between K-Mart and Alice had really been about last night.
Claire lifted her head off the glass. "How did she meet her?" Open curiosity was thick in her voice. But she was thankful it wasn't a discussion about how K-Mart ended up having sex with Alice. Right now Claire wasn't ready to go down that road.
"Alice's friend, Jill, worked for Umbrella too. They both were Head of Security. Jill was..." K-Mart continued retelling Claire everything she'd learned about her mother. Patiently the leader listened to it all until K-Mart was done.
Claire pulled down the hat's brim after hearing about Elizabeth Case's death thanks to Umbrella. She could relate to K-Mart's pain because her own mother's death was pure devastation when she was a teenager. After her mother's untimely death, Claire's life slowly churned with more and more darkness. All that gave her any light now was K-Mart's unwavering presence day in and day out.
"I'm sorry, K," Claire whispered. Each shattering emotion was clear in K-Mart's voice, and Claire remained still despite K-Mart's pains.
K-Mart had turned on her back and now pulled the blankets over her shoulders. "Thanks for listening." She rarely expected any comfort from the convoy leader. Claire looked after her in ways that people didn't understand or noticed, and it was enough for K-Mart.
"Get some rest," the leader gently instructed. She hoped K-Mart could sleep unlike her and Alice.
K-Mart shut her eyes but sleep was still far away. "Claire..." She was clearly uneasy and hesitantly opened her eyes, Claire's stern profile in her peripheral view. "Last night... I..." She squeezed her eyelids tightly closed once she fathom what was cutting through deep in Claire. But betrayal seemed to be thickest in K-Mart's mind. Despite it, Claire hadn't left her side and continued protecting her.
"Today has been a long day," Claire whispered with thick warning. "Let me rest too, K-Mart." However, peace would be far from Claire tonight.
K-Mart relented because her friend was right. She and Alice had pushed Claire very far today without letting Claire catch her breath. To K-Mart's amazement, Claire hadn't shut them out totally and instead asked for a moment of space. She had to respect the leader's wishes and curled up under the blankets.
Claire released a relieved breath and leaned against the window again. She shut her eyes, but sleep wouldn't find her tonight. Instead countless thoughts would run ramped through her head all night. There was a lot to deal with now between Alice and K-Mart then Umbrella's potential plans to wipe the convoy off the Earth. Solutions seemed meager if not impossible, and everything weighed heavy on Claire's steely chest. How much more pressure would it take before the steel bent and broke? Perhaps all that had to fall was a feather.
For the hundredth time, Claire shifted in the bench seat. She couldn't get comfortable at all tonight. But that was to be expected considering tonight's tension. Another glance at the quarter moon told her only an hour had passed since the last check. In her lap, the radio sat between her thighs and everything was quiet on both the convoy's channel and also Alice's. So far there hadn't been any trouble, and it was just after two o'clock in the morning. In the back row, K-Mart had fallen asleep hours ago, thankfully. At least one of them would sleep.
Claire toyed with the radio in her lap and licked her lips. She wondered how Alice was making out, alone in the wilderness. After twenty minutes of internal fighting, she inched the volume down to nearly silent then brought the radio up. She hit the mic and simply ordered Alice to meet her by the theatre. An answer wasn't necessary because Claire knew Alice would come to her.
Silently the convoy leader gathered her items then slipped out of the truck but didn't slam the door. Instead the door was closed to keep the cold air out and would allow Claire to get in with less noise once she returned to the truck. Shrugging on the dark red leather jacket, Claire hurried to the theatre and visually scanned over the camp. She passed the nearly dead bonfire then approached the theatre's side where she'd spoke to Alice earlier this evening. Turning a full circle, Claire retrieved her Beretta Cougar for safety and fingered her radio. She didn't see or hear Alice until seconds later.
"You should stay in the truck." Alice's voice drifted through the darkness.
Claire faced the older woman, who came through a row of chairs from in the theatre. She kept the handgun at her side in case there was any trouble while she was out with Alice. "I wanted to put my eyes on you."
Alice grinned and approached the convoy leader. "Do I look more my age since this evening?" She noted the green glow from Claire's night sight on the gun.
"Funny," Claire muttered. "Do you always deflect serious situations with jokes?"
Alice wasn't prodded and countered, "As much as you like to deflect emotional situations with cold glares."
Claire slotted her eyes and couldn't halt that exact cold glare after Alice's comeback. She let out a breath that eased some of her annoyance. "I didn't come out here to argue with you."
Alice hadn't lost her smug grin and posed, "I think you like it."
Claire clenched her hands and did her very best not to slug Alice right there. For whatever reason, Alice was back to pushing her hot buttons again. "You and K-Mart need to back off for a bit," she grounded out.
Alice lost her smirk rather instantly once the fair warning was brought up. It was true that she and K-Mart had put Claire through a gauntlet today. She nodded then hesitantly offered, "I'm sorry." She touched her brow once she realized what she was doing to Claire. "I just..." She lowered her hand and admitted, "I like your reactions too much."
"One day you may not like my reaction if you keep at it," Claire promised.
Alice parted her lips slightly. She realized exactly what Claire was telling her. Somehow she'd gained Claire's trust, but if she kept pushing and pushing then Claire may just retract the trust. That wasn't something Alice wanted to lose, a precious diamond still in the rough.
Claire felt that Alice got her point so she was able to relax again. "I guess everything has been quiet?"
"So far." Alice twisted her head around and looked at the moon. "It must be nearly three o'clock."
"Two thirty," Claire corrected. She found beautiful blue eyes on her again. "Maybe we'll make it through the night."
"Is K-Mart sleeping?" Alice checked. She suspected so after checking on the truck an hour ago from her spot in the trees near that side of the convoy.
"Yes." Claire had a thin frown though. "She said you met her mother... Elizabeth."
Alice put her hands into the jacket's pockets then rocked on her boots. "Yes." She suspected that Claire knew what K-Mart now knew about Elizabeth.
Claire shook her head and murmured, "That's what you had to talk to K-Mart about. She didn't say why she wanted to see you last night. I thought..." She brushed aside the notion that'd worried her last night and still came true anyway.
"That wasn't my intent, Claire," Alice expressed.
Claire warily eyed the older woman. "If I thought you were using K-Mart, I would have shot you this morning." There'd been no regret either and that was all too obvious.
Alice lifted her chin a bit but studied Claire's masked features. However, she honestly tempted, "So does K-Mart have a right to shoot you?" She noted the confusion surfacing in Claire. "You did use me."
Claire clenched her jaw and flexed her grip on the Beretta. But she could tell that Alice wasn't being snide, just trying to make a point.
"Have you been using K-Mart?" Alice gently questioned. She didn't need an answer and instead posed, "I just think K-Mart is right that we shouldn't squander what happiness we find. We sure as Hell earned it after what we've each been through."
"It's not that simple," Claire argued. Some desperation showed on her face. "I wish it was that goddamn simple, but it's not like that."
Alice moved in closer and stated, "It is that simple." She touched Claire's flushed cheek. "You just won't let anybody get in that close."
Claire heard Alice, but she pretended to ignore it. The pull that she felt towards Alice became rather apparent that moment, and Alice was using it on Claire. She grabbed Alice's hand and took it from her face. "I'm not leaving either of you but I can't... be there right now." She prayed that Alice would spare her the space she needed right now. "Please, Alice," she murmured.
Alice inwardly crumbled at Claire's first ever plea. She thought she misheard the whisper until she saw it in Claire's green eyes. "Can you ever be there?" Alice tempted.
"I... I don't know," Claire honestly confessed.
Alice's eyes fluttered until she accepted that it was better than a 'no'. Her advice to K-Mart about waiting it out echoed in her mind. Like K-Mart, she had to hold out until Claire was ready to open up to them. If anything, Claire's willingness to become somewhat intimately involved with her and K-Mart was an indicator of hope rather than loss.
Claire sighed after the squeeze to her hand. She just really needed a break before she met her wit's end soon. She bowed her head and stared at the Beretta Cougar that'd saved several lives on many repeat occasions, including her own. But right now it couldn't save her from what was starting to compress against her chest.
"Come on," Alice gently ordered. She directed the convoy leader to the camp and decided to walk with her. She stayed close to Claire's side on the trip to the F-350. "K-Mart's birthday is coming up soon?"
Claire nodded then quietly answered, "It's on the twenty-first."
Alice did the math and murmured, "That's five days away." She curiously studied Claire. "She'll be eighteen?"
"Yeah." Claire fiddled with the hat's brim. "Although she seems like she's going on thirty."
Alice agreed but grinned and teased, "What's that make us?"
Claire gave a mock glower and jested, "Me... fifty. You... a thirteen year old."
Alice muffled a laugh but her chest softly rumbled from it. She shot a smirk at Claire and commented, "I think you're getting more comfortable around me."
"Don't blow your head up too big," Claire remarked. But she also didn't deny Alice's statement.
Keeping the silence, Alice just enjoyed the moment of teasing between them. It was a good sign despite the miles they still had to go before they could fit together. K-Mart and Alice were easily fitting into place but that was thanks to K-Mart's openness. Undoubtedly it'd taken K-Mart some time to fit to Claire, and it was no different for Alice now.
Claire approached the truck's front passenger door that she'd exited earlier. She sensed Alice moving closer to her.
"Try to get some rest," Alice softly insisted. But the look on Claire's face told her otherwise so she tried another tactic. "I'm watching over everything... you can trust me, Claire."
The convoy leader shook her head and whispered, "It's not that." She glanced away and realized she couldn't voice what did concern her. Instead, she turned to the truck and grasped the large silver handle. But a warmer hand covered hers and drew her attention to Alice.
"What?" Alice softly pressed.
Claire shook her head and didn't wish to discuss it further.
Alice could feel the leader's desire to let the topic go. She relented by freeing Claire then taking a step away.
"Be careful," Claire ordered. She climbed into the truck after opening the door enough.
Alice waited until the convoy leader was inside the F-350. In those few seconds, she replayed the underlying concern that'd been hidden in Claire's usually cold eyes. It'd been real, Alice decided. She put away her thoughts and instead slipped into the darkness of the nearby woods. She had checks to do and didn't want to disregard her promised duty tonight.
Around four o'clock, Alice decided on a brief thirty minute exercise with her kukris. She'd recently checked the perimeter and still everything was quiet. All the stress from lately was building up in her head and needed an outlet. Alice found a nice open field and began practicing with her kukris then performing various martial arts moves. Once she was finished, she was rather wired and blood rushed through her body. She sheathed her kukris and started another check around the area that included a jog so her body would cool off.
Only a little more than an hour remained before dawn and that alone gave hope that the convoy would make it out of the valley safely and whole. Alice hadn't smelled anything in the winds or heard undead. Occasionally small herds of deer moved around the convoy but otherwise there was little to no disturbance, even from wildlife. Oddly, around five thirty any signs of wildlife were far and few between. Most likely the nocturnal animals were headed to their burrows for the day.
"Alice, come back to camp," Claire radioed. She was out of the truck and ready to get the convoy moving shortly. As far as she was concerned, breakfast could wait until lunchtime so that the convoy could keep moving. She couldn't shake the bad sensations coursing under her skin all night.
Shortly Alice returned to camp and found only Claire Redfield milling about at the rear of the truck. She made sure her approach was apparent to the convoy leader.
Claire quietly shut the tailgate then slung the M4 carbine across her back and adjusted the strap over her chest. "I want to get out of here as quickly as possible." She glanced towards the east but sunlight still hadn't quite peeked over the horizon.
Alice nodded. "What can I do?"
The convoy leader nearly started giving normal, routine orders but faltered for an instant. Those were orders she always gave Carlos in his position as manager. Had she and Alice come this far that it felt natural for her to shift her trust, as convoy leader, into Alice from Carlos?
Alice caught the leader's hesitation but before she could ask anything, a scent drifted under her nose. Her head jerked to the left, and her eyes instantly honed in on the danger that lit her blood on fire.
Claire sensed the dramatic shift that reminded her of a wolf picking up on a prey's scent. She tore the M4 carbine off her back once the low yet distinct groans rang in her ears. "Shit!" Her hopes were too good to be true after all.
Alice knew that K-Mart was asleep in the truck, which was about to be swarmed by undead. She extracted the TDI Vector as she launched up into the air and landed onto the truck cover.
Claire ripped off her radio and started giving the alarm. She aimed her carbine at the undead rushing for her. The spew of bullet cases bounced off the side of the truck while the undead were cut down.
Alice's heavy boots boomed down the hard tonneau cover, which jarred K-Mart awake. Jumping again, she flew over the truck's roof, past the hood, and neatly landed in front of the truck. All around her were undead that lunged for her. But the submachine gun smoothly cut into undead brain matter with expert skill. Distantly a carbine's rattling echoed in her ears.
K-Mart had awoken in a panic and instantly grabbed the Glock from under the bench seat. Her body was in training mode that Claire had engrained in her head over the year. She released the safety then climbed into the front seat. She wasn't surprised to find the truck's keys in the ignition. Claire had done it for K-Mart's own safety. K-Mart started up the truck.
Claire continued firing on the undead that seemed to pour down on her. She gave a low cry and was forced to back step. She raised the radio after Carlos's frantic cry over the channel. Several orders barked out from her mouth to the managers. But the truck's roaring engine made her thinly smile in pride at K-Mart.
K-Mart hastily flicked on the headlights, which pierced through all the darkness. But raw fear slowly rose up from her stomach and gripped her heart. There was no way to count all the undead creatures coming from the woods. Then the light illuminated one large man in a black trench coat that calmly walked through the trees towards them. His head lifted and the light glinted red in his eyes before his focus settled on Alice.
"Oh... my god," K-Mart whispered. She strangled her fear then grabbed the shifter knob. Jerking it into reverse, she hit the gas pedal and peeled away from the onslaught.
Claire rehooked her radio in time then jumped onto the truck's platform. She barely grabbed the large mirror and held on as K-Mart reversed the truck into the center of the camp. Now the survivors could start openly firing on the horde. Once the truck stopped, Claire grabbed her radio and snapped at Carlos about being able to see.
Overhead lights from the vehicles suddenly flooded the area and shined brightly against the undead horde that rampaged into the camp. Survivors well trained to shoot made quicker work of the undead now that they could see their targets. Screams and shouts poured across the camp as fast as the bullets. In the thick of it, Alice continued using her fighting skills to cut down any of them near her and saved a few survivors from being eaten.
K-Mart released the truck's lock and allowed Claire to get in with her. "Did you see him!?"
"See who?" Claire yelled.
"That baldheaded huge guy," K-Mart hastily replied. "He had on a trench coat. He has to be leading them!"
The convoy leader was franticly searching for whoever her friend had seen, but it was only undead all around them. "Just stay in here!" She was reloading the carbine with a new thirty round magazine.
K-Mart flexed her damp grip against the steering wheel and saw her friend opening the door. "Be careful."
Claire was already out and slammed the truck door. She rapidly began firing on the undead that came for the truck. "Come on, bastards." She gritted her teeth and continued taking them out.
K-Mart glanced in the rearview mirror for the first time. In it, Mikey's van was clearly visible and so was his ensuing battle with several undead that'd snuck past prior gunfire. Mikey's chances were wearing thin by the minute.
Fearing for her friend, K-Mart hastily reacted to the situation. She'd put the truck in park then grabbed the radio from the glovebox, Glock already in hand. K-Mart hurried to the rear bench seat and forced open the two rear windows. She hastily crawled through the opening and stood up on the tonneau cover then lined the Glock's sight on undead near Mikey. In rapid succession, K-Mart took out six undead with one bullet to the head of each.
Mikey was surprised and jerked his head up in K-Mart's direction. He studied his friend's firing stance then looked down at the six undead no longer attacking him. A silent thank you went out to his friend. But when he looked back at the Ford truck, he hollered, "K-Mart!" He raised his silver and black handgun and started firing on the undead that made an attempt for K-Mart.
K-Mart felt her knees weaken when an undead climbed up onto the tonneau cover with her. She took a small step back when he advanced on her.
The undead snarled at the tasty human that was young flesh. He then jumped for her until a bullet pierced his forehead. He slammed into the tonneau cover face first at the human's feet. His dark blood oozed over the pretty yellow cover and pooled near dirty boot tips.
K-Mart stared in horror at the creature. Her head jerked to the right where the bullet had come from, and she locked eyes with Alice near the gas tanker. Another heavy breath did nothing to sooth her heart.
"Get in the truck!" Claire's yell cut through K-Mart's daze.
But K-Mart was still frozen until Mikey's painful cry curled her stomach. Her head snapped forward again in time to witness an undead on top of her friend. "Mikey!" she screamed. K-Mart raced down the truck then jumped off the rear. Much to her surprise, she collided into a soft body and expected to be eaten alive. But instead she was thrown against the truck's tailgate and found fiery green eyes above her.
"Get back in the fucking truck!" Claire snarled. Quickly she'd snared K-Mart by her jacket and forced her towards the front of the truck.
"Mikey!" K-Mart pleaded with the convoy leader.
Claire didn't care who died among the survivors as long as it wasn't K-Mart or Alice. Mikey sure as Hell wasn't on that list right now.
K-Mart darted around Claire until a strong arm hooked her across the stomach. "No!" But to her relief, Mikey tossed the undead off and was getting to his feet. K-Mart's struggle faded away until she turned around. Another undead suddenly appeared, and she froze again.
Claire saw it in time. She released K-Mart and raised the carbine with both hands. She slammed the butt stock into the undead's face and sent him down. Rapidly she drove the butt stock repeatedly into the creature's head until it didn't twitch at all. Claire then grabbed K-Mart's wrist and dragged her to the driver's door, which she threw open.
K-Mart was shoved up into the running truck and door slammed harshly in a final warning not to leave. Unshed tears stung her eyes as emotions began warring against her.
A delusional calm briefly settled over Claire now that K-Mart was back in the truck. But she returned to her killing spree in hopes to keep the truck from being overrun by undead. She had to protect K-Mart.
In the center of the chaos, Alice continued firing upon the undead. Bullets littered the area around her and so did the undead bodies. Past training had taken over Alice's body like a ghost. Not a single bullet was wasted, and each one hit its mark. Once the TDI Vector clicked with blanks, Alice tossed the gun and extracted her kukris. Undead fell just as quickly, and their dark blood coated the blades.
Wrenching hard, Alice freed the kukri from a half decomposed head then threw her kukris into another undead's skull. She performed a kick that sent a third undead into the horde. She sliced through two then recovered her second kukris. For every one she killed, there were two more to replace it. The odds were terrible but that's what Alice loved about it.
"Alice!" Carlos hollered. He was positioned on the bus's roof and taking out whoever he could kill in the horde. He'd been amazed by Alice's ruthless skills that were not something from basic training at Umbrella. "Alice!" he cried again. But his warning fell on deaf ears.
At the two o'clock position, Carlos saw a hulking man in a trench coat coming through the horde. At first he was baffled by the large man but when he strangled a survivor, Carlos knew an enemy. He tore off his radio.
"Chase," Carlos radioed, "You see the guy in the black trench coat at your ten o'clock?"
"Oh yeah I see Trenchy," Chase replied. He was positioned on the diesel tanker directly across from Carlos.
"Take him out," Carlos ordered. He knew that Chase was already lining up his sights.
Chase fine tuned his sight onto Trenchy's forehead. He pulled on the trigger and grinned at hitting his mark. But slowly his grin faded once Trenchy continued pushing through the undead horde. He grounded his teeth then readjusted his sight. He fired again.
Carlos saw the shots did nothing to Trenchy. He raised his rifle and began firing on Trenchy too.
"Bullets ain't killin' him!" Chase bellowed over the radio channel.
Carlos lowered his rifle then grabbed the radio from his hip. He hit the mic and yelled, "We got a serious problem, Claire!" The convoy leader hastily responded to his hail.
Claire made out Trenchy's head over the tide of undead in the camp. Damn. K-Mart was right earlier. Claire killed a few undead coming at her then lifted the radio to her mouth. "Chase, get on the fire cannon and burn that son of a bitch to Hell!"
"Ya got it!" Chase slung his rifle over his back then raced up the tanker to the waiting fire cannon. But he drew up short when an undead jumped up from the hood of the tanker and landed next to the cannon. "Damn," he muttered but wasn't deterred from his mission.
Carlos saw the cowboy's issue so he raised his rifle and hoped his aim was half decent from this far. "Pray for me, Chase." He pulled the trigger.
Chased ducked out of reaction but straightened up after the undead fell backwards and over the front of the truck. He gave a grin in Carlos's direction despite he wouldn't see it. He hopped over to the cannon.
Carlos lowered his aim down to the horde and continued helping the survivors cherry pick off the undead. But Trenchy's new location made him worry so he yelled, "Alice!" He couldn't break Alice's fighting haze and feared what'd happen if Chase used the fire cannon. He grabbed the radio and hit the mic. "He's too close to Alice! You're going to get her killed, Chase!"
Carlos's transmission wasn't lost on Claire, who looked over at Trenchy. "Alice!" she hollered across the camp. Her throat ached from the desperate cry.
Alice drove a kukris into an undead's stomach then used the other blade to decapitate him. Once her blades were free, Claire's next yell cut through her battle lust.
"Beside you, Alice!" Claire swung the empty carbine's butt stock at the undead's head. She drove him down then used her Beretta Cougar to kill him.
Alice twisted her head around and gazed upon the hulking man that came bearing down on her. Carlos's warning rang loudly in her ears, but it was too late. A colliding fist came directly at her and sent her sailing through undead like a plow. Her pained cry rose over the groans and screams.
Trenchy flexed his fisted hands then continued stomping forward, after his fallen prey. He had no weapons like the other humans. He only had his fists and muscles.
Alice had settled on top of an undead, which began moving after a few seconds. His teeth nearly sunk into Alice's shoulder before a bullet ended his chance. She rolled off him after being sprayed by infected blood. A groan filtered from her lips, but she desperately sought her lost kukris, somewhere.
Claire continued her nearly impossible mission to get to Alice. The battle to get across the campsite was a losing feat. A stolen glance at Alice told Claire that there was little hope.
Trenchy pushed through undead and tossed some aside, many fallen in his wake. All his focus was dedicated to the staggering human only yards away.
Alice touched her pounding forehead. But she'd had no luck finding her lost blade. It was time to come up with another plan than cutting down the lumbering giant. She ducked when a flying undead nearly collided with her. Straightening up, she slotted her eyes at Trenchy in front of her. Several bullets were fired on Trenchy from survivors around the camp, but it only served to spray blood on Alice.
Trenchy gave a low growl before his initial attack. He brought his powerful fist towards his enemy.
Alice ducked under his attempt, but she was forced to jump away from a second swing. One of the loaded P220 Sport guns nearly slipped out of her waistband. But Alice didn't have time to care and instead went under a third swing, rolled around, and executed a perfect kick to the back of Trenchy's knee.
Trenchy toppled onto his right knee. A wet blade cut into his neck, but he grabbed it in time with his thick gloved hand. He held tightly to the blade and swung it around along with the human attached to it.
Alice's cry carried over the entire camp. She hadn't expected Trenchy's overwhelming strength and sheer intelligence to handle a fight. Now she paid for it as she sailed over the sea of undead, past the roof of the news van, and collided with the sloped roof of the old museum. A familiar scream that wasn't hers consumed her heart until a hot white flare cut into her neck. Finally her flight ended after she collided into a glass case that dragged across the floor.
Roof debris fell onto the museum's floorboards and allowed the faintest bit of dawn light to stream into the dusty, aged building. Glass shards littered where the case had once been, and Alice's mangled body was slump in the inners of the case. Dust peppered her jeans and black coat while glass covered her body.
Her left arm barely lifted up. Long fingers curled around the foot long wood stake that protruded from Alice's neck. Blood was seeping out from the entrance wound. But Alice's fingers slipped off the wood and fell into her lap where blood pooled already.
Several feet away the last kukri sat forgotten, black blood dripping off the edges. Outside the door of the museum, the battle between the convoy and the undead continued without Alice's needed skills and strength. Not only was the convoy on their own but so were Claire and K-Mart. The sun's first light offered no comfort to the humans because undead were not afraid of the daylight.