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The motorcycle skidded to a halt on the cracked church floor. Dust swirled around the tires as the rider removed her helmet. Blonde hair spilled over her shoulders, framing a face of steely determination and commanding presence. Every movement radiated confidence and lethal precision. Jack's lips twisted into a sly grin. It was Alice.
"Clear a path," she called, voice sharp and authoritative. Without waiting, she kicked the bike back into motion, sending it roaring forward.
Lickers don't rely on sight; they hunt by sound and heat. The motorcycle's roar and the heat emanating from its engine betrayed its exact location to the nearest creature.
Three meters on, Alice vaulted off the bike in a flawless backward somersault, landing lightly on the ground while the motorcycle thundered ahead. One of the Lickers, drawn by the noise and heat, lunged toward the bike with unnatural speed.
Alice's hands moved like lightning. Two pistols flashed free from holsters at her thighs. Bang! Bang! The bullets tore through the air, striking their marks with deadly precision.
The Licker's roar was cut short as the motorcycle's fuel tank exploded under the impact. Fire flared, an instantaneous explosion sending limbs and gore arcing through the air. Jill, Teri, and Peyton spun around, wide-eyed, unable to look away. The blonde was brutal, efficient, and utterly fearless.
One Licker remained, perched above on a beam, watching with a wet, hungry stare.
Alice traded her pistols for twin submachine guns, strafing toward the right. Her movement was fluid, practiced, each step deliberate. She opened fire on the last Licker, suppressing it as it leapt in her direction.
A giant stone, loosened by the earlier explosions, tumbled down and pinned the creature. It thrashed violently, unable to break free.
"That one's not down yet," Jill murmured, impressed despite herself. The woman who had leapt from the bike was far more dangerous than she first imagined.
"She's fierce," Teri whispered, her voice barely audible over the echoes of gunfire and the groans of the pinned Licker.
The pinned creature twisted, then lunged again, tongue whipping outward like a grotesque whip. Alice didn't flinch. She advanced steadily, SMGs aimed, and fired into the Licker's head. The roar was cut off abruptly as the creature collapsed, twitching and lifeless.
Jill stepped forward, cautious yet curious. "Who are you?"
"Alice," the woman said simply, her tone light yet commanding.
"Jill," Jill replied, offering her name in return.
Jack strolled forward, clapping a hand once against his palm. "Fierce, impressive, attractive. You saved us back there."
Alice glanced at him briefly, expression unreadable. She pointed toward the smoking remains of the Licker's head. "Who did that?"
"That was Jack," Teri said immediately, pride bubbling in her voice. "His gun took it down."
Alice looked Jack over, assessing him with sharp, appraising eyes. "Not bad," she said.
"Don't flatter me," Jack replied with a grin, letting the tension break slightly.
Jill snorted, her disapproval mingling with amusement. "Don't get cocky."
"Jill, really, when have I ever annoyed you?" Jack countered, mock-offended. One hand rested theatrically on his chest. "We've faced life and death together. You know I mean well."
Jill turned her face away, a flush of irritation crossing her cheeks. In this world, alliances and trust were fragile; Jack's brand of charm had a strange way of working even when it shouldn't.
"We need to move," Alice said, already striding toward the churchyard exit.
"Where are we going?" Teri asked, voice small, almost trembling.
"Out of this hell. Stay here, and we die," Alice replied simply, her tone leaving no room for argument.
"Reasonable," Jack said, falling in step behind her.
"Wait for me—Jack!" Teri called, rushing to catch up.
Jill and Peyton exchanged a glance. Lingering wasn't an option; the air felt charged, as though more threats could appear at any moment.
As they moved, Jack's eyes drifted toward Alice. He couldn't help but notice her composure, the strength in her movements, the way she seemed perfectly in control. Alice caught his gaze and gave him a cool, measured look, and he quickly looked away, smirking to himself.
"What's it like, shooting a skull clean off with a gun?" Alice asked dryly, breaking the tension.
Jack laughed softly. "You want a demonstration later? Technique included."
Alice returned the shotgun to him wordlessly and continued walking, her boots crunching against the debris-strewn ground.
Teri gave Jack a scolding glance. "Don't be foolish."
"Relax, Teri," Jack said with a mock-serious tone. "My intentions are entirely pure."
They emerged into the graveyard beyond the church. Rows of tombstones rose like jagged teeth from the earth, shadows stretching under the pale moonlight.
"What are these?" Teri asked, her voice uncertain as she scanned the grounds.
"Bioweapons," Alice replied, voice calm, matter-of-fact. "From Umbrella's underground labs."
Teri adjusted her camera with trembling hands. "How do you know so much about Umbrella?"
"I used to work for them," Alice answered flatly.
Peyton cursed under his breath, leaning against a gravestone, his leg still throbbing from a previous injury.
Alice froze, lifting her weapon instantly. "You're infected. The virus is spreading."
"I'm fine," Peyton protested through gritted teeth, trying to mask his pain with bravado.
"You need to be handled now, or you'll become a threat," Alice said to Jill, her tone clinical. "Do it now, or it will get worse."
Jill stepped forward, weapon trained on Peyton, meeting Alice's gaze steadily. "If it comes to it, I'll do it myself. No one else will."
Alice studied her for a long moment, then nodded and handed back the shotgun. "Do what you must."
Jack tried to ease the tension. "Hey—everyone's entitled to survive, right?"
Alice's gaze swept past him. "You might joke now, but in an hour he could turn. If he attacks innocents, I won't hesitate." Her voice was firm, utterly practical.
Teri drew a sharp breath, panic flaring. "What—"
She never finished. From the cracked ground near her feet, pale, mud-caked hands clawed upward, pulling a zombie from the earth. It howled, its gaping mouth snapping, eyes wild with hunger as it lunged for them.