Cold Steel Meets Zombie Teeth || AU @wisevirtueofrestraint ||
Ever since the whole shebang with the zombies started, Alfred had never become so vigilant in his life. Not like he's never been vigilant, but now with dead people actively trying to kill him and everyone else alive in the vicinity, well, it never hurt to look twice before ducking into an abandoned building or stepping into a deserted town.
It's been a week since he decided to leave one of the safe colonies that had clustered themselves together in the small town of Alpine. It was time he go look for other survivors that he could lead back to Alpine or just point them in the right direction. Besides, he was getting a bit antsy, cooped up in that place. There was something amiss under all the peaceful facade anyhow.
He sighs as he sits down on the cold tiled floors. Restaurants weren't always a nice place to be in, but he couldn't complain. It was seemingly unoccupied for now and he'd cleared out any zombies that were left in the place. If anyone does pop out, he hopes it's just another survivor like him and not some rotting flesh waiting to eat his own.












