#walking corpses

@wizardwithacoin

The news hadn’t hit her as much as they would have two or so years ago, but Alicia had known the girl. They hadn’t been close friends, she didn’t really keep many of those lately, but they’d talked a fair bit and sat next to each other in a particularly boring lecturer’s classes. 

The police had found the corpse two days before that morning, apparently killed by blood loss, and those news moved fast. Alicia hadn’t been to the girl’s funeral, uncomfortable in the holy grounds it would be held in, but she’d been to the graveyard to pay her respects the next morning. Funny thing was she’d found the grave open, a certain stench in the air. 

The odds had been Black Court or Ghouls, none of them nice, and it had only been after a full night of unsuccessful searching that Alicia had decided to seek help. As the mortal police was out of the question, she’d consulted Izitayel before setting on walking to Harry Dresden’s office, hoping she’d find him in there. She’d leave a note or a message otherwise, but as she knocked on the door she found herself admitting that, at the very least, the walk had helped her cool down. It was about noon, the day was still chilly and maybe, just maybe, Alicia was starting to have a bit of an anger problem. 

I have seen worse. You did not kill anybody tonight.