<span style="font-style: italic">Blood, there was so much blood. The battlefield was drenched and Alice struggled to stay standing. This battle was going nowhere, no one was winning. The Werewolves were dug in and so were the Vampires, neither of them would flee, this battlefield was deadlocked and no matter how hard they pushed they couldn't break through the line. Alice was starting to see that all she was going to accomplish was getting her people -and herself- killed. She shook her head and looked at the men and women around her, they died for no reason. So much needless killing... and she was a part of it. She had joined this war in hopes of adventure and she had reveled in the blood she spilt. But now...now she had lost Rick. The gods only knew where he was, if he was okay. Her concentration wavered with thoughts of him, her eyesight lost some of it's focus and she barely missed being sliced in half by a lycans claws.  <br/><br/>Again Alice shook her head hoping to clear it, but still thoughts of Rick haunted her. Was he dead? Had she really lost her only friend in that battle? I couldn't be. She couldn't lose him. That was all there was to it. He lived, he had to, he'd promised to meet Alice.<br/><br/>The sky darkened suddenly, or perhaps she just didn't notice till then, and she looked up just as the heavens rained down angrily upon the battlefield. Lighting pierced the sky and thunder shook the earth. As if the ground wasn't hard enough to stand on, now rain had to be added to the mix. As she looked at the muddy earth beneath her feet she noticed the red rivers running over her combat boots and around her feet, blood was every where. Even when she shut her eyes she saw the images of blood all around. God would she ever be able to escape this hell? <br/><br/>Alice fought her way though the battle in a haze, when all was said and done...4 out of her 15 member squad were alive. Including her. Both sides had called a retreat and were decimated by the battle. That night, Alice left the army, still seeing rivers of blood when she closed her eyes.<br/><br/>"Why? Why the fighting?" </span><br/><br/>Alice jerked awake in looking around rapidly looking for her squad members. It was a few moments before she realized she was a room she had rented in a tavern. She took a deep breath trying to clear her thoughts of the bloody day she had seem mere days ago. But no matter how hard she tried she couldn't get rid of it. It haunted her for reasons she couldn't fathom. Shaking her head she rose and prepared for the night quickly, arming herself last and heading downstairs to the bar.<br/><br/>Alice grabbed a stool at the bar and ordered food. She'd have to go out hunting later but for now she just wanted the comfort of eating food. Something was bothering her, it was the same thing that had since she had left the army. Why the fighting? Why the bloodshed? No one knew the answers, she didn't want to fight without those answers, she'd watched people die and they had been..well not friends, but comrades, she mourned their loss. She wanted to know why they had died.<br/><br/>Alice turned her thoughts away from that as she looked around at the people in the bar, most seemed rather calm but things around here could go off at any minute. As she looked on she heard the door creak open and looked to see who would enter.