Alice jumped down from the wall. Gun shots seemed familiar to her though she couldn't remember why. She hummed as she walked through the less broken part of town. SHe saw bloodstain on the ground and a part of her screamed and ran. She tensed and stepped back as the other part of her smiled. She winced before walking a bit farther on, carefully skirting the blood. She pushed open the door to an empty house. She didn't feel like talking to anyone. In actual fact, she hadn't talked to anyone since she could remember. She knew you had to introduce yourself and make small talk...which didn't appeal to her. To the few people here she was nothing more than a shadow and a song. She pressed her recorder to her lips and blew. High clear notes rang forth, the melody they wove foreboding, and grim.