The winter air was crisp and unforgiving. In a time where people would be stringing up Christmas lights, they were instead fighting to survive against the growing epidemic; that which kills and reanimates. Alice opened her blue eyes to three walkers stumbling toward her as she arose from where she slept in a narrow alley that had a clear line of site to the empty Empire State Building. Animalistic groans came from their decaying throats, frost settling on their exposed bones and muscles. All Alice had was a knife and a shotgun with some ammo, but firing the shotgun was a bad idea. The narrow walls around her would bounce the sound around and draw more of them in. She was good with a knife and she was fast, but she wasn't fast enough to kill one before the other two had a chance to sink their teeth in. She stepped backward slowly until she hit the south wall of the alley. This was it. This was the end. There was no way to climb up and no way to get out. She was too much of a coward to end her own life before the walkers would reach her and make a meal of her. "Oh, God..." she whispered, choking back a sob, "I'm gonna die here."