This was...awkward. Alex had seen plenty of dead bodies before, but not exactly like this. What could have caused something like this? She had no idea. She wasn't looking forward to running into Zombieland either, and she didn't know exactly what she was going to do. But she was going to do whatever it took to survive. She'd done that when she'd been sold to those sex traffickers, and after on the streets, even in Division. The butterfly tattoo on the back of her neck was a reminder that she could always become someone else.