Clutching her 2 year old daughter, Sarah, in her arms, Alice ran through the streets of Atlanta, dodging the wrecks of still-burning cars and the numerous trash strewn across the street. Her breathe came out in gasps, and she struggled not to collapse from exhaustion. Behind her, a horde of rotting corpses clad in filthy rags crawled and ran after her, their hands stretching out towards her.

Alice was no runner, having never exercised a day in her life. When the dead rose, she had been home with her daughter, while her husband was out at work. With the streets running full of undead monsters, she had boarded up the doors and windows, and had hid within her daughter's bedroom with a crowbar. She'd held her when Sarah cried, when she was woken up by the moans outside, trying to ignore the screams of people being eaten alive.

That is, until 2 weeks had passed. And then the food ran out.

At that point Alice had become desperate. Packing up some clothes and blankets, she had left the house in the morning, hoping to get some food from the shops and malls, and perhaps escape from the city. Where to go, she didn't know. She just knew that she had to get away from the massive numbers of zombies within the city.

Unfortunately, she had run across a pack while crossing a street, and they had given chase across several city blocks. By now, she was getting exhausted and dizzy, the streets surrounding her swimming around and becoming blurred.

Tripping over a pothole in the road, Alice fell flat onto the ground, sharp pain shooting up her ankle. Sarah flew from her arms, and she fell onto the ground, wailing. Looking over her shoulder, the horde was gaining on her, dozens of outstretched and rotting faces wide open, their moans filling the air.

Grabbing onto Sarah, she held her to her chest and rocked her, trying to calm her down. She spoke :"There, there...", trying to keep the trembing out of her voice, trying to be a good mother one last time.

She failed.

A pair of rotten hands, with an index finger missing from the right hand, both covered in worms infesting open sores, was about to touch her face. Turning around, she crept into a fetal position and clutched her baby tightly. Shutting her eyes tightly, she prayed that it would be quick and painless.

"Moah, awooohhh... Crunch."

Crunch?

Slowly opening her eyes, Alice turned around, seeing a street devoid of zombies. The street was filled with bits and pieces of human bodies, many of them still moving. Here and there, there was a large smear on the ground. Before her, a man stood facing away from her. He had a black suit, which had obviously seen better days. His hair was silver, and she could see a pair of spectacles on his head. In one hand, he held a cane. In another, he held a... cup of steaming coffee?

Trying to find her voice after being unexpectedly saved from a gruesome death, she stuttered. " W...W... who are you?"

The man lifted the coffee to his head, and took a sip.

Turning around with a smile on his head, he spoke. "Headmaster Ozpin, at your service."

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