Alex: Have no idea what you're doing.
Zone 3. Finally. Alex did not want to admit how long it took her to get here, or how many times she'd had to start over from scratch because somewhere along the way she managed to end up in another file. But here she was, standing at the train station, with a nice, heavy brick in hand (the crossbow thing had turned out to be a wash).
"Now I just need to find the asshole." Alex paused, waiting, as though that statement would be the cue for him to just show up by sheer coincidence. Nothing. She said it again, louder, loud enough that she heard a passing elsen gasp at her language. Still nothing. "...shit."
