A/N: So, I finished reading The White Rabbit Chronicles by Gena Showalter and I loved the series. But it made me wonder what would happen if Alice meet River and his team before meeting the one in Asher High. And so this was created.

Disclaimer: I don't own The White Rabbit Chronicles or any of the characters in them.

ALICE'S POV

I looked up towards the starry night sky. The glowing moon was full but did little to light up the dark night. I closed my eyes and listened as the wind whistled through the branches of the trees that surround me. I felt the cold air cause goosebumps to rise on my arms but I just stood still and listened. Aside from the loud wind, the forest was eerily quiet. I continued to listen and wait.

I felt it before I heard it. Electricity begin to course through my blood. My right hand tightened its grip on the pistol it was holding. So did my left hand with a dagger. I breathed in and smelled the rotting flesh of the creatures that were coming this way. It was strong and I had fight the urge to gag. They're here.

I opened my eyes. My heart sped up. But not in fear, it was excitement. I saw dozens of them ungracefully making their way towards me, stumbling and staggering. Their once clean clothes were now tattered rags and their heads were completely bare apart from the few strings of hair that fell limp. Their red eyes stared at me hungrily. It was sad. These things used to normal people who were just living their life as best as they could just like everybody else. But they were unjustly sentenced to live their afterlives as mindless spirits whose sole purpose is to destroy whatever good is still in this world.

That's where people like me come in. I'm one of the people who could see these destructive spirits, or zombies if that's what you want to call it. And I'm also one of the people whose fighting against them since I actually can fight them. Since they're spirits, the only way to kill them is as a spirit as well. Like any other zombie slayer, my spirit form is able to leave my physical form.

So here I stand, in spirit form, facing these monsters with every intent of killing each and every one of them. They were closer now and at some point surrounded me. I felt this pressure and tension inside of me and I knew exactly how to get rid of it. Raising my pistol and aiming, I started shooting. I sliced anyone who came close, cutting them down. It went on like that for God knows how long. Shoot. Slice. Shoot. Slice. Until I ran out of bullets and my dagger got lost somewhere in the chaos.

That's fine. I had enough fun tonight so it time to get down to business. Before any zombie could take a bite out of me, I lit up from head to toe. I was engulfed in a burning white fire that caused the monsters to perish. Like moths drawn to a flame, they still came and one by one turned into nothing but dust. When the last one was gone for good, my fire simmered down.

I could still feel the electricity running through my veins but felt exhausted at the same time. Another night, another fight. This wasn't over. I knew that. Even if I killed hundreds of zombies, there would still be more to fight. I was able to eliminate this herd but new would eventually show up. They always do. But until then, I need to rest and build up my energy.

I turned and made my way back home. Since I was in spirit form, I could move faster than I would if I was in my physical one. It wasn't long before I sneaked back into my room through the window. There on the bed was my physical form. If I didn't know better I would of thought I was sleeping soundly. I walked towards the bed and reached towards my body. Just like that my spirit was back inside my body once again.

Once I was back to "normal", I let out a sigh. The adrenaline from the fight was fading and pure exhaustion was settling in. I was too tired to change into pajamas so I just pulled the blanket over and not a minute later I fell into a deep sleep.

All too soon, I woke up to my alarm blaring an annoying tone. Groaning, I shut it off and forced my tired, sore body out of bed. Why the hell did I have to go to school today? I dragged my feet towards the bathroom and changed clothes. I looked at myself in the mirror. I wasn't wearing anything special. Black ripped jeans, black combat boots, white crop top, and my favorite black leather jacket. I left my long, pale blonde hair in their natural waves. I ran my hand through my hair and sighed. Somehow I already knew that today was going to be draining. I grabbed my bag and headed downstairs.

"So, how are you feeling today? Excited? Nervous?" My grandma asked me when I sat down in the dining room table for breakfast.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Not really. I just want this day to be over with already." I replied bluntly as I ate my pancakes. I knew immediately that it wasn't the answer she was hoping for when I saw the smile on her face falter. I took glace at my grandpa staring at me with worried eyes for some reasons.

These past few months have been hard for them, I know that. It was eight months ago when I survived the car crash that killed my parents and little sister, Emma. That crash was the first time I saw the zombies ever. I've been staying with my grandparents ever since and they constantly worry about me. Not that I blame them. After the accident, I became distant and withdrawn. Then, barely a month into my junior year at Carver Academy and the fights started. There were kids at my school who thought a girl's dead family is something to taunt her about. It may not of been rational but I didn't care, still don't. I beat each one of them with no regrets. It went on like that for another month until I got expelled . My grandparents was so shocked when they found out what I did. I was never violent before. I could only imagine how they would react if they knew that I fight zombie spirits every other night. Zombies that they can't see or knew even existed.

I felt guilty. My grandparents try so hard to get me to open up. To let them in. But there are things that I know I can't tell them. "I mean going to a new school can't be that bad. I might even meet people that I get along with." I said in an attempt to reassure them I would be fine.

That seemed to brighten Nana up. She smiled encouragingly. "That's the spirit, dear." My grandpa just nodded.

Before I could say anything else, the honking of a car signaled that my ride was here and impatient. I grabbed my bag and said a quick goodbye to them. Once outside, I saw a familiar silver jeep and got in.

"Morning Ice Princess." River said with his signature smirk.

I glared at him. "Who the hell are you calling 'Ice Princess'?" Annoyance was clear in my tone. I love the guy but it was too early to deal with his pesky behavior.

"Come on, we both know that it suits you perfectly." He was still wearing that stupid smirk.

He's lucky that I love and respect him otherwise I would have broken his nose. River Mills saved me during the car accident and he was there when I woke up in the hospital. River was tall, standing at 6'4 with pale hair that rivaled my own and the darkest eyes. He's not only a slayer but the leader of a slayer team which I'm in. He taught me how to go into spirit form and made me into a strong, resilient slayer. He's become the older brother I never knew I wanted.

"How you feeling?" River asked, suddenly turning serious. "I heard that you faced a herd on your own. You okay?"

"I'm fine." I shrugged my shoulders. "We both know I survived worse."

His expression was solemn. "Yeah. Look, Ace," another pet name for me. "I know better than anyone else how much of a badass you are. But you shouldn't be doing this alone. If you keep this up, it's inevitable that you will be overpowered."

"It's not even the afternoon yet and you already want to talk slayer business." I said blandly. When River didn't respond, I turned to look at him. His eyes were facing the road but I could see how concerned he was. So I told him what he wanted to hear. "Okay, next time I'll bring a couple of the guys."

He took a quick glance at me and I saw the skepticism in them. But he accepted it anyway. "Good. Now, little heads up. There's another group of slayers that goes to that new school of yours."

"Really? Are you on good terms with them or do I have to prepare for a fight on my first day?" I was only half joking.

"No, we're. . . neutral. They stay out of the our way, we stay out of their way. And we're here." River said as we stopped in front of the school.

Asher High School. It was sprawling and something about it was just creepy. As I looked at the building it was clear that Asher Tigers take their school colors seriously. Black and gold covered every inch of this place. Is this supposed to show 'school spirit'?

I felt my stomach churn with uneasiness when I saw hundreds of people that I don't know. People I don't want to know. Each of them already in their own cliques. I really wasn't in the mood to deal with people today. I couldn't stop the groan that slip past my lips.

River chuckled at my clear displeasure. "Don't be like that. With the kind of life you're living, it's good to have some kind of normality. High school is normal for teenagers."

I looked at him with a rise eyebrow. "Who ever said that I want to be normal?"

Rolling his eyes, he let the topic go. "I'm going to be busy this afternoon. Chance will pick you up. There's a meeting tonight. It's mandatory."

"You got it, Boss." I took another look at the building in front of us. "Guess I have go into the Tigers' den."

As I got out of the car River said his farewell. "Don't get into too much trouble. And try not to kill anyone."

I couldn't help but smirk. "I make no promises."

A/N: I hoped you enjoyed the first chapter. Please let me know what you think of it so far and leave a review.