The young woman clearly understands that she's neurotic. Vixen's never made any secret of the fact that she appears to have an emotional addiction to retro fashion, showgirl makeup and body modification.
These things are merely security blankets that help her function in the day to day world. Take away the tattoos, piercings and cosmetic surgery … And Vixen would probably be nothing more than a mousy little information analyst who never ventures out of her cubicle to experience the real world.
What has just thrown Vixen's life completely off kilter is that the real world isn't quite as real as she'd always thought.
The girl has just been attacked by something resembling a Zombie.
Who seemed to be using some sort of mind control on her.
And while she was standing there …
Completely paralyzed …
Watching the monster slowly creep towards her ...
One of her best friends shot the thing and then set it on fire.
All the while, acting like this was merely a part of his everyday routine.
And come tho think of it …
Why was she alone in this alley, dressed like a cheap hooker?
Vixen's last clear memory is that she was in her office at the Police Department.
Chief Investigator Van Dyne was about to log off her computer and leave work for the day.
The young woman clearly understands that she's neurotic. Vixen's never made any secret of the fact that she appears to have an emotional addiction to retro fashion, showgirl makeup and body modification.
These things are merely security blankets that help her function in the day to day world. Take away the tattoos, piercings and cosmetic surgery … And Vixen would probably be nothing more than a mousy little information analyst who never ventures out of her cubicle to experience the real world.
What has just thrown Vixen's life completely off kilter is that the real world isn't quite as real as she'd always thought.
The girl has just been attacked by something resembling a Zombie.
Who seemed to be using some sort of mind control on her.
And while she was standing there …
Completely paralyzed …
Watching the monster slowly creep towards her ...
One of her best friends shot the thing and then set it on fire.
All the while, acting like this was merely a part of his everyday routine.
And come tho think of it …
Why was she alone in this alley, dressed like a cheap hooker?
Vixen's last clear memory is that she was in her office at the Police Department.
Chief Investigator Van Dyne was about to log off her computer and leave work for the day.