They're living, we're dead. They eat chicken, we eat people. They live up there, we live down here. They're free, we're trapped. So what? I eat people, big deal. Some living do that too. We are not so different you and I. Sure my flesh may be rotting and I don't have a beating heart, but I still have feelings and stuff. Alice's life being dead is going pretty smoothly if she says so herself, so for that to be ruined by someone alive. You can say she's not so happy about it.