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 Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 1:05 pm
She was tired. She was hungry. Oh the hunger...it ate away at her stomach, to the point where it was agony and she screamed. She screamed at the top of her lungs, hoping to just expel the pain out through other means. But it never worked. She knew what it was she wanted, or what her stomach wanted - blood. Human blood, and flesh. But Kimmie's mind was disgusted, remembering only the dream she'd had back when...back when she'd been alive. Alive and kicking, able to eat normal food. Able to go out at night without being afraid of being controlled by some random person who seemed to have power over her.
Kimmie groaned softly, wandering the corridors. She didn't know where she was going, or why, but she was. Wandering aimlessly, with no purpose or want. What else was there to do? She was dead. She couldn't go play some video games. She couldn't vent her frustrations by diving into the water, smashing into it in an improper manner. Creating a big splash.
She sighed. She did miss diving.
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 1:19 pm
It wasn't very hard to tell someone was in the direction that Kimmie was heading. The loud sobs from whoever was there echoed off the walls, amplifying the sound. Many had taken this sound as a warning and steered away from it.
Save for Topher, Yvette had not seen a single soul ever since this had happened. She still wasn't too certain about what this was, but she had been piecing together the puzzle while she wailed her heart out.
She was dead. Topher had told her she was assumed dead from the fire (that she did not recall). She had no pulse. She had been so hungry, that she had blacked out and done something to her dear friend. All she knew was she had the taste of his blood in her mouth when she regained control. Yvette wasn't even certain if her friend was alive or possibly now dead, like her. Being the natural pessimist she was, she had assumed, she, indeed, had done the worst and slaughtered her friend.
None could tell how long she had been at this crying, but if one approached, they almost had to wonder if this really was Yvette. She was crying too loud to be that mild and quiet girl from Barren Pines.
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 1:29 pm
Wailing...was that her? Kimmie didn't even know anymore, she'd lost touch that much. She looked down at her hands, as if that might tell her the answer, before suddenly seeming to realize it wasn't, glancing up and ahead of her to spot a form moving towards her.
Her first reaction was to panic. So far everyone she'd run into had meant pain, both emotionally and physically. She shuddered softly as she remembered the pain - the red-head still wasn't aware of the large gunshot wound still present on her head, a little pink of her brain on show. She knew she was dead - she just didn't know the gruesome details quite yet.
And then something clicked, in her head. Despite the loud wailing, she knew who this was. Yvette. Remembering their last meeting, Kimmie was suddenly struck by a motherly feeling, a different sort of pain spreading through her chest as she listened to the wails. Yvette was such a sweetie. She was Kimmie's friend. She shouldn't...she sounded like she was suffering. Kimmie instinctively rushed forwards, approaching the girl cautiously, but with her arms outstretched in a way that suggested she wanted to hug and comfort the girl.
"Yvette? It's...it's Kimmie."
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 2:04 pm
One had to wonder if the dark haired girl could even hear anything from all the crying, but as she was approached by the redhead, she looked up with her sad, purple-grey eyes. The tears had stopped flowing long ago, but the sadness was still thoroughly nibbling on her from the inside, working its way out. Or perhaps that was the hunger, which was now an ever present factor.
Either way, the moment she caught sight of this girl, she hushed meekly and almost began to scoot away. Even in her undead state, Yvette was still the same shy girl she had always been. She still looked as if she'd spook away if you made one wrong movement.
Her dulled eyes seemed to hitch upon one feature on this familiar girl. It was not the girl's short red hair, but rather the girl's evident wound that had gained her attention. Everything else about Kimmie looked the same (except the mild greenish tone to her skin), but such a blatant wound just ruined the image of normalcy. That looks like it hurts she mentally whimpered to herself.
Though Yvette once again lacked words, her eyes seemed to gain a new sympathetic sadness to them.
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 2:10 pm
Yvette scooted backwards and Kimmie stopped, aware of the girl's shyness. She didn't want to make her angry...who knew, Yvette might have totally changed, and be giving into the hunger. That greenish tinge to her skin gave away the fact that she wasn't living, either. She was a zombie, just like Kimmie. They were the same - maybe Yvette knew exactly what she was going through. Perhaps Yvette shared Kimmie's wishes to actually be dead, rather than in this middle state of zombieness.
Suddenly, Kimmie realized she might have finally found someone who understood exactly how she felt.
A sob broke through, partially of distress and partially in happiness at her realization, as Kimmie took another step forwards, a smile once again stretching across her face. She'd been so smiley, back when she was alive. So happy. Funny, how things changed. "Yvette, I...I know how you feel."
Just like me
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 4:33 pm
For a moment, there was just silence. Awkward silence which seemed to weigh down the very air in the immediate area. Hesitantly, Yvette scooted back towards the girl, in a similar fashion to a deer that decided to investigate an intruder. She still seemed so easy to spook, but at the same time, curious.
Eventually, her voice timidly uttered "I... I hurt my friend..." Her voice was as tiny as it always had been when she was alive with that hint of shyness that always lingered in her words. If the girl had any more tears to spare, she looked as if she was about to spill them again. She momentarily looked to the floor, as if seeking some sort of comfort from the ash covered ground.
"I...I couldn't control wh-what I was doing... I don't... I don't even know if he's okay..." She bit onto her lip harshly, thinking over what she had done. Her cold, dead body trembled slightly, purely out of fear rather than any sort of desire to warm her body. Her body wouldn't warm, unless it was set on fire. Somewhere in her mind, she almost welcomed that option.
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2009 12:02 pm
Yvette shuffled back towards her and Kimmie allowed herself another smile, beckoning the girl gently with her fingers, but not moving forwards herself. She was like a shy animal, ready to bolt at the first sign of danger. Kimmie didn't want her to leave, didn't want her to run. This was the firt real company she'd had in so long...the first she'd run into who she could relate to, could care for. It almost felt like normal.
Except then she remembered she was a zombie in a burnt-down school.
Hurt her friend? Kimmie frowned, taking the chance to shuffle forwards just a tiny bit, so she could rest a hand reassuringly on the other girl's arm, making gentle hushing noises. Couldn't control it...didn't know if he was alright. A sudden fear grabbed Kimmie - would this happen to her? Would she hurt her friends? She'd heard...there were people. People who could control you, make you do that they wanted, whether you wanted to or not. What Yvette was experiencing, would that happen to her?
Back in the real world (was it even real? She didn't know anymore) Kimmie continued to rub the girl's arm, trying to tug her gently towards her so Kimmie could give her a hug. A hug, the contact...that was what she needed. "I'm sure you didn't mean to," she whispered, feeling any more volume would scare the poor girl, "I'm sure...I'm sure he's fine."
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2009 12:29 pm
Though it looked like the dark haired zombie of the pair was about to dash off thanks to the sudden movement, she still remained in place. Even her dulled eyes still managed to maintain that doe-like quality they held when she was still alive.
The thing that felt weirdest to Yvette in this moment was that she could barely feel Kimmie's hand. Sure, there was that pressure. Yet the temperature of the other girl's hand was probably about the same cold temperature as her own. The gesture might have been a warm-hearted and kind one, but for Yvette, it felt hollow and almost meaningless.
As such, the quiet one put up no resistance as she was pulled into the hug. Even the verbal reassurances did not seem to sit right with her. Maybe it was just the way her mind usually worked, or maybe it was the way an undead person was supposed to feel. In Kimmie's arms, she remained quiet, in an almost unsettling fashion. No, Topher probably was not fine. He would never be fine with Yvette again. Once again, Yvette had messed things up.
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2009 12:35 pm
Kimmie herself had noticed it - the lack of warmth. She knew her own skin had felt cold and clammy ever since...ever since the incident, but the stark realization hit her when she first touched Yvette, then pulled her into a hug, gentle at first before she suddenly tightened it, bottled up feelings breaking out in a sob as she buried her face in Yvette's shoulder, shuddering a little as the emotions and turmoil all boiled over.
She didn't know how to comfort the girl any more, what with Kimmie herself not even feeling comfortable. She choked out another sob, followed by words as she began to pull away, feeling pathetic and vulnerable, whilst at the same time feeling the pangs of hunger surging through her once again, stronger than before. "I'm s-s-sorry. I...I c-can't help it..."
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2009 12:51 pm
Much like a parrot, Yvette practically repeated what had been said to her:
"I'm sorry..."
There really wasn't much she could do at the moment, seeing as she was being held so tightly in that hug that Kimmie needed more than herself. Her friend's sobbing was heartbreaking, and enough to move anyone nearby to tears. Even the dark-haired zombie wanted to cry, but she had no more tears to shed. The girl instead leaned her head into the other girl's shoulder. Her tears would have been quiet this time, so Yvette didn't have any loud sobs. With her head there, leaning onto Kimmie's shoulder, she felt so emotionally drained. She felt so hollow.
She felt PAIN.
In yet another sudden spike of hunger, Yvette grunted out slightly as she began to push her face as far into the other girl's shoulder as possible. If Kimmie had been alive, she might have felt the desire to consume her flesh. However, the cold meat seemed as unappetizing as a fridge full of leftovers. It was stale, not fresh meat.
"It hurts..." her tiny voice squeaked upon the other girl's skin as she rubbed her face up against the redhead's neck.
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xo -- k a i r i rolled 1 100-sided dice:
48
Total: 48 (1-100)
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2009 12:58 pm
She was repeating her words, like a record player that was stuck. But Kimmie didn't mind. She almost liked it - it reminded her of the life she once lived, and of everything she had to regret. Sorry...such an easy thing to say, but far harder to actually mean it. Had she meant it? Kimmie had uttered the word so many times...had she been lying? Was she actually sorry?
Her thoughts were interrupted by Yvette's quiet words. It hurt...Kimmie knew that, well enough. The hunger was surging through her, and it hurt. It hurt so much. But it wasn't as strong here with Yvette, not as strong as it had been. She could smell, and Yvette didn't smell as nice. The smell of blood - fresh, coppery blood - as soon as she smelt that, Kimmie honestly didn't know what she'd do. It scared her, to think she might lose control. And then it suddenly hit her, like a truck. Surprised by the pain, Kimmie gave a short cry, shoving Yvette back far harder than one usually would, hands flying to wrap around her stomach, Kimmie leaning forwards with a long, low whine. "I knooooow..." she whined slowly, stars dancing before her closed eyelids as she suddenly couldn't help herself, flying at Yvette.
She was so hungry. Fresh meat was far preferred, but she was starving. She'd have anything, even cold zombie flesh. She couldn't help herself, and fear was clear in her wide, blue eyes.
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LizzyMoo rolled 1 100-sided dice:
97
Total: 97 (1-100)
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2009 1:10 pm
It was the strangest thing.
Though Yvette had acted like such a gentle lover, despite her pain, she was thrown quite roughly away from the redhead. Had she still been alive, maybe the pain from being thrown would have actually hurt. Instead, as she slid back, all she could feel was pressure, not pain.
Even when a harsh bite landed upon her shoulder and tore flesh away, there wasn't any pain. It just felt numb. It felt numb everywhere, except in her stomach. The dark-haired girl didn't say a word. Her body began to tremble a bit, and her head soon enough hung forward, as if it had suddenly gotten heavy. Kimmie was no longer dealing with the sweet Yvette she knew from before. The sudden attack had provoked the body to take control to defend itself properly. Moving on its own accord, the body, likewise, flung itself at the redhead, teeth bared and ready to claim some meat of its own.
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xo -- k a i r i rolled 1 100-sided dice:
17
Total: 17 (1-100)
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2009 1:19 pm
Kimmie's teeth sank into Yvette's shoulder, and the taste...it was wonderful. Slightly stale, but with her stomach in utter agony she didn't care in the slightest. She sobbed, her head telling her no but every nerve in her bdoy screaming at her to continue as she clawed at the flesh, trying to grab handfuls and handfuls of flesh, her mouth not big enough to eat, chew, stuff it all in at the same time.
She wasn't expecting the attack back, screaming in surprise as Yvette herself set upon her, Kimmie's eyes fading as she felt teeh sinking into her own flesh. It didn't hurt as much - it was odd. Whilst the snapping of her neck had been complete, utter agony, this was more of a dull ache, a nagging in the back of her mind. Suddenly realizing exactly what she'd started, Kimmie once again began to claw at Yvette, all of her thoughts gone apart from one: Food. The food in front of her. The food she was going to get, whether it cost her her life or not.
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LizzyMoo rolled 1 100-sided dice:
45
Total: 45 (1-100)
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2009 1:30 pm
The girl's body did not seem to care about taste. It just desired nourishment. Nourishment of any sort. True enough, it once again was chewed upon weakly, but Yvette's body did not play games. In an instinctual manner, it latched fingers along the redhead's scalp and pulled back harshly, baring Kimmie's neck as much as possible. Her body wanted blood the fastest and easiest way possible. With the elegance of a rough lover, Yvette's mouth closed about this girl's neck and tore at the flesh.
Timid, meek Yvette's body was doing what she had never been able to do while she was alive, and though her affections were strictly out of a need to survive, it still seemed as if the body was getting some sort of pleasure from her actions.
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2009 1:43 pm
Kimmie was surprised when her head was suddenly jerked back, the redhead all too aware of the exposed state of her neck. How had she gotten into this position!? She'd been in charge, chewing on that lovely, delicious, tasty flesh...
She screamed.
This did hurt. Maybe it was her neck, her neck seemed to be where it hurt. Or maybe it was that she knew it should hurt. Her consciousness flowing back into her, Kimmie's eyes widened in fear as she realized what was happening. She was dying again. But this wasn't like when her neck had been snapped. She could feel the energy, the life, just flowing out of her body, out of her neck and into Yvette. She couldn't blame the girl, she'd started it. It was her fault. It was always her fault, Kimmie's fault that she died.
"S....Sorry," she gurgled out, a little blood leaking from her mouth as she fell limp, collapsing, eyelids closing as the blackness enveloped her.
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