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There had been two times she had blanked out. Two times in which Yvette had been with a friend one moment, and then without the friend the next moment. Each time her friends disappeared, she had felt a deep sadness. She had done something wrong. She had hurt them. She had assumed the worst.

Despite her pessimistic outlook on the whole situation, there were still questions to be answered. It had grown dark outside, causing the world to get quite cold. It didn't bother Yvette, seeing as she was already quite thoroughly dead. She staggered across campus, in search of answers to any question that had come to mind, yet found nothing.

Feeling thoroughly defeated, she made her way back towards the start of this whole journey: the dormitory. The building was not really much of a building anymore, since the fire devoured it, but it was the first place she had seen Topher at after she woke up. The dark-haired girl began to cry in her hands, which had grown claws that went unnoticed. The blood from Kimmie was still smeared over her face, though it was now dried and cracking slightly.

She sobbed notably loud as she staggered into the ruins of the dorms before plopping herself down in a pile of ash.

She was crying out of loneliness.

She was crying out of fear.

She was crying because she was hungry.

Her ears barely could hear the boy's voice, but they did manage to catch his gentle question. She moved her hands away from her face and looked towards the source. Had her eyes been normal, they would have been wide and doe-like. Yet, instead all that greeted him were a lifeless pair of eyes that were pure white. Her eyes had rolled up into her head, but she still seemed able to see somehow.

All in all, Yvette was not a pleasant sight to see, with her claws, green skin, rolled-up eyes, and blood smeared face.

She was completely oblivious to this fact. Instead, she looked towards the boy and found instead of a basic boy, a monster. This was the first time she had seen any of the dead-students for what they really were, and in all honesty, she was now scared. Her body trembled a bit as she squeaked out in her tiniest of voices "S-stay away..."

Despite the words of reassurance, the dark-haired girl remained cautiously distanced. She had always been the shy one, the one who easily got startled, and the one was always quiet. From where she had been standing, she carefully looked over the strange creature in front of her. It did look vaguely human-shaped, and it did look quite mangled.

With that observation, she eased one step forward. It wasn't a whole lot, but at least she was now closer. She seemed hesitant to answer the question. Eventually, her body eased enough to honestly shake her head from side to side. No, she wasn't okay! She didn't tell this strange creature how she had injured or killed two of her friends. She didn't tell him about the excruciating pain all based from her stomach. She didn't tell him how she was blacking out for extended periods of time. All he would get was that simple head-shaking gesture.

It took her a moment, but eventually 3 words escaped the girl, "I'm Yvette Weaver..."

Of course, Yvette Weaver had infamously been known for being quiet. Despite the long, nearly black hair, this zombie girl didn't even look the part of that gentle girl. Her clawed fingers grabbed onto her stomach, clutching herself as she let out a deep groan.

She was in pain, but she couldn't afford to black out here. If she did, she couldn't tell what would happen. In retaliation to her stomach, she squeaked out a tiny "No... not again... p-please... not again..." She huddled over herself, her thin body trembling as she attempted to resist the pang of hunger consuming her body.

The body stopped trembling.

Maybe Azzo would think it was due to his words, but that was far from the truth. Her body knew there was some sort of meat in the room. As disgusting as the meat itself looked, it still was something it could fill up on.

On its own, the body pushed itself up, causing a bit of ash to puff up into the air. Where as Yvette was able to move around fine earlier, now the body moved as if it was heavy. The girl's head was nearly dangling in front of her, as if it was too heavy to hold up. Slowly, she made her way towards the broken zombie boy. Her teeth were already bared, ready to take a bite into his dry flesh.

As she drew close, she fell down to her knees. Though there was not a drastic change in her eyes, something still seemed off now. Much like a wolf that had been starved and was finding its first meal in a long time, she lunged at the boy, her body's animal instinct seeming to have taken over.

For a moment, the girl just fed on the flesh of his neck, tearing pieces off and devouring them practically whole. Yet, as he dared to make any sort of noise with his mouth, her attention seemed to be grabbed. With his own blood smeared across her face, she pressed her face nearly into Azzo's. It would have almost seemed as if she was kissing the boy, but her teeth were instead grabbing onto what flesh was in this noisy section of the body. Her lips curled for a smile as she gulped down some more meat before diving in for more.

She continued to pick off flesh in a fashion similar to a vulture before she eventually stopped. It was exactly what had happened with Kimmie. The body she had latched onto for nourishment was no longer useful to her.

Pushing the now faceless Azzo's lifeless head to the ground, her body once again got up. It was like a shark who had just succumbed to a feeding frenzy. The body was not satisfied with just filling up with the flesh of another zombie. It staggered off, a new coat of blood painting the zombie girl's face, in search of food.

Like many times before, it had been a fruitless search. About an hour later, Yvette would regain consciousness in one of the bathrooms. It was abandoned, and still relatively in tact. She would have started crying if she had not managed to catch a look in the mirror. She yelped in surprise at what she saw.

She, Yvette, was a bloody monster.

Her sobs would echo off the bathroom walls, giving ample warning to any students still alive. Her confusion had only grown exponentially, and now more than ever, she was afraid of herself. She cradled herself, on the floor leaning against one of the toilets, crying without any tears being shed.

What had she done? What had she done?!

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