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Kimmie surged through the burnt corridors of Barren Pines, not entirely sure what she was after. She wanted food - her stomach was burning with the pain of hunger, her stomach feeling like it was digesting itself in an attempt to do something. She wanted sleep - it just wouldn't come, and she felt emotionally exhausted. Just to be able to curl up and drift off into dreamland was something she wanted so dearly, yet whilst emotionally her body was quite hapy to do so, physically she couldn't make it.

She wanted a friend. A hug. Comfort of some description, to reassure her she wasn't in Hell. Because that was what it felt like. The never-ending hunger. Being attacked by students, students she recognized. The red-head didn't even know why. All she knew was that she had died...she remembered that. Kimmie herself wasn't aware of it, but her physical appearance made it all too clear she was dead. Her scalp was partially ripped open, a hole through her head with the close-range gunshot she'd received. Her brain, her skull...all free to see.

Kimmie sobbed, stumbling through a door - she thought it was the old Astronomy block. She wanted to die. To die for real, so all the pain would go away. The physical and the emotional pain. The hunger pains. Everything, just to go away. What had she done to deserve this Hell?

She continued walking...where, she didn't know. Wherever she went, it never seemed to lead out of Barren Pines. She seemed confined to the school, destined to always turn the path that led back towards it. A cough shook through her fragile frame, shaking her whole body as she hacked it out. It was as she was coughing she caught movement out of the corner of her eye. Head flew up, Kimmie ignoring the rising nausea as she set her gaze on a face.

A very familiar one.

She froze, just on the spot, watching him. He was slightly green...was he dead, too? One of these zombies? She was one...she was dead. But she didn't even know his name. It was on the tip of her tongue, from where she'd seen him around school. He was even in one of her lessons, she was sure. ...Had been. He had been in one of her lessons. Taking a stumbling step forwards, she coughed again, one hand reaching out for Azzo. "H-Help..."

He...couldn't?

What did he mean he couldn't!? He was the one who'd done this, who'd killed her! Surely that meant it was his fault she was here, instead of in Heaven, on a fluffy cloud whilst she blissfully lived her afterlife in peace. It was all his fault! He must've done something, when he killed her. He could help, he just wasn't. Kimmie wasn't really thinking rationally - she was being selfish. She didn't want to be dead, forever doomed to walk around Barren Pines. She wanted to either be alive and happy, or dead and in Heaven.

She'd already died twice. That pain...when that kid had snapped her neck, that had been horrible. Panic suddenly shot through her mind - what if Azzo was planning to do that! Everyone was plotting against her, out to kill her again and again! Maybe it was a test...but she didn't want to die. She'd overcome her fear in the Battle Royale, but it was back again now. Very real.

"D-Don't hurt me!" the confused girl wailed as she charged forwards, trying to gouge at his skin, the smell of blood instantly prompting a wave of hunger Kimmie was very much disturbed by.

Blood.

It smelt so good!

When had blood started to smell so good? She yelped as she was kicked, backing off almost instantly, a fresh fear of pain embedded in her mind. He was yelling at her. Yelling and screaming. Kimmie moaned, hands flying up to her ears, trying to block out the sound. Why couldn't she just die!? So she didn't have to worry about any of this anymore. She froze once again at his words, though.

She shot first.

Which was true...but not like that! Anger fixated on the red-heads face as she made as if to move forwards, to attack him again, before stopping herself, eyes warily trained on his feet. "I didn't mean to!" she blabbered, a mixture of anger, fear and distress, "I was scared, after those gunshots!" He'd killed Melody? Did that make him a murderer? He'd killed her, too. She, Kimmie, was dead because of him. He'd shot her not once, but twice. But...had that been why he'd shot her? Because of her shot?

Did that mean her death was her own fault?

Confused beyond what she'd known before, Kimmie wailed loudly as she collapsed to her knees, hands clamping over her ears as she sobbed loudly, collapsing into a pile on the floor. And it still worried her just how much her stomach wanted her to latch onto Azzo's shoulder, and start sucking the blood from his wound. "Why me? I don't want to be dead! ...No, I don't want to be a zombie! I do want to be dead!"

Was he blaming her? He was blaming her, trying to shift the blame off of himself. He could at least have the bloody gall to admit that it was his fault she was now dead! His fault she was so hungry, so tired. He regretted it - but that was something completely different. "I WASN'T SHOOTING AT YOU!" she screamed, needing an outlet for all of the anger in her, screaming it out at Azzo before collapsing again, with a few sobs, "If you'd listened to me! I shouted at you - it was a warning shot! I didn't want to hurt anyone!"

Why the ******** would anyone be dancing, anyway!? She didn't even know what he was going on about with Nacio - Ignacio, wasn't that the first kid that died? Oh, so Azzo had killed him, too. Serial Killer. Lucky her, being his victim. Kimmie wanted to get up, to scratch and kick and punch until he was black and blue, but all her energy seemed to have fled, and she was limp on the ground.

He was making her so angry. So pissed and so confused and so upset. He didn't seem to care he was a zombie. But she did. She wanted to be curled up somewhere warm. She cared. Unfortunately!? There was no fortune or luck about it. If he hadn't shot her, she'd still be alive.

Wanted to? ...No-one wanted to kill, unless they were evil. And she was pretty sure Azzo wasn't evil. No, he wasn't. But he'd stilled killed her. Killed Melody. Killed...Ignacio? That was his name, right? Kimmie couldn't even remember, her brain was so muddled at the moment. She didn't know whether to hate him or hug him and comfort him. He seemed really upset. ...She was being really selfish, wasn't she?

But damnit, she was allowed to be! She was dead, but she wasn't even that. Somewhere in between. She didn't care if he wanted to kill or not. She didn't care about Azzo. She just wanted to be her again. Kimmie, without the ******** knawing hunger telling her to eat human flesh! He started leaving, but Kimmie couldn't follow him. Didn't want to. Instead she shouted after him, screaming her anger out once again.

"I HATE YOU!"

Why couldn't she just die?