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Who| Suze and Karis [closed]
What| Time for Suze to die
Where| Frontierland
When| Week 7
Warnings/Notes| death by zombie/blood/injury/violence



Suze was tired. She'd never been this tired in all of her life. The only sleep she'd gotten in the arena had been patches here and there, and often sleep did not last long. She hadn't eaten decently in days, and the water she'd found...well, it certainly wasn't the cleanest she'd ever had. She had wrapped up her burned hand with fabric torn from her skirt, but it wasn't doing well. It still hurt like hell, and was probably infected. Suze didn't even want to look to see.

Continuing with her wandering, Suze entered back into Frontierland. She carried the machete she had found earlier in her good hand and started exploring the various buildings for any kind of food or supplies. Luck it would seem, was not on her side. There was nothing to be found.

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[teethofneedles]

The upshot to being a zombie was that you didn't need rest or sleep. The downside was that you didn't sleep, which had it's own problems. Being stuck with your own thoughts all day, every day tended to make you a bit stair-crazy when you didn't have anyone to talk to and Karis had been on her own for at least week, ever since R had bought it. She'd made a couple unsuccessful kill attempts and now she was wandering again, poking into buildings and sweeping for any other survivors.

They had to be out there. The game wasn't over yet.

She checked in a ruined concessions stand and then stepped back out, a grimace on her face. Nothing. Absolutely nothing - she froze as she spotted another girl coming out of a building across the street. Karis might have looked worse, considering the dried blood covering what was left of her outfit (and staining her claws and teeth), but none of it was actually her own.

Karis moved. As soon as the idea of "enemy" had registered in her brain, she shot off across the street, trying to close the distance. Sure, the other girl had a weapon, but if she get inside her reach, then it wouldn't really matter. The best defense was, in Karis' opinion, a good offense.

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Suze saw Karis rush her out of the corner of her eye. Despite her weeks in the arena this was the first time someone had made a run at her. It didn't take much for Suze to realize Karis didn't have any good intentions. The blood, for one, was a dead giveaway.

She let out a startled cry and instinctively swung out with the machete. Unfortunately, Suze was right-handed and the weapon was in her left. Plus there was the fact that she'd never used anything like a machete before. She still swung as best she could. If Karis was coming for her, there was no way she wasn't going to fight.

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Karis kept coming - the girl hadn't tried to run, after all - and tried to duck in under the swing of the machete. It was a clumsy blow, not well aimed or handled, but it still bit into her arm. She felt the blow as a jarring thud, but didn't let it slow her down. She leaped for Suze, trying to grapple er and bring her down with bony limbs and claws.

Just like everyone else: get them on the ground, get them away from weapons and then tear them apart.

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Oh god, she should have just run. Too late, she turned to dash off, but Karis was able to grab on to what remained of her skirt. She cursed the outfit for the hundredth time since she had arrived. If she had been wearing pants this wouldn't have been a problem.

The pull on her skirt caused Suze to slam down on the ground. She didn't take even a second to let the pain sink in. Instead she scrambled on to her knees, trying to get away as fast as possible. The machete was still gripped in her hand, but she didn't feel like the had the best angle to use it without more damage to herself. She had to run.

Get away.

Run.

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Karis let out a little snarl of triumph as they both went down together. Karis didn't bother trying to get all the way up. She just gave the skirt another yank and scrambled to her hands and knees, trying to get herself over onto the other woman, to try and pin her down and keep her from running. She had her, she had her and Karis would be damned if she was going to let another one get away.

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Suze kicked and squirmed and struggled with all her might. Anything to try and escape. She couldn't end things like this. She couldn't die. She couldn't. There was too much to do. Her mind was reeling too fast for her to even comprehend that she was screaming.

She absolutely hated how weak she felt in that moment. How long had she fended for herself? Up until the arena she had considered herself strong. Her last brush with death hadn't felt this absolute, or this frightening. Maybe, of all things, it was because Jesse had been there too.

Still struggling with all her might she screamed at Karis. Perhaps it was a final, desperate attempt to save herself.

"Stop it! Please! You can't...you can't do this!"

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The screams were music to Karis' ears, as terrible as it was. She pulled herself over the other woman and slowly began to sink her claws into her shoulders as she tried to pin her down and keep her from wriggling too much. The wriggling got annoying, after all. Made things difficult (and there was that thrill again, that feeling of power, the knowledge that she was about to take away someone's life). The screams - the screams just encouraged her. She spread her mouth in a wide, sickly, nasty-looking grin as she leaned over Suze, got right into her face as she hissed a reply.

"Who's stopping me?"

She followed that with a croon that almost sounded like a comfort, "If you stop struggling, this'll all be over a lot faster."

She lifted a clawed, bony hand and shoved Suze's head back as she buried her teeth in the woman's throat.

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It hurt so badly. Even worse than broken ribs and burned hands. Tears streamed out of her eyes as she cried out in pain. It came out as some alien, garbled sound that Suze couldn't recognize. She could feel the blood that was pouring from her neck. She could practically hear it pumping out. Her struggling lessened as the pain overcame her. Her left hand twitched and shook with the machete in it. She tried with all the strength left in her to do some kind of damage. This psychotic freak was killing her and she couldn't do a damn thing.

Worse than the pain or the humiliation was the fear of what Karis would do to her body when she died. Because...death seemed a real and unavoidable thing now. And Karis looked...hungry.

This might be a bit disturbing.

[teethofneedles]

As always, the blood tasted sweet when it goes down. She knew that it was because she'd changed from when she was a human. She knew that if her younger self could see what she'd become, she'd be horrified. And Karis didn't particularly care - not anymore. She'd stopped caring a long time ago (it was easier). She tore her mouth away from the gaping hole in the girl's neck to watch her bleed. With the jugular opened, she wouldn't last long (that disappointed her, but she couldn't afford to play with her food). Karis raised a clawed hand and drew it down Suze's face in a rather morbid imitation of a comforting caress, leaving streaks of blood along her cheek.

"You know what comes after death, don't you?"

Karis paused to let the question sink in before she hissed, voice twisted back into mocking sing-song, "Nothing. I've been there and... there was nothing. Oblivion. You're just gonna be... gone. Like you never existed. Fun, huh?"

Karis leaned over her again, eyes locked on Suze's as her other hand sank claws into her side. She wanted to watch the light go out in her eyes.

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It was getting harder to move, to breathe, to do anything really. Ever rise and fall of her chest was an effort and pain was the only thing she could really feel know. Her eyes were wide with fear as she watched and listened to Karis. And for a brief moment something other than fear flickered in those wide eyes of her.

Stubbornness. "N-no," she gurgled.

She refused to believe there was nothing. She didn't send ghosts to nothing. She sent them to a place they deserved. Maybe she didn't know what or where it was for sure, but there was something. She might have been channeling Father Dom for just a moment as her vision began to fade, along with the pain or any kind of feeling at all, but she refused to believe that she had been born with the abilities she had just to send people to nothing. Oh no. She was going to haunt the hell out of this psycho and then she was going to move on. Maybe find Dad and Jesse.

Jesse.

Silently she called out his name over and over, trying to bring him to her like she had before. His name was the last single thought she had before everything finally went dark and her body fell limp against the ground.

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Karis stayed there for a few minutes, sprawled across the corpse underneath her. She watched the light go out, felt the body underneath her slacken and she simply sat. It was a rush, a feeling of being able to do whatever she wanted to whoever she wanted and she clung to it until the euphoria and high that usually followed a kill started to fade away and she was left with a rapidly cooling corpse. She snagged the machete and rolled it in her hand - she should keep this.

Of course, she wasn't going to let a good corpse go to waste. Karis squatted next to the body - she'd done this hundreds of times before - and started to tear at the flesh with teeth and claws. People, after all, made the best food.