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Not mine. It was what had to be done when she tried to kill Emma. Except she didn't go for the head, like every movie teaches you, and nearly ended up dead herself. Again.

But hey, judge it all you want. We are the ones that lived with it and now it's starting again.

[She being Audrey, presumably, and Emma being... someone else. Georgia will never condemn killing in self-defense or defense of another, so that much, at least, she doesn't judge. It's not what her solution would be, she likes to think, but also she doesn't know the entire situation. Maybe this is a problem that can't be solved by figuring out what lies everyone is hiding them and exposing them. Everyone's always so quick to assert there are problems that can't be solved that way. Just because Georgia hasn't run into them doesn't mean they're wrong.

Then again, this solution doesn't seem to have actually fixed anything.]

...I have a lot of questions. Starting with, how old are you? You can't be out of high school. Also, you realize the head shot thing doesn't apply to normal humans, right? There are a lot of ways to kill people if you're not worried about them getting back up.

All I have are questions anymore. Though I'm not sure what my age has to do with it. But I'm seventeen, in high school. Also I'd love to believe that any shot would work. Sadly I swear we're working under the rules of a slasher movie, which means?

She came climbing up out of the water after the torso shot and would have killed Emma if not stopped. So while I'd love to believe all those normal ways work? They only seem to work on my friends.

[The last is only a tiny bit bitter, mostly to cover the hurt.]

This she isn't your friend Audrey, right? This is your killer. Who isn't your friend, but... your friend killed? [She's trying to follow along.] And the fact that you're 17 is why you're not sure what your age has to do with it.

[She's 22, young enough that she remembers being a teenager with a sharp sort of clarity. If someone had told her at 17 that she couldn't handle anything an adult could, she would have been insulted. Now, it just seems so young.

Then again, fucked up shit never seems to care what age you are. All you can do is try and deal as best you can.]

I'm sorry about your friends. Is this killer not human?

[Considering everything else she's experienced here, it's far from impossible.]

Oh God, no! Audrey is so not the killer. Long story not so short. So yeah, this person hated Emma and her family, so they came for Emma and her mom... and anyone else who it would hurt Emma to lose. We lost good people and a not so good person, and Emma had to kill her.

[Okay, after all of this he isn't mentioning Audrey being there and how she helped Emma. Nope, he's skipping right over that.]

We didn't chose this life. Okay? We were just living our lives. School and friends and bullies and hatefilled video releases of people and their sex lives. Then there were bodies.

[And none of it he wants to repeat, except it's repeating.]

Someone's killing again, too, and we don't know who. Not that we found the body, so you know what? How do I know. Maybe she's not human. I always assumed it was human and men in masks, but what the heck? I'm in Wonderland now, so who knows what she was. Is.

And thanks. It's... still not real? But really way to real. Hard not to be real when you're the last call.

I know. [There's a surprising amount of sympathy in her tone, for all that her expression is as stony as ever.] No one chooses the fucked up shit that happens to them.

[It doesn't mean his age doesn't matter. It's part of the story, just like everything else. It matters, but it doesn't change anything. She wonders where the hell all the adults were for this, why it's the kids who have to kill the killer, but she knows as well as anyone that adults can let you down. It's not the kids' fault if they had to take care of themselves.

And he's right that it doesn't sound real. Too bad that also doesn't change anything.]

Well, as you seem to have noticed, humans generally die a lot easier than that. If she is human, she's certainly got something going on that you don't know about. Might be as simple as a kevlar vest.

No one but the ones causing it. When there is someone.

[He supposes there always is, but he isn't sure if you can always blame them. A government tries to save people, maybe, and zombies happen. Okay he'd probably blame the government if he'd been around then, but what good would that do.

In his life, he has someone to blame for all that happened, but he doesn't know what to think now.]

That's the thing though. Why the comment about head shots. Body shot happens. Body goes into the water. Living killer comes back out of the water and takes a shot to the head.

Now people are dying again. So not dead killer took a head shot and is back. Or they had someone helping them and now we have a revenge killer. Some part of me almost wants undead killer.

Okay I don't but... [He shakes his head. Noah hasn't talked about this much. Not even with Emma and Audrey. What to do about it. How to keep one another safe. Not what the heck was actually going on.]

And you're letting me ramble about this. Thanks.

[She shrugs. It's not exactly her doing him a favor. Politely humoring people isn't exactly her style.]

I'm a journalist. Not about to stop you in the middle of a story.

[And oh, the ratings this one would get.]

Oh, well, see now that explains the outfit and I don't have to keep thinking wo...man in black.

I admit, before this place and now? I never would have thought it might be more than human but now I'm not sure.

I follow the Hunter S. Thompson school of journalism fashion. If I have to think about it, I have no business wearing it.

[So she wears the same thing every day unless she's putting on body armor to go out with Shaun. It works for her.]

This place does tend to open your eyes. I found it hard to accept at first [and still] but I make it a habit of believing overwhelming evidence. Even when it seems impossible. It's how my parents survived the Rising. How can I do anything less?

I pretty much go with what isn't on the floor... for longer than a week.

[Because that is always a safe way to pick out clothing.]

You know, it is awesome to think about the world more than less surviving when the zombies come. Not saying any of it is a good thing, but better than most of the world being decimated with the grid failing and all.

I guess it's a case of what's worse. Non-human killer or unknown sidekick revenge killer. Not that I get a choice, but yeah.

[Georgia too, if she's being honest. There's more than a few times she's had to choose by smell, since all her clothes look alike. But even her level of honesty allows for not telling the teenager about her specific hygiene habits or lack thereof.]

I've never understood how the grid falls in zombie fictions, honestly. [Or in a lot of the other zombie worlds represented here.] It's mostly automated. Unless the zombies are specifically trained in sabotage, most electricity and internet should stay available.

[And zombies aren't really known for their intelligence.]

I'd hope for non-human, personally. If there's one sidekick, there might be more. But if you've only got one killer, once you figure out how they die, you're probably done. Of course, if you're really in a horror movie, you're probably fucked either way.

I always assumed that somehow someone working there lost the knowledge or desire to do their job and so fail safes failed? I don't know, kind of like the methane gas guy in Preacher? All i could ever guess.

Though that's a terrifying idea. If you had zombies intelligent enough to train to do things like that. Which gets really frightening because then you're probably talking military experimentation for super soldier type things. Imagining that thin line between Captain America and zombie infiltrator? Kind of scary.

[At least to someone that has never lived in a zombie world.]

That's reassuring, though you have a point. Because then we know who we're looking for too. Though, in fairness, I think it's more someone following TV tropes than we're actually in a horror movie... except I'm suddenly realize with what has happened, I'm not sure there's a difference.

[She hasn't heard of Preacher... something pre-Rising, she supposes, and thus generally not relevant to her life.]

It'd have to be everyone at once, somehow, and also all the machines, but sure.

[It's not realistic. Maybe she's just saying that because she's lived it, but it's not.]

We're in a storybook now, can you honestly be sure you weren't in a movie before?

[Comics go along with games as part of Noah's life. The kind that were mind blowing and twisted were the best. At least until his life recently.

Except now she has a point, and he isn't sure what to make of it. Opening his mouth and then closing it, shoulders suddenly slumping.]

You make an excellent and horrifying point.

Excellent and horrifying points are my specialty. [Is she joking?? It's a little hard to tell.] If it helps, it doesn't really change anything. A lot of people seem to be from places that are fictional in my world. Doesn't make their lives less real to them.

And you are amazing at it. [Because damn.]

Yeah, I can buy that. Right up until someone points and laughs and tells me I'm victim number seven.

That's why they pay me the moderate bucks. [The truth, no matter how excellent and horrifying, may make you free, but it won't make you rich.]

That's pretty specific. Are you?

[Noah fell quiet, looking down and up, shaking his head.]

I can't tell you who number seven was, but more than seven people have already died. I wasn't one of them. Not that I know of, so I'm definitely not seven.

[She nods.] It's not impossible that you would be. A lot of people here are dead back home. Or very close to it.

Yep, you're totally a voice of calm and comfort. [And it is comforting in it's own way. Noah needs kicks from reality.]

Realistically, I would be the killer at this point. I'm not but that only supports the idea of a world of a movie, and the original killer is back.

Wow. Anyone ever tell you it's not a good idea to tell strangers that realistically you're the killer? It's suspicious as fuck.

So is denying I could be the killer in a town where people keep dying. Everyone could be the killer. Because without knowing why, everyone is bound to have a motive. Hell, you're bound to have a motive and you're not even from our world.

Be a hell of a motive to drive me to pan-dimensional killing.

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