My fingers trembled, and it felt like I didn't have any control over my body. I walked right up to her, holding the knife tight, in my right palm. The memories are blurry, but I remember her scream, the tears and the last light coming from her eyes. I wish I had control, I wish I could still see her happy and trusting eyes, while holding her warm hands. I wish I wish, but that's a problem I can't solve right now. I took Kim's hand, and we started chasing after death.