Kimiko was walking through a large barren field that stretched as far as an eye could see. The land was wet, and Kimiko's fashion boots were caked with mud. Her black hair was matted and her face was swollen from crying.
She had cried for a while, for weeks, in fact, but it all stopped this morning. There were no more tears left now. A breeze blew her hair from her face for a second, revealing a dark purple bruises around he facial areas from months of fighting.
She hugged the faded green jacket around her and tried to ignore the hunger pains. She didn't know when she'd next see food, but she hoped she'd reach an abandoned city soon.
Kimiko's mind was numb now. Memories could only hurt her. Even good memories. Her denim skirt was torn and her pink tank top was stained with mud and dirt. Her bruised arms did their best to support a simple denim book bag with a fleece blanket in it.
She had no reason to think. A long time ago she figured out that it was very simple. Clay had joined the evil side with Chase Young and Hannibal Roy Bean. They made a great team. Too good. The best. And everyone bad could and did join them. Kimiko, Reimundo, and Omi fought against them. Reimundo died.
That's when Kimiko started to cry. Then Omi died. Kimiko was alone and cried even harder. The world was a desolate place by then. Major cities abandoned, living people scattered throughout the countryside. Kimiko was one of those people. She could fight, but it was no use. She would just join Reimundo and Omi.
She had nothing now, but Kimiko was at the temple with her friends. If you saw her, you would have seen an insane girl playing tag with herself, but Kimiko thought she was back at the temple playing tag with her friends. No one could stop her now. War and violence deteriorated her mental health. She knew she was in danger and could die anytime, but she just turned off those thoughts.
Omi was it now. He chased Reimundo, who scrambled up a tree. Clay ducked into a doorway. Omi chased her now. With many struggles to get away, Omi approached her.
A sharp pain shot through her chest and she was back in the field crumpled on the ground with a knife stuck through her chest. The puddle she laid in wet her hair and bruised face. Kimiko could still hear Omi. "Your it." He whispered. Kimiko smiled.
"Oh well" She said. There was no pain now. Just memories. A whole flood of them consumed her mind.
Kimiko's murderer's red hair ruffled in the cold wind. His red eyes squinted at his victim. He sighed and walked into the fog.