OMFG No! I do not like the new zombie love interest. I'm literally going to cry myself to sleep until Ravi and Liv get their shit together and just make out already! Are you there God. . . Unfortunately this means I have to write about it too. And make her not totally repulsed by him. On the other hand, I've got a few tricks up my sleeve . . . Huehuehue

No, but now I'm really on edge and anxious about it, as if I didn't already have enough anxiety already. Heh. Heh. Heuh ;(

Please note that the canon script is a little different because I'm just doing this from memory. Also, this episode is going to have to be broken up into two chapters.


Chapter 3: SkyDIEing

We were on a call for some skydiving accident. A girl got stabbed by a tree on her way down. Pretty shitty way to go if you ask me. I laid on the tarp body bag that the corpse would be in within a few minutes. The sky was clear, bright, and sunny."I guess you could say she went skyDIEing."I said out loud. Ravi responded with a chuckle at my little pun. "Cute."

"Heh, even if I lie out here all day, I'll never get a tan." I said to Ravi, who was wandering about, kicking rocks and twigs around. He came and sat down next to me on a backpack.

"Hey, out of everyone here, who would you eat first?" I asked, sitting up on one arm. He looked at me with that smirk that just said 'typical'. "I'd opt to ask if someone had an apple, first."

I began to get hungry. "I was watching some poorly-produced late night television the other night, and there was a commercial for this place with this fabulous egg-salad." Now I was picturing it. "And I thought, 'Hey, I used to love egg-salad when I was alive.' so I decided to try my own version with brains - it wasn't the best thing I've ever tasted."

Ravi seemed bored and kind of disgusted to be honest. Ironic, considering he's a medical examiner. "Fine, entertain yourself then." I went on to talk about the brain recipes I'd recently tried anyway. "I think you might be having shish kabob for lunch." Ravi cut it, referring to the girl impaled by a tree. "I get it, food on a stick. You're so juvenile . . . LOLLIPOPS!"

"Cake pops."

"Popsicles." I was more enthusiastic about this than I should've been.

"Cheese."

"Cotton Candy." My phone began to ring. "Corn dogs!" I yelled before answering. It was Peyton, I could tell she was crying. "Hey, what's going on?" I asked her.

"You remember Holly?" She asked me, obviously upset. "Yeah, why?"

"Well, I'm on facebook, and I'm getting a lot of RIP Holly on my feed. Apparently she died in a skydiving accident."

My eyes immediately shot up to the tree, where the girl was still hanging. Holly, that was Holly. "I've gotta go." I said plainly before abruptly ending the call. Ravi came up behind me. "Everything alright?"

"Holly." I said. "She used to be part of my sorority. We voted her out because of how reckless she was." I forced a smile. "Looks like it caught up with her." Ravi hugged me from behind, wrapping his big arms around me. I held on and took a deep breath.

...

The morning's events played over and over in my mind. "This was not human error! Him! He had something to do with it. Holly was supposed to jump last, but she went before him instead! Not to mention, he was missing for half an hour afterwards." He'd said. I thought about it as I prepared Holly's body. "Liv, you don't have to do this." Ravi said. "Eat her, I mean." This was the compassionate side of Ravi I'd only seen a few times. "It's not like we're any short on brains, we have that man who got hit by a car, or that lady that bit the dust while walking her dog in the park."

"Thanks, but I can do it." I reassured him. "I've done it for strangers, it's the least I can do for her." And with that, Ravi began sawing her skull open with the bone saw. Shaky, I reached under the cloth and grasped her hand. Her skin had gone from a deep tan to already almost as pale as me.

I ate her brains in a bowl of spaghetti as a substitute for meatballs. Also, I'd used hot sauce instead of tomato sauce. I sat next to Ravi on the couch in the tiny break room. With every bite I took of Holly's brain, I would remember. I suddenly recalled the times when she was actually fun instead of hopelessly reckless. Sure she was crazy, but she always had your back when you needed it. Grades, relationship problems, whatever it was. She was there.

We were sitting watching Deathdream, some Canadian zombie flick from '74."Well, you look like you're really invested in this film." Ravi said sarcastically. "Yeah." I replied. Putting down my plate, I began picking at my fingernails. Suddenly that uncomfortable feeling from before came back. I had a vision. One of the guys on the plane . . . was . . . freaking out, and . . .

I decided I'd go talk to Clive about it later. "I think that one guy . . ." I blurted out. Ravi looked at me again with another one of his faces. This time he was absolutely repulsed. "Liv, I don't want to know about your se- WAIT!" His emotion suddenly changed to that of a child on christmas. "Have you been having sexual relations? Is that something I can test?" I glared at him.

"No. And you're way more excited about that than you should be, it's weird, stop." I said, shutting him down. "I had a vision. That guy from earlier, the one that the other guy accused of killing her, he was freaking out, urging her to jump before he did. Yelling."

"Alright, let's go talk to Clive."

...

Ravi waited outside while I went in to talk to Clive. "Clive, you know that case with that girl who got impaled by a tree while skydiving, I think she was murdered."

"Liv, it's been ruled as an accident, what makes you think -"

"I had a vision. One of the guys she was with was freaking out before he made her jump before him."

Clive sighed. "I'm sorry Liv, this is homicide. I can't do anything about it unless her name is on that board and there's evidence." He said gesturing to a white board across the room with names and their corresponding case numbers written on it. Needless to say, Holly's name wasn't on that board.

"Please, Clive." I begged. "She was a friend from college."

"Fine."

...

I walked back out to find Ravi playing spider solitaire on his phone. "Hey." Ravi moved one last card before tucking his phone away back in his pocket. "How'd it go?"

"Alright, I guess." I began. "At least he agreed to help. I'm gonna have to do my research and find the people who jumped with her today, though. That'll be a pain." Ravi snickered. "Yeah, because googling things are such a pain." I playfully smacked him on the arm. "Shut up!"

"What're we getting for dinner, anyway?" he asked, though he already knew the answer. Pita Inn, like usual Tuesday nights. That was where we always went on 'gloomy tuesday' as we called it. We would go later at night, when it was some reason, falafels made Tuesdays a little bit better.

Afterwards, Ravi dropped me off at my place. "Night." I said as I exited the car. Peyton had just gotten home a few days ago from her business trip to Boston on Sunday. Good thing, too. I was beginning to miss her. She was my best friend, and I loved her like a sister. She was sitting on the living room couch, the couch Ravi and I slept on a few days ago, tears in her eyes and looking through her Holly's facebook page.

"It's just hard to believe she's gone." she said, tearing up. "I know." I said as I sat down next to her

"I mean, she was batshit insane, but she was a good friend. Look at her." Peyton continued scrolling through her pictures. "She was living her dream. She lived a million miles too fast . . ."

"Dumb way to go." she said quietly. I began to pet her head.

...

I sat in for the interrogations of Holly's co-workers.