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She wakes up and is alone. But that doesn't cause her any fear, she sometimes prefers being alone now. At least, if she's alone she doesn't have to think or try to figure out what's real. She can just lie in bed and pretend the rest of the world doesn't exist.

A small part of her knows that she should *not* feel that way, that curling up in her room is not a way to deal with problems and that for most of the people in the bar she only has one set of memories, but she doesn't know how much longer she can take her dreams. She meant what she said to Chris, having no memories would make things so much easier.

And she wouldn't have the nightmares anymore, the blood-soaked visions she can't escape, because she remembers standing in the supermarket and how the person behind her suddenly screamed and grabbed their nose. They were hemorrhaging and then other people followed suit, the virus spreading like wildfire.

Kim is immune and she pictures trying to help the woman and whoever else was hurting and the CDC arriving fast and waiting for her test results as she sat with her back against the customer service cage.

Then, other calls began pouring in and when she was finally free to go, that's when the men came to her door.

But part of her remembers none of that happening at all.