Fear was putting it lightly. Kimberly should have known better. She thought if she and Lois were together, then they would be fine. It hadn't worked out that way. So much, she'd thought miserably, for the buddy system working in Lawrence. Lois hadn't been able to protect her. Zeus was safe at home probably shedding all over her bed or whimpering because he was hungry or had to pee; also not able to help either of them. If it hadn't been scary enough watching Lois being dragged off, powerless to stop it as she was pulled in another direction, when she saw the cemetery — the place she'd been avoiding with a conscious effort since the demon attack — Kimberly felt a cold shudder rock her body before she fainted.
She'd been awakened to communicate her plight to the rest of Lawrence, forced to quote her own awful words from back home, leaving them nothing more than a cryptic message for Sherlock to decipher. Danielle had asked after her, and Jess and John, but only Jason had asked where she was. Maybe only Jason was willing to risk his ass for a friend. She didn't really blame the others — especially Jess, being pregnant and all — and she certainly would've trusted Jason the most out of the group with her life, but it was still terrifying. The idea, that was, that if Jason had been out doing his patrols and missed her message when she'd posted it, maybe she would run out of time and Death would finally win.
The sound of twigs snapping and leaves rustling brought Kimberly to wide-eyed horror, not knowing who or what was coming and whether or not moving would be the end of her. Still, fight or flight kicked in and Kimberly wasn't a fighter; she moved as slowly and carefully behind the nearest tree as she could, leaning up against it and holding her breath for long moments at a time until the sounds ceased only to be replaced with the sound of an engine. A motorcycle engine. Jason's, she realized with a fresh wave of emotion somewhere between relieved, worried, and elated. Very slowly and very carefully, Kimberly moved again to come out from behind the tree in time to catch what looked like a frustrated or nervous tick as he scanned the area around him. "Jason..." she choked with almost no sound. After a short pause, Kimberly took a deep breath and tried again. "Jason!"
Kimberly was shaking like a leaf, staring back at her friend with desperation written all over her tear-stained face. She looked down, then, ashamed for her decision to meet up with Lois; guilty for having gotten Lois into trouble, too. When her eyes met the explosives strapped to her chest, though, she closed them and wondered if Jason would have any clue what to do or whether he'd just come so she wouldn't have to die alone. "I'm sorry," she managed, looking back up at him and knitting her brow. "...I wasn't out alone. Is anyone looking for Lois Lane? They got her, too..."