stock here--she supposedly died of natural causes. What are the odds?
her FEcbook is down, just like Marilou's within minutes of her identity being released.
This one social media is up
http://nl.ink361.com/app/users/ig-4025837665/lularoekymberley/photos
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This was from her Facebook page soon before her death. Here's the link:
https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=10210907614435016&id=1492389612
This is her account of the shooting, copied straight from her post:
" I have been receiving phone calls, messages & texts galore
since Sunday night, and I have been providing the same copy & pasted
message to each of those who have contacted me. A really quick, vague,
account of what happened at the Route 91 Festival in Las Vegas. It has
been nearly 72 hours since the nightmare took place, and I am finally
able to sit here & put into words my own personal account.
I have
attached some photos of the fun we did have.
I would first like to give a huge giant thank you to both Casie Barnard
& Ricky Ardito, without them I can guarantee you I wouldn’t have
gotten out like I did- I would have dropped to the floor, stunned, and I
would not have been able to get up. I owe them both my life.
Sunday morning we woke up sore & hungover from the nights before.
Friday & Saturday nights were a blast- we drank too much, and fought
the crowd to get as close to the stage as possible. We acted like we
were in our early 20s and hitting Vegas for the first time; however,
when we woke up Sunday we all were in complete agreeance that we would
not be doing that again.
We decided, instead, to bring in a king sized
sheet & sit on the astro-turf in the way, way back & just
peacefully watch the concert from our spacious sheet. We also decided to
drink the morning and afternoon of, but not the evening, as Ricky,
Cassie & Mendy had an early day ahead of them, having to leave at
4am to get Ricky to work Monday morning.
When we had full bellies &
got our retail fix in-shopping the vendors, we headed to the main stage
where we immediately sought out that back sitting area. Unfortunately,
we procrastinated getting to our seats for too long, and every spot was
taken. We ultimately ended up on the next fake-grass area much closer to
the stage- but we still had a decent amount of space & great
viewing area, so we spread out our sheet and claimed it our territory.
We remember exactly where we were, because most of us (excluding myself)
left to go to the bathroom & get water during the concert, so we
used landmarks to be able to find each other again. I remember
distinctly that one of the bars was to my left and I had to look behind
me to see it- thinking maybe I should get one more beer, but I already
had a full bladder & I have an irrational fear of porta-potties, so I
decided against it.
We are all hanging out on this sheet, dancing our booties off,
enjoying ourselves so much that we took off our boots to get even more
comfortable. Casie & I were on opposite sides of our little 5-person
group. I was on the far right side, and I had so much room to dance
that this guy who walked by, who we called “camo man”, actually said to
me “taking up a lot of real estate there, eh?” jokingly.
After about 20
minutes of Jason Aldean’s set, I got this overwhelming feeling to go
stand over by Casie. I can’t tell you why, but I did. The entire time I
was dancing next to her I kept thinking to myself, “why? Why don’t I go
back to my spacious area?? There is no room to dance over here.. I am
not having a good time over here… okay, on the next song I will”. But,
there wasn’t a next song.
From about 50 feet in front of us, and a little to the right, fire
crackers were set off. Let me repeat that… FIRE CRACKERS WERE SET OFF.
I
verbally stated “some asshole just shot of fire crackers in close
proximity to so many people”. I was literally pissed off. You could see
Jason Aldean look to his left kind of startled by it, but he was also
clearly irritated. I would say about 15 seconds later, the first volley
of gunfire was released. It was a shorter volley than any of the
others, and the gunfire was not as close together either. EVERYONE
looked up, down, around. We thought it was more fire crackers at first,
but then Ricky reached over, told us all to put our boots on, quickly.
And the volley ended.
Then people started to panic. The gentlemen behind
me looked at me as I was putting on my boots, half laying down, and
said “calm down crazy, its just fireworks, jeez”. That is when the 2nd
volley went off, Ricky yelled at us all to get down, flat, & we
immediately knew there was someone shooting at us. I remember getting
down, but I didn’t lay flat for some reason, thinking- oh my gosh, I
need to get flatter than I am now, but my body just wouldn’t let me.
That was the 2nd volley.
At the end of that volley ( I am still
struggling to get my boots on), we turned and tried to run, but the
people behind us still weren’t moving. I yelled at the lady “RUN! ITS
GUNFIRE! RUUUUUUUUUNNNNN!!!” The look on her face was pure terror, but
she finally dropped her stuff and turned to begin running…. But then the
3rd volley hit… and it was close. Very, very close to us. I could
physically see the impact of the bullets on the astro-turf, I could feel
the warmth & the passing of bullets. Once that 3rd volley was over,
Casie linked her arm into mine, and we decided at that moment we
weren’t stopping- we were getting the Hell out of there. And I do mean
Hell.
We were in literal Hell. The gentlemen that mocked me stating it
was just fireworks fell to the ground, and he never got back up. The
lady behind me (who was now in front of me) who was terrified as I told
her to run, never got back up. I actually had to physically step over
her body to run (something I am still struggling with, so please don’t
attack me. I was absolutely in flight-or-fight mode). There was another
person to my right who also wasn’t moving. We ran. I don’t know what
direction we ran, I don’t know towards which landmark we ran. We just
ran. It was at this time our group got split up. Casie & I were
together. Ricky, Cassie & Mendy were together.
We were rounding some sort of corner maybe- and I looked to the right
and I saw this large cowboy sitting down with his legs spread, holding a
blood-soaked woman. I thought to myself “we NEED to hide”, but as I
looked quickly for somewhere to go, the gunfire once again got closer
and closer. We couldn’t hide because they (and I do mean THEY) were
chasing us.
That exact moment is when I started to really panic. That is
the exact moment in which I thought this was it, I was going to die, I
was never going to see my family again. So, as we are running, we
approach this fence where men are throwing women over, and we ran up to
it as they had knocked It down, so we were able to get out. As we
crossed the threshold of the venue, my mind went straight to other mass
shootings and hearing the victim’s families in my head talk about how
they never got to say goodbye. I did not want this for my husband (who
was at work) & my grandma (who had my daughter, Scarlett). So, at
10:07pm I called my husband franticly leaving him a voicemail- telling
him that I loved him and was in the middle of a shooting & I wasn’t
sure if I would make it out alive.
Next, while still running, I called
my grandma to tell her the exact same thing. But the gunfire wasn’t
stopping this whole time. It wasn’t ceasing. It wasn’t slowing down. And
It was directly behind us, following us. Bullets were coming from every
direction. Behind us, in front of us, to the side of us. But I know, I
just know, that there was someone chasing us. The entire time I felt
this way. The farther we got from the venue, the closer the gunfire got.
I kept looking back expecting to see the gunmen- and I say MEN because
there was more than one person. There was more than one gun firing. 100%
more than one.
As we were running, we kept changing direction, because it felt like no
matter what direction we took, we were being followed.
So we ended up
running in a weird triangular path. The first place I remember getting
to was a parking lot, and I told Casie (who was slightly in front of me)
we needed to get under one of the trucks. She turned to me and started
her way back to me, and that is when the gunfire got even CLOSER than
ever before. It was RIGHT THERE. It was within the parking lot. Everyone
around us was panicking once again. So we ditched the idea of getting
underneath a vehicle, and we continued the run for our lives. If you
know me, you know I am a big girl, who is out of shape, and who
definitely does not run for any reason. But I can tell you I ran like I
have never run before.
The 2nd place I remember going by was Hooters- which is where we met
back up with the rest of our small group. We ran towards the entrance
thinking we could take cover there, but as we got closer, a stampede of
people ran out, terrified.
We could only conclude that there was another
gunman inside of that hotel. This made us even more scared- we had
nowhere to go- no one to trust. At some point, we ended up at the
airport & even entered the building for safety. Everyone as we
entered were screaming at the staff “IS IT SAFE IN HERE?” but we weren’t
getting anyone to answer us, so after running about 30 feet into the
building, not getting the answers we so desperately needed, we decided
it, too, wasn’t a safe spot, so we got out of there quickly and
continued running.
After all this running, we were tired, sore & having to stop to
cough, gag and even vomit.
We ran across an intersection & us &
another group of people pleaded with a limo driver to let us in and get
us out of there. He was clearly confused & didn’t understand what
was going on, so he didn’t let us in. Next, we ran to a taxi van &
she was willing to let us in, but she told us her van only held 4 people
& she wasn’t going to let the 5 of us in, so we said screw it and
continued running. At one point, we ran passed a small liquor store
where they so graciously gave us water bottles. We passed UNLV as well.
Some things I can’t remember exactly where we were or at what time of
the night they happened. But we were running along what I am guessing
was Tropicana Avenue, and this dark colored sedan drives by, slows a
little, and a smaller Hispanic, dark-haired woman leans out the window,
and she yells something we couldn’t understand in a clearly taunting
manner. It really freaked us out, because again, we didn’t know who we
could and could not trust.
I don’t remember at which time, but at some point, Ricky was reminded by
Cassie that his Uncle Manny lived in Vegas. He called him, and we made a
plan to meet him at a grocery store a couple miles away to get picked
up. We finally made it to him, he shoved us all in his car, drove us to
our hotel (we stayed off the strip), waited for us to pack (this
literally took us all of 10 minutes max to do), and escorted us to the
freeway to get us home.
A HUGE thank you to Uncle Manny for his love,
generosity & kindness.
The what-ifs still kill me. What if we hadn’t decided to be chill that
night? What if we went to the same sardine-like spot we were in the two
previous nights? What if we had been drinking as much as we had been
Saturday night? Would we have had the reaction time to escape? What if I
hadn’t had the desire to move next to Casie? Would we have been
separated? There are still so many what-ifs from that night.
I have bene watching the news non-stop since I arrived back home to my
family. And it just doesn’t make sense.
The story that are feeding
everyone doesn’t add up to our eyewitness accounts. There is something
wrong with what they are saying & the evidence seems fake if you ask
me. There are multiple people stating that there was a lady towards the
beginning of the evening who had made her way up to the stage warning
people that we were all gunna die- her and her boyfriend were escorted
off the premises. Why has she not been mentioned by authorities? Every
single survivor I have talked to also remembers multiple shooters, and
at least one from the ground- why aren’t we being taken more seriously?
Tons of things don’t add up.
I know I am forgetting a bunch of what happened, and I will edit this
post to include it as I remember.
I praise our Lord & Savior, Jesus Christ, for surviving a horrific
incident. People were dropping like flies all around me, and there is
absolutely ZERO reason why I wasn’t at least struck with a bullet. I
left the Route 91 Festival completely unharmed physically, besides some
scrapes and super sore bones & muscles.
Mentally, however, is a
different story. I do okay during the day, but as soon as nightfall
hits, I get super scared & anxious. I am even typing this up with
butterflies in my stomach and a racing heart. I don’t want to be alone. I
don’t want to go anywhere, ever. I can no longer be in any place with
large crowds- concerts, festivals, theme parks, zoos, etc. I can no
longer trust anyone around me. I can no longer close my eyes without
seeing those bodies & hearing the sound of gunfire.
I am ruined, as
are thousands upon thousands of people.
We were given wristbands to wear for the 3-day event. I can’t seem to
take mine off.
We went to Las Vegas for a super fun, down to Earth country concert
featuring our favorite artists. We left scared, scarred, traumatized and
broken. And for that, we demand answers."
Here's the link to her obituary:
http://m.legacy.com/obituaries/vvdailypress/obituary.aspx?n=&pid=186942151&referrer=0&preview=True
Here's a link to the story:
https://www.inquisitr.com/4553338/las-vegas-shooting-survivor-kymberley-suchomel-who-claimed-multiple-shooters-involved-dies-unexpectedly/amp/
But that is wrong. The answer is found by taking each individual person and then calculating the chance that no one else has the same birthday. Do that for every person and then add up the percentages.
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