When tragedy struck a week ago at the Route 91 Harvest festival, America was changed. A crazy man thought he could make Americans live in fear, but like always, it only serves to further our resolve to free lives.
Initially the death toll from that night was 59, but news has just broken that that event has claimed its 60th life. Kymberley Suchomel, was found dead on the morning of October 9th. Kymberley was not shot or physically injured in the shooting, but she was left with deep and profound trauma.
Her grandmother, Julie Norton, found that Kymberley had slipped away when she arrived at Kymberley’s house to take care of her 3 year old daughter, Scarlett.
Ms. Norton shared,
“Kymberley had epilepsy and she’s always been prone to seizures — she told her friend that she recently had three focal seizures,” Norton told the Daily Press. “I believe the stress from the shooting took her life.”
Kymberely, although thankful she didn’t die, knew she wasn’t going to be ‘normal’ for a very long time. She told the Daily Press,
“That was the night that my life, and the lives of my friends, and so many others were changed forever,” Suchomel told the Daily Press the day after the shooting. “I might have escaped unharmed, but I know that I’ve been emotionally and mentally scarred for life.”
It’s also been revealed that Kymberly had a pituitary tumor and was taking medication for it, and she had mentioned how she had had 3 separate focal seizures since the shooting took place. A focal seizure occurs when electrical activity remains in a limited area of the brain.
Kymberley was also garnering attention because she wrote in detail in a now private Facebook post, how she believed there were multiple shooters involved. A fact, that if true, would fundamentally change everything we know so far about this tragedy.
It’ll be easy for some to say that this is a smoking gun, that this is proof. But look at the facts as they relate to Kymberley herself. She was admittedly traumatized, and had written that the littlest things startle her, and bring all that fear back again, it’s not outside the realm of possibility that something like this unfortunately happened given her personal set of circumstances.
Her account has since been made private, but there is an archived version of what she wrote..
Her account is as follows,
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.
And she speaks of what she perceived to be a gunman inside of a different hotel,
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.
We’ll never know what was actually going on. Was what Kymberley claimed to experience made up in her mind due to the stress of the event she was already experiencing? The official story as told to us by Las Vegas law enforcement and doesn’t have room really for multiple shooters.
Kymberley was a brave woman to refuse to give up and die during those horrific events, and that’s the way we prefer to remember her.