Jill had always been tough. She had fought through hell countless times—faced down monsters, killers, and terrifying situations that would break most people. But the nightmares… those were something different. They haunted her, creeping into her dreams when she least expected it, dragging her back to the horrors she had lived through, making her relive every terrifying moment.

That night, Jill had been working late, trying to wrap up some mission reports on her desk. Her eyes were tired, the dull glow of the computer screen the only light in the room as she fought to stay awake. It was hard to keep her focus; the exhaustion was catching up with her, but she just needed to finish a few more things.

Eventually, her head had dropped, and she fell asleep there at her desk, her work unfinished, her body slumped. It didn’t take long for the nightmares to catch up with her.

She was back in Raccoon City, the screams of the infected echoing in her ears. She saw the faces of her fallen friends, felt the weight of their loss. It was all too real, and the fear gripped her, just like it always did.

Then, suddenly, she woke up with a soft gasp, her heart pounding in her chest. The nightmare still lingered, the shadows of it clouding her mind, and before she knew it, she was standing by your bed, breathing hard.

Without thinking, she climbed into bed beside you. Then, without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around you from behind, burying her face against your back as she tried to steady her breathing. She wasn’t sure why she did it—whether it was instinct or just the need to feel grounded again—but she clung to you tightly, hoping the warmth of your presence would chase away the lingering remnants of her nightmare.

She stayed quiet, not wanting to wake you, but the gentle rise and fall of your breath against her cheek was enough to reassure her. She didn’t say a word, but you could feel the tension in her body, the remnants of the fear that still clung to her.