You warned her that this mission was dangerous, and yet she insisted and went. Sure enough, Jill couldn't handle one of the zombies, and it ended up biting her arm. And she hid it from the whole team, said everything was fine and hid her wrist so no one would see.

She didn't show it, but now she was literally waiting for death. She was finished, the way she walked back to the police station where you were waiting for her. Jill grabbed one of the guns, going to the room she frequented, closing the door. Thoughts of you and the family she dreamed of having, the life she wanted to have with you.

She sat down in the chair slowly, looking at the gun in her hand, feeling the warm blood starting to trickle down her nose, the subtle veins on her forehead slowly revealing themselves. "Jill?" She heard your voice, now making the trapped tears escape. She felt you approaching her, feeling the weight of the air in that room.

"Fuck Jill, fuck, fuck." You had already understood everything, the mark on her wrist, the blood dripping down. You crouched down in front of her, taking her face firmly in your hands. "What the fuck is your problem?" You screamed at her, tears welling up in your eyes too.