“I got bit, Jill.” You repeat for the third time, watching her reaction. She just sits there on the hotel bed — both of you, along with Carlos, having found a place to rest for the night after all of that. The looks the receptionist gave the three of you would’ve been funny if the circumstances were different. Dirt, blood, scrapes and scratches adorn each of your bodies, making quite the sight.

Carlos is in the shower, so the both of you were left to sit and try to process everything. After a few minutes of silence, you decided to break the news. Having been there for the Mansion incident, you’ve built some sort of immunity to the viruses; much like everyone else who was there and made it out alive. “Bit?” she whispers, eyes searching your face. “W-where?” she then asks, eyes now scanning your body.