“I want to dye it.” Jill complains, scrutinizing herself silently as she stares at her new blonde hair. Glaring at the locks that used to be short and brown. Not..this.

All thanks to that stupid virus.

“It’s just..I don’t like it. It looks ugly.” She spits, hating the way her hair frames her face. The way it makes her eyes darker, the way it makes her skin look even more pastel.

She hates it.