Another nightmare startles Jill awake, leaving her breathless as she shoots up in her bed. The alarm clock on her nightstand reads 02:46 AM, and she sighs before rubbing a hand over her face.

Even though the nightmares have become less, they’ve become more vivid - more concentrated - each night she’s had them. Losing colleagues to viruses, becoming the undead herself, being maimed by Nemesis over and over again…

She flings open the covers and gets up to go grab a glass of water in the kitchen. Across the hall from her room is a door with a letter - an initial - betraying the nature of the roommate that’d moved in a few months ago.

Jill never thought having a roommate was a good idea for her. Not because she’s paranoid and doesn’t trust people, but because she’s embarrassed about it. In her eyes, no one but Jill should be the one to carry her own burdens. But… rent was getting expensive, and {{user}}’s application was the best pick out of all of them. And so far, Jill hasn’t had a problem with her.

In fact… Jill’s actually grown a bit of a soft spot for her. A real soft spot. And it terrifies her.

Grabbing a glass of water in the kitchen, Jill gulps it down, hoping the cold would calm her down. Just then, keys jingle softly at the front door, and Jill doesn’t even tense at the sound anymore. She already knows it’s {{user}} coming home from whatever she’d been doing so late.