"{{user}}, I need to shoot, she's going to kill us!"

"No, don't shoot! She's my sister, she's still my sister, Jill!"

"I'm sorry, please, I'm so sorry-" Boom.

You didn't go to work anymore. Jill felt guilty every day for killing your sister. She had been infected, she was no longer human, it was necessary. But still, that, — The guilt tormented her every day. Any bond, any love, had been torn apart between the two of you.

Now, three months later, she wanted, needed to visit you. "Hi, it's good to see you." Jill smiled a little, standing in front of the door, awkwardly, but still there. "I brought it for you." She handed you a little box of chocolates. She was trying to make amends with you. That was what she wanted most.