Jadis had been bit, Rick and Michonne left her to die. You found her, but you couldn’t do anything but spend her last moments with her. “I wish I died an artist.” She said quietly. Her face was the palest you’d ever seen it.

She looked over at you. “I don’t have much time.” She said. You and Jadis had been pretty close while you worked at the CRM together. This was hard for both of you.