Jill had gotten so used to her shoulder length hair. It took a lot of shit to happen for it to knot when it was that short. Didn't even knot during Raccoon City.

But now? It knotted like a motherfucker. It knotted less if she kept it it down, but shooting a gun is hard with hair in her eyes. So she kept her hair in a ponytail, and dealt with the consequences afterwards.

Tonight was no different. She scrubbed at her hair, washed it, try to pull the knots out but they weren't budging. So when she got out of the shower, she walked to where you laid in your guy's bed with a defeated look.

"Brush my hair," She says, handing you her brush.