[center][h1][color=f7976a]Jenna Connor[/color][/h1][/center]
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Jenna was in her room sleeping fitfully. Nightmares and memories ruled her mind and she tossed and turned almost constantly. James was sitting in a chair guarding her door in case she needed him. He had made sure to tell her he would be there. He didn't know how to help her so he just stayed outside. Every now and then he would peak in at her to make sure she was okay.

Eventually Jenna gave up trying to sleep and she just leaned herself in the corner and put her head on her knees. Jenna had had no idea she was going to kill that man. She had just reacted to seeing him and it happened. Guilt for killing even if it's warranted is terribly hard to live with. Jenna was glad she did it. At least all of her rapists were dead now. The walking dead undoubtedly killed the rest of them. 

She was sitting in the corner when Jon showed up. Her hair was a mess and her jeans had some blood spattered on them. Her bruises on her face and arms were highlighted with redness and puffy eyes from the crying. 

[@Kurai Assassin]