"Assuming you haven't scared her off, yes," Tess snapped, to the point. She glanced back at Jennifer for a brief moment, as if sizing her up, and then she scowled. "When has anyone ever tried this as a solution?"

And not bled out, that is. Tess was sure some idiot somewhere tried cutting off their arm to save the rest of them, but she didn't have a damned clue if it had worked or not.

All she knew is that she would rather face a whole line-up of patrolling soldiers and get caught in a condemned building in a goddamn prohibited zone than do this. At least she knows she could pay off soldiers –– she can't pay off a hostage and an infection.

And then she moved the gun between her hands, taking it by the barrel so she could thrust it in Joel's direction grip-first. She hated losing control, but hey, they wanted a docile hostage, didn't they? Tess trusted Joel wouldn't let the woman get past the door if she tried to run for it.

"But I'm not getting injected with anything. I'm just going to grit my teeth through it." She glanced back at Jennifer again. "Just cut it all out. As deep as you need to go. Like I said before, I don't care if I bleed out or whatever, cut it all out."

Who needed a clavicle, anyway?