While being treated for her wounds, one of Jazz's broken ribs punctured a lung and she drowned in her own blood, dieing a slow, painful death as she thought of what could have been. At least she lived a full, peaceful life. She was sure Taven, that wonderful, caring, sweet man, would find the Bumper South flag on the top of the broken down bus behind the old FM building at any time. She was glad she'd gotten to meet such a noble man as Amoroth, and she wished she'd been able to meet the others properly, but none of that would happen now. The world faded to black and she died.
R.I.P Jazzabelle Dupris, age 19. An angel at heart, a devil with a lead pipe.