Damien just laughed at how she described herself. "Your just yourself. Sides, the bed I stole your first kiss on was clean. Regardless, I want to take a detour. I want to head downstairs and examine the body of that witch I killed with Walter yesterday. Dunno what I am looking for, but maybe some clue will turn up. Besides, I got you with me. I feel safer with you then Walter.. even more so with Elizabeth..." He sighed. "Shall we?" He said and headed out into the hall, down the hall, down stairs, past the big door and down the hall to the body of the witch he repeately impaled her head with repeated blows from the door.<br/><br/>Walking to the body he knelt down and grabbed it's waist and pulled her more into the hall. Rolling her onto her back he looked over the body... Pale skin.. Thin... but the torn cheerleaders clothes gave it away that in the living she was of the Wildcats cheer squad. Fixing his glasses, he reached down and grabbed her right wrist and lifted it. He looked at the few inch claws she had. Speaking to himself, he said. "Odd... The fingernail somehow combined with the finger bone and pierced through her finger tip skin and looked like it grew rapidly... Probably a painful proccess."He brought the hand to the brick wall and gently put the claw edge of her index finger against the wall. It actually made a mark. "Shit... I got lucky... "He put the hand down and reached over to her face and parted her lips. The teeth were red with blood and that blood seemed to come out of the sides of her mouth... Like a typical zombie on that note. He moved so he could look at the face better. He looked into her eyes...bloodshot and red, sign of severe crying.<br/><br/>He sighed and then stood up. "Naomie, mind cutting her head off? Don't want any reanimation magic tricks... Still... It's clear that she's a form of a mutation of the same string that makes the normal zombies. If this is true for any others in exsistance now... At least there would not be a second or thrid virus going around. Then again, that's just what I think... I could be wrong." He pondered.