Bella had been completely quiet behind them. Not caring about them being in the same room, she slowly found her black, skin tight, leather outfit and pulled it on. Packing things she thought would be useful  even though it was nothing that would help too much. Her backpack held her laptop and charger, cell phone and charger, some clothes, the food that was in her mini frig, her scissors, and an exaco knife. It was a art tool but it looked more like a scapal. Now she was ready. As the horrible crying was heard, she did her best not to squeal. It sounded so sad yet gastly at the same time. She only listened to their conversion and watch as Damien left, peeking out the door as he did. She wanted to see this zombie. It only looked to be a skinny young woman. Well...except for those sharp claws. Before moving again, she dug in her bag for those scissors before she closed it and put it on her back. Pays to be safe. Her eyes widened at the thing sudden movement. She inched closer to her door. Watching and waiting.<br/><br/>(http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y273/goodsoul2046/Miniskirt/c13105a4.jpg)