Forthe moment he was by himself, he stared down the hall, blood all over the white washed walls, soaked into the carpeting and sliced and dead bodies everywhere.Thinking about it, that light atmosphere seemed nice but weird at the sametime. Though, the door opened and closed behind him, wondering if it was Naomie, but it wasn't. He knew it wasn't as he heard Bella's voice. He made a cringe she would not notice. It was due to the fact he really did not like her. " Nice, but weird... Nice that it's away from all this death. Weird because our world is just death and destruction on a different scale.A game we can;t turn off. A movie we can't rewind. Some have dreamed and wished for this day, others paid them no mind and just continued living. In honesty, I had only dreamed of this day... I thought it would be fun... This chaos." He took  few steps forward. He was being all philosophical and deep...sort of. "So tell me, why the dark pink color for your hair? Red would be more practical." He added, still not looking at her, but at a corpse at his feet.