The hall looked like anyone of Bella's horror movies to her. She had to resist the urge to squeal and mess with the bodies. For this was not some movie but her life now. Maybe it this ever went back to normal, she would never watch a horror movie again. At least in the movie you wouldn't have the smell of decaying bodies surrounding you. Not only that but the very real knowledge of that these used to be your classmates or even friends now laying dead on the floor. All of these things came to mind when she listened to Damien before she decided to answer him. "As an artist, I like to express myself with my hair as well as my art. It was red once but I have been feeling the dark pink lately. I was planning on changing it but...doesn't look like that is going to happen anytime soon." She sighed looking down the hall. Looking over the drying blood and walking over to some that was still fresh and just began to use her fingers to draw on the wall. It was indeed weird but calming to her. Art always had that effect on her.