Walking away from the rest of the group, Liz decided to check out the art rooms on the ground floor.
Liz had been studying art at the college, as it had always been a passion of hers. The 21 year old had always been quite introverted, she had a serene beauty, with dark red hair and pale features, tall, but very slim, and dressed almost entirely in black save for her white belt.
Liz had first been invited to stay with the others by Erica. She had been reluctant at first, preferring to isolate herself and hope to avoid being infected by the virus by staying as far away from other people as possible - but as things had become more dangerous, with other students sometimes reacting in hostile ways to their own infection, Liz had reconsidered her position and hauled up with the others. They weren't a bad group really, but Liz preferred to keep to herself. It wasn't that she didn't like them - but she hardly knew them, and Liz had always enjoyed having time alone.
She turned the corner towards the art rooms, and the dark, empty corridors actually reminded her of one of her own paintings. Liz, in keeping with her goth lifestyle, had always had a flair for the dark and sinister. She walked quietly down the hall, her green eyes surveying the dim hallway, looking for any possible danger.
Finally, she reached the art room and went inside, hoping it would be empty...
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