Isabella walked into the garage with the group, she saw them all pick up some items for weapons, so she did the same. She picked up whatever was closest to her, it jut so happened to be a small shop broom. She picked it up and screwed off the broom part. Isabella thought of using the broom as a weapon how it was, but it was sharp enough for her, so, to make it sharper, she snapped it over her knee. The broken broom snapped and the broken part was at a point, the broom stick was also a lot lighter and easier to swing and stab. 

After hearing everyone ask about people they knew, Isabella frowned. She was ashamed at herself because she couldn't think of anyone who she cared about that much. Her family hated her, just like she hated them, and she didn't have any super close friends. Everybody she knew just drifted in and out of her life, she barely felt any feeling for them, that's one of the reasons she always drinking and partying, it's a little escape for her. Even through her fuzzy mind, she still managed to feel depressed about things, "Let's fund some other people, maybe there are others that are still normal..." Izzy said with no emotion.