User blog comment:Kaffe4200/Another UFSW Story - The Bowl/@comment-5650112-20131005154223

Here is my character:

Joel Everett, a kind family man in his mid 40s and shaven hair was walking down the street, alone, nobody around him to keep him company with only just a revolver with just six bullets left. Not much, but everything counts. His feet began to hurt an hour later. He looked around him. Luckily for Joel, no one was around, no walkers, no bandits and decided to rest on the cold ground. He had his revolver in his hand. He could kill himself to end the pain and suffering, but he dind't want to die for nothing. Like an animal. Time flew by and it became more cold.

After resting for a while, Joel stood up and began to travel through the streets Oregon. He passed the corner and was face-to-face with one of the people that were infected by the virus. Without hesitation he pulled out his revolver and shot a bullet in the rotten skin of the infected. Joel knew it was not smart to pull the trigger, but he had no choice, though he had military combat training but if the infected bites you once. You are out. He heard groaning infected. He looked around and saw infected people uniting together. They began to chase Joel through the streets, he looked back every single second to see if they were gone, but they weren't. Joel fired four bullets again, only hitting two infected. Only one left. Would he save it for himself or would he shot some random infected with it?

After finally escaping from the heard he looked around and saw that he was in a forest. Joel took his chances and searched for cabins for living people or supplies. After a long search he came across a little cabin. He entered the cabin slowly, he turned around the corner and looked with a horrifying look on his face at a suffering infected. She had a rotten skin, eyes with no pupils and a big chunck of flesh was missing at her neck. He looked at his revolver with only one bullet. Should he save it or put the woman out of her misery?