User blog comment:Kaffe4200/Another UFSW Story - The Bowl/@comment-5415500-20131005140510/@comment-5415500-20131005140517

A tall, brunette woman ran down a suburban street. She looked like she was in her late twenties. Her red dress, which looked like it had been shredded, clung to her body. She wore no shoes, neither did she wear socks. The pitter-patter sound of her bare feet on the cold, stone floor echoed around the road. The woman held a small pistol with both her hands. Her pupils widened - she was scared.

Her name was Charley and it was all going so well. Flashback three months and she would've been living in paradise. They called it 'Suburbia.' However, nothing good lasts forever. With the sudden herd of infected that crept up on the village during a wedding, Charley could do nothing but run.

Charley hadn't changed clothes or washed in three months. She hadn't even put the tiny pistol down. She would sleep for a few hours, run a few more miles and then sleep again. Often, Charley wondered why she didn't just 'off herself.' But, then she had remembered what her older brother had said to her, as his last words - "We keep surviving to honor those who have passed trying."

She was snapped out of her reminiscent phase by the sound of an all-too-familiar groan. Charley looked to her left to see an infected, stumbling over a trash can. The lid rolled along the ground, to Charley's feet, before stopping. The infected pulled itself back up and followed the girl's scent. Her hands rapidly shook as she raised the gun and fired.

A bullet penetrated the infected's shoulder and Charley could've sworn that she had heard another groan come from somewhere else. Deciding against drawing more infected to her position, Charley ran into the detached house on her left. She quickly close the door behind her and, fortunately for her, the keys were still in the lock. Charley locked the door and put the keys in her bra - just in case.

After spending at least half an hour searching the house for danger as well as food, Charley found a can of peaches. She threw one into her mouth as she walked upstairs. In one of four rooms, a grey mattress laid on the floor. She collapsed onto the bed and placed the tin of peaches to the side. Charley reached into her bra and pulled out a picture of herself with a man.

"Goodnight, bro." She kissed the picture.