Thread: The Crumbling Infection  (ThickLeaves x Pastel00)

Charles had been a 19 year old college student, who was studying criminal law his entire life. He wanted to help the world, make it a better and safer place for not just him friends and family, but for everyone around him. Of course he planned to pursue this more along the lawyer route, he wasnt exactly the most athletic of the bunch. Not saying he was some lard who could barely do anything for himself, but that he failed in most sports and certainly was much more of a brains over brawn. He always preferred to be the more tactical one, thinking things through when it came to ideas, games and even dumb little games he played. However due to this fact he was the same kind of person who sat back and would watch and plan even when others were already executing their own plans. Charles was far from a brave man, not seeking power or attention from those around him, simply Just wanting to be safe and comfortable within his own sanctuary. When the infection began to spread Charles and his family werent prepared in the slightest. Charles was the kinda guy who always watches movies and played games, judging peoples decisions in the movies. So once the infection his he thought it would be a walk in the park, making his way through with a group, fighting the infection and surviving till the cure came, if ever. Immediately his family grabbed everything they could, stuffing it into a car and driving for the hills. His family had a cabin deep in the woods, it wasnt close to anything but that was the beauty of it. Secluded in the woods without any other cabins nearby, simply all it had was a path that lead to a small town with barely 20 houses and a few stores. From there larger cities and towns connected but he wasnt concerned with those, he wanted to stay away from the dense population. Barely a month in Charles and his family went out for a walk through the woods, thinking that the world was slowly in the up, but to no avail a horde stumbled upon them, nearly catching all of his family and friends, Charles mightve made it out unharmed, but there was no chance that he would consider it unharmed. Watching the horde kill his entire family before his eyes, him having not a single thing he could do to help. It was a horrifying event for him and his entire life he remembered, everytime he made his way through the path, avoiding the place where it happened, veering off into the deep woods where the path brought back memories. It was 6 months into the infection, Charles had been on his own for the past 5 months, scavenging buildings and tents that he could find. Taking any food that he could find, any supplies that would make his life easier in the slightest. Charles was in the middle of a small town nearby, scavenging through the houses for anything he could find. It seemed like every single house was barely touched, like the families left faster than the wind could fly through. He stuffed his bag with cans and sealed bottles of water, saving the moment with everything that he had gotten. The commotion in the street grew louder with the screams and growls of the infected, causing Charles to close his back and throw it back over his back. He walked over to the window and peeped through the curtain, knowing that there was a clear problem at hand. Shit.. He whispered to himself, pushing himself away from the window and making his way to the back door, slowly turning the knob and peeking his head out. Not seeing a single thing in either direction he made his way through it. He grabbed the makeshift bow that he had off his back, it wasnt exactly the most reliable weapon, but it helped him when he needed it most. He tiptoed through the alley until he came to a trashcan, climbing on top of it to get a better view of everything around him. That was until he saw what seemed like the shadow of a figure in the distance,