Charlie sat in front of her window sill, her forehead pressed against the chilled glass as she silently listened to the broadcast. She was both listening and watching the world go to hell. The house was silent while she stared at the lifeless corpses that lined the street. Why wasn't she scared, or even sad? Death had always been a part of her life, why was this any different. Charlie saw something moving out of the corner of her eye, her attention turning to the rotting flesh who had it's teeth sunk into a little boy. Her stomach dropped.

She was out the door within the next few minutes. A back pack filled with supplies was slung over her shoulder, a baseball bat in hand as she walked down the sidewalk of her street. She wore a black baseball hat, an army jacket along with jeans and black combat boots, her appearance not her concern of the moment. A small radio was shoved into the pocket of her pants, headphones plugged into her ears while she walked down the street quickly. She remained almost unnoticed by the dead due to her keeping a distance between them. Was she afraid? Yes.

Charlie roamed the empty streets, looking around for any signs of life. Trash blew around in the air and along the streets, the stench of the air burning her nose. [i]God, this is awful...[/i] She brought the sleeve of her jacket up to her nose and coughed, stumbling over a few bodies here and there.