(I've got some pretty bad writer's block too, bear with me.)<br/>Silence. Not a sound to be heard but the wind. William took a long drag from his cigarette, enjoying the peace and quiet of the road-side bench. It was quite serene, no infected in sight, his lover was off scavenging some food. She could handle her own; she had a 2-way radio just in case. William looked up at the grey, cloudy sky and lost himself in thought.<br/><br/>His moment of tranquility ended quickly, however. His thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of gunshots and a familiar scream in his 2-Way: "WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILL!" followed by laughter. He smiled and flicked his cigarette away. William picked up his old Remington off the bench, cocked it and took aim at the horde of infected chasing Megan, fleeing from them as her hands were full of supplies. He took a shot at one and cocked the gun again. Megan ran up to him, opened his backpack and dropped in the supplies before running off. "Where are you going?!" William yelled at her.<br/>"To Stanford, remember? C'mon!" She shouted back, before William turned around and followed her.