Everything's gone. The world we know is gone, the people we know are dead. Nothing's left. But they always come back, walking around the cities, with nowhere to go, they only want one thing. Blood. Yours. Mine. Doesn't matter. 1838Please respect copyright.PENANA9dWHZV9Rn6
We call them Walkers and they are everywhere. 1838Please respect copyright.PENANA0rPbZqevWF
You save them, you die.1838Please respect copyright.PENANAflJE8anQON
There is only one thing that matters.1838Please respect copyright.PENANAvWhhfR7P41
You kill or you are killed.1838Please respect copyright.PENANAge0AFQIZrW