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. 1772Please respect copyright.PENANADgyk3eNDWR
We call them Walkers and they are everywhere. 1772Please respect copyright.PENANA5IBh8jOmdv
You save them, you die.1772Please respect copyright.PENANAJvxcBSi7e6
There is only one thing that matters.1772Please respect copyright.PENANABEL3eLBKYB
You kill or you are killed.1772Please respect copyright.PENANAQsSXo9vyJE