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. 1963Please respect copyright.PENANApXL9uCCzd5
We call them Walkers and they are everywhere. 1963Please respect copyright.PENANALbjveLWe18
You save them, you die.1963Please respect copyright.PENANAEme2PLMbdp
There is only one thing that matters.1963Please respect copyright.PENANAdbGSD0bG16
You kill or you are killed.1963Please respect copyright.PENANAtGx6nPmEf8