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. 1866Please respect copyright.PENANAoGDVpIvU1D
We call them Walkers and they are everywhere. 1866Please respect copyright.PENANAOB3Nshmfez
You save them, you die.1866Please respect copyright.PENANAuPdI1oUvIY
There is only one thing that matters.1866Please respect copyright.PENANAoDeARTsBB9
You kill or you are killed.1866Please respect copyright.PENANArooImgVTwy