
Welcome to the apocalypse.
Here, in this world, you are no better then any other living breathing person. There are no more rules, there is no 'higher power'. Just death..death everywhere. There is no escape, you kill yourself and you become a walker.. Someone else kills you and you still become a walker. The only way to kill a walker is a straight blow to the head.
You don't really know how it started... strange stories on the news..and everything escalated after that. Cities were being evacuate, people shot..not walkers, PEOPLE. So you drove as far as you could.. getting past as many road blocks as you could. The first time you killed a walker was probably the worst experience of your life. For some it might have been enjoyable. For most, though, it was terrible and the shear thought of killing another person...almost killed you!
Soon, you got used to it..killing walkers to survive.. you had to do what you had to do right? You got by on scavenging from houses and most of the time going to bed hungry. Going from state to state was tiring, not only was it dangerous having to find gas at every stop.. it was lonely. You longed for someone just to even TALK to.
But soon you found the group of people you were looking for.. Not many people but enough to survive with. Food came, and with secure-ness came responsibilities. You have to go for runs sometimes, which is dangerous with walkers about. Most of the time the groups come back safely but every so often a member is killed..
How are you going to survive in this world we live in? How are we going to make it? Is it even worth trying?? Why not just end it all now?
But then again no war was won without a few losing battles.

“In this world you kill, or you die. Or you die and you kill.”
— The Governor



















