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. 1850Please respect copyright.PENANA70KsPIeATx
We call them Walkers and they are everywhere. 1850Please respect copyright.PENANAjSXOlc5oe2
You save them, you die.1850Please respect copyright.PENANAUFPtxUSAa8
There is only one thing that matters.1850Please respect copyright.PENANAk4XyxrnEeL
You kill or you are killed.1850Please respect copyright.PENANAhxPDI9s6SQ