The small survivor community huddled together in their hastily made structures, the makeshift cabins and tents seeming to hold on by a thread. The fence, made of silver and scraps, was the only thing standing between them and the relentless undead. Despite it all, they had managed to create a sense of order.

Every day was a battle for survival, searching for food, defending their homes, and healing their wounds, physical and mental. Yet, the community managed to keep moving forward.