The world has fallen, The dead roamed the streets, it seems impossible, how is it possible that the dead are walking? They roam mindlessly looking for the flesh of any living creature they could get their cold, dead hands on. I roamed the streets, gathering whatever resources I could find, the more the better. Resources equalled a better chance at survival in my mind. I moved silently entering a building on high alert, not wishing to catch the attention of any walkers.