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The year is 2107, about 6 years ago 92% of the world died due to an unknown epidemic, incurable and deadly. Then, a shocking 3 days later the dead rose, creating panic throughout the 8% of us remaining. The Dead are now faster, stronger, with better eyesight, sense of smell, and hearing, the only to true way to kill them is by severing the spinal-cord at the base of the neck. My name is London Jean Strong and I have one thing to say to you . . . . . Welcome to the Apocalypse