300 years ago a man saved our village. He demanded a girl as payment: one every moon until he stopped returning their bodies. Two days ago another was returned. I don't know who or what he is or why he wants these girls. All I know is...I'm next.

Adapt or die. That’s the only rule. Kill, or be killed. Eat, or be eaten. Are you ready for the apocalypse?

It’s possible to hate more than one person at a time. So why can't it be the same with love?

How many hours are in a day when you don't spend half of them watching television? When is the last time any of us really worked for something that we wanted? How long had it been since any of us really needed something that we wanted? The world we knew is gone. The world of commerce and frivolous necessity has been replaced by a world of survival and responsibility. An epidemic of apocalyptic proportions has swept the globe causing the dead to rise and feed on the living. In a matter of months society has crumbled, no government, no grocery stores, no mail delivery, no cable tv. In a world ruled by the dead, we are forced to finally start living. ****DISCLAIMER**** I do not own The Walking Dead, any of the characters or the story line itself. All rights go to AMC and Robert Kirkman. All original characters and plots that are neither in the comic nor television series are my own, and they are all that I claim for. If you have any queries about what I have written here feel free to ask, I'm a reasonable person.