A zombie plague flows through America, somewhere, a couple hundred miles from the old state of Texas, in a land surrounded by mountains from a bombing, lies cities of survivors, marauders, and than the Hunters. Standing above all he is a myth, known only by those that buy his services, by the leaders of the cities. The marauders fear him. The cities are wary of him. The only things known of him, he is male, he can keep you from turning, he rides a black horse named fear, always wearing a hood, a marksman of the ages, one that seeks to save others. He is known simply as, The Hunter of the Wastelands.