My name is Andrew Alexander, and I was your friendly neighborhood Digimon geek. I was about to enter Thanksgiving break...
But then, the dead started rising. My abusive parents were the first to go, and I was about to die too, if a portal didn't open behind me, and someone grabbed my and pulled me in...
(TDDO: Long story short, it's The Walking Dead and Digimon mixed together. Be advised that outrageous gore, strong language, alcohol abuse, mental and physical abuse, intense violence, and death WILL be featured in this story (and it's many, many sequels). If you don't like that stuff, then this page isn't for you.)