Ft Daryl Dixon Penelope stood on the hood of a black mustang car and scanned over the highway. Car's were crashed and it was deserted. Even the wind didn't sound the same as it use to be. Penelope could never understand how this happened, how the dead started walking. Although one thing she did understand was she was living in a world where if you didn't know how to shoot a gun or swing a crowbar... you would be dinner for the dead.All Rights Reserved