Walking With Grace

Walker. That's one of the many names people use to call the dead. Biters. Geeks. Roamers. Creepers. Cold bodies. Floaters. Lurkers. Rotters. Skin eater. The list goes on.

Before the dead ate the living and the living killed the living, I was simply a University Student in Atlanta, studying for my masters degree as a Registered Nurse. To pay off the bills, I worked at a bar outside of Atlanta between the University and my apartment. My roommate, Samantha, the party animal that she is; was really a nice girl.

One night, after a rough night at the bar- Sam had been bitten. If only I could of stopped it, but at the time; no one knew what was happening... No one batted an eye when it was broadcasted nationwide that a virus was turning people into cannibalism. Everyone shrugged it off like the man that ate a homeless mans face, high like kite on bath salts. One night, was all it took for the world to fall apart...

I killed my best friend and found young boy in a tree house. Kyle. I knew I had to protect him. I had to get us someplace safe.

We need to survive. That's all we can do now...