THE WALKING DEAD CHRONICLES

A crimson sun bled across the horizon, casting long, shadowy shapes on the deserted streets. The air hung heavy with the aroma of decay and the distant screams of the infected sent a shiver down your back. You clutched the tattered pages of your journal, the only remaining link to a world that was filled with laughter, warmth, and the simple joy of

A creeping terror settles over the land. The whispers snake through crowded streets and desolate fields, tales of graveyards disturbed, bodies rising. Morning will bring not hope, but a tide of insatiable rage. Soon, the undying will break forth. Are you ready to confront your doom?{ Prepare Seek safety Survive A Gripping Tale