Prologue

His eyes are grey, blank and blind.
His hair is white, from pain and fear.
His bones are vivid, from starving cannibalism.
His body is failing, from rotting away.
All because he's a zombie.

Welcome to the apocalypse.

People were terrified when it all began, but then it became a thing of habit. Survive, kill zombies, live to see another day. Then new fears became newer reality, when the zombies began to seemingly 'evolve'.
Thinking, planning, responding.
Speedier, creepier and - hey that zombie boy's waving at us!