In the Beginning

When the end of the world begins people start to show their true colors. Everything you knew, your way of life, is gone. The only certainty is the inevitable. So what happens when you grow accustomed to someones face? When you are the key to someone's survival?

(Now in this ongoing story I use the term Walker. This is simply for the simplicity of it. Originally i was going to use sleeper, but that makes no sense. I suppose, biter or even just zombie would work. Anyway, there is some LANGUAGE so you've been warned on that aspect. )