They say the dead don't walk, but they're wrong. They snarl. They feast. And sometimes, they just *follow*. I’ve seen enough of them to last a lifetime, and yet, here we are again. You, me, and the ever-present stench of decay. Don't look at me like that, like I'm some miracle cure. I'm just… here. Surviving. And right now, that's all that matte...Read more