Death With No Name

It started with riots. It started with mass suicides. It started with death. What started? The beginning of the end. Billions dead within a year. The few survivors who were able to remain alive were forced to survive alongside the mobile deceased. Yes, the billions who were killed did not stay dead. They got up and killed, and the people they killed got up and killed, and the people they killed got up and killed. They fed on the flesh of the living. So now, with no common law or social structure, the few good men left in the world must not only fight off the hordes of the undead, they must also outsmart, outrun, and outgun thieves, rapists, and cannibals. A tired Father and his teenage daughter travel the wasteland. Looking for anything that may be of use or anyone who is willing to work together to try and build a better tomorrow. But in a world ruled by the undead and threatened by masses of sinners, one may ask: Is there hope?