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Running, running is all this man knew. Running and scavenging. He had been looting a local drug store when he knocked over a vase, the crash alerting some walkers in the next room, and they quickly targeted him. He dropped everything he had been holding and shot out the door, escaping into the woods, the dead right behind him in a quick stumble. The sound of walkers groaning and the man’s gasps brought attention to him, signaling more walkers that dinner was near. He tripped over a fallen log, he did his best to get back up, but a zombie grabbed his ankle, dragging him towards its' awaiting mouth, and biting. The man's agonized screams pierced the air, and soon the zombies that had been chasing him joined in on the feast, others clawing at their kin to let them get just a taste.
This was how it was, the dead had come to life and feasted upon any human or animal sensed. The living had learned to no longer fear the living, but to fight them, and fear the walkers. The Walking Dead.