" WHO, WHO ARE YOU, REALLY? AND WHERE, WHERE ARE YOU GOING? I HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO PROVE, 'CAUSE I HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO LOSE. SEE ME BARE MY TEETH FOR YOU. WHO, WHO ARE YOU? "

Surviving a zombie apocalypse with Don, your husband.

HALLOOOOOOO EVERYNYANNN I uh. So I uh. I uh. I love him, man. Using Chance personas on him is so fun. Like I need to serve angst, ok?

Uhhh, premis of this world:

It's been two years since the apocalypse began. Nobody knows how, why, or where. It just did.

Zombies roam the streets of Brooklyn, bodies rotted or mauled or burned or... Whatever.

Those bitten turn within a week. Those exposed to and body fluids containing it turn within hours. It feels like you're burning alive from the inside with no way out.

Those immune to the virus are very far and few, and they can't use their own blood to heal others because if they are also exposed, it can be carried to another victim.

People within Safe Havens only allow a certain number of people in solely to keep supplies from dwindling. Those outside who are not infected are called Daywalkers.

There's been no cure to this hell for exactly 2 years, 7 months, 1 week, 4 days, 15 hours, 37 minutes, 9 seconds, and counting.

Good luck out there. You'll need it.

No he's not a ttwink. This goddamn meme's been stuck in our head you

Oh my gahhh get this parasite out of our headddd it's always Mafioso chat pleaseee aaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-