No one knows what started it. No one knows where it started. Reports flooded the internet, the airwaves, radio and satellite communications: at first with skepticism, then caution, and finally world wild panic, the truth and the shit hit the Global Fan.
The dead were walking... and they were hungry.
Present Day: October 2010
In a world where the zombie to human ratio has nearly reached 1:1, civilization has reverted backwards a few hundred years. Money has lost all value, with the barter system becoming the new necessity. Things like gas, food, and ammunition the new gold; fresh water and working plumbing something to treasure. Pieces of humanity have come together the best way they can, some settling into permanent locations, others traveling like gypsies along the new trade routes carved throughout America.
Avoiding the major cities which have become Hell Zones-filled to the brim with zombies who wander in hordes across the landscape-this troupe of a hundred or so nomads now spend their lives traveling. They stop at settlements and meet other caravans, trading, providing extra security, company, and entertainment before moving on again.
They are simply trying to get their lives back together in their new reality... while avoiding Hostiles, Post-Apocalyptic Whack-Jobs-- and, of course, the Undead.