It's the end of the world. You started out with a group of other survivors in hopes of annihilating the undead, but you've watched each succumb to the walking corpses one by one. Now, you stand alone, preparing for the oncoming horde. Though you're alone, you sure as hell aren't lonely as the memory of one man accompanies you on your mission of overcoming this plague. During times of desperation, like now, one thought dictates your every move and, consequently, keeps your ass alive- What would Louis do?