What if hope survives by shedding its skin?
The story begins in silence. Dawn cuts through a dusty window as Rick Grimes staggers down a hospital hall, his breath a ragged whisper. The squeak of a gurney wheel is the first sound in a dead world, a small, perfect detail that sells the collapse of everything. This grounded craft—the mud on boots, the sun-bleached signs—made the walkers feel heav...
