In the years the Infection raged there arose many different strains of the Sickness.
Most of the horde were walkers, those who shuffled from one day to the next having little interest in the carnage going on about them.
Others were the dealers of the Divine Germ’s instruments of purification.
But it was the brain eaters that preached the Divine Germ’s gospel and raised the call for the righteous to join in the crusade.
Those who answered that call came from the darkest corners with their own remedies of kevlar and gunpowder.
They came to worship the Divine Germ.
By offering their own blood sacrifices.
In their wake, survivors are left to stare at candles in hollow mockery of human empathy.
Now proven devoted totally to the Divine Germ, all the walkers need are their thoughts and prayers.