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ROBERT KIRKMAN'S THE WALKING DEAD: INVASION

Reprinted with permission from St. Martin's Press, LLC and literary agency NOWA Littera SIA

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To James J. Wilson, fellow wretch! - left too early.

Acknowledgments

A huge thank you to Robert Kirkman for creating the Rosetta Stone of horror comics and giving me a job for the rest of my life. Also, a public thank you to the fans and amazing organizers of the Walking Dead Convention: you made a humble writer feel like a rock star. Special thanks to David Alpert, Andy Cohen, Jeff Siegel, Brendan Deneen, Nicole Saul, Lee Ann Wyatt, TK Jefferson, Chris Macht, Ian Vacek, Sean Kirkham, Sean McEwits, Dan Murray, Matt Candler, Mike McCarthy, Brian Kett , and Steven and Lena Olsen of Little Comic Book Store, Scotch Plains, New Jersey. And special thanks for having someone to write to Lilly Cole, my wife and to the best friend(and to the muse) Jill Norton: you are the love of my life.

Part one. Sheep behavior

May the Lord destroy all despots of the Church. Amen.

Miguel Servet

Chapter first

– Please, for the love of all that is holy, LET THIS HELLINAL PAIN IN THE ABDOMEN STOP FOR AT LEAST ONE DAMN MINUTE!

The tall man struggled with the steering wheel of the beat-up Cadillac, trying to keep the car on the road without losing speed and avoid hitting the broken trailers and carrion that littered the edges of the two-lane road. His voice was hoarse from shouting. It seemed as if every muscle in his body was on fire. The eyes were filled with blood, oozing from a long wound on the left side of the head.

- I'm telling you, we'll get there. medical care at sunrise, immediately after we pass this damned herd!

- No offense, Rev... I feel really bad... it looks like my lung is punctured! – One of the two passengers in the SUV leaned his head against the broken rear window and watched as the car left behind another group of black figures in rags. They wandered along the gravel roadside, snatching something dark and wet from each other.

Stephen Pembrey turned away from the window, blinking rapidly in pain and wheezing as he wiped away tears. Bloody scraps torn from the hem of his shirt were scattered on the seat next to him. The wind rushed through a gaping hole in the glass with jagged edges, ruffling rags and ruffling the young man's hair, matted with blood.

“I can’t really breathe—I can’t take a breath, Rev,” you understand? What I mean is, if we don't find a doctor quickly, I'll glue my fins together.

– Do you think I don’t know?

The big preacher gripped the steering wheel even tighter, his huge, gnarled hands turning white with tension.

Broad shoulders, still clad in battle-worn ecclesiastical robes, hunched over the dashboard, green indicator lights illuminating a long, angular face lined with deep wrinkles. The face of an aged gunslinger, pockmarked and rumpled after a long, difficult journey.

- Okay, listen... It's my fault. I was angry with you. Listen, my brother. We're almost at the state line. Soon the sun will rise, and we will find help. I promise. Just hold on.

“Please make it quick, Rev,” Stephen Pambrey muttered between hacking coughs. He held himself as if his insides were ready to spill out. He stared at the shadows moving behind the trees. The preacher had taken them at least two hundred miles from Woodbury, but still signs of the superherd's presence permeated the area.

Ahead, behind the wheel, Reverend Jeremiah Garlitz looked into the rearview mirror, riddled with small cracks.

-Brother Reese? – he carefully examined the shadows of the rear seats, studying young man twenty-something years old, who collapsed near the opposite broken window. - How are you, my son? In order? Talk to me. Are you still with us?

The boyish face of Reese Lee Hawthorne became visible for a moment as they passed an orange fire in the distance - either a farm, or a forest, or a small colony of survivors. Flashes of fire were visible for a kilometer, flakes of ash flew through the air. For a second, in the flickering light, Reese looked as if he was unconscious, either asleep or unconscious. And suddenly he opened his eyes and jumped up in the seat as if in the electric chair.

“Oh... I just... oh, my God... something terrible happened to me in a dream.”

He tried to orient himself in space:

“I’m fine, everything’s fine... the bleeding has stopped... But, holy God Jesus, it was such a dirty dream.”

- Continue, son.

Silence.

- Tell us about the dream.

But there was still no answer.

They drove in silence for some time. Through Windshield, stained with blood, Jeremiah saw the headlights flashing broken white lines on the leper-like scaly asphalt, mile after mile of broken road strewn with debris - this was the endless landscape of the End, a desolate wasteland in the place of a destroyed rural idyll after almost two years of plague. The skeletal trees on both sides of the highway blurred when you looked at them, your eyes burned and watered. His own ribs periodically, with every turn of his body, were pierced by a sharp pain that took his breath away. Perhaps this is a turning point, or perhaps worse - during the violent confrontation between his people and the people of Woodbury, more wounds were added.

He assumed that Lilly Cole and her followers had died in the same invasion of the large horde of walkers that had filled the city with chaos, infiltrating between barricades, overturning cars, sneaking into houses, disemboweling the innocent and the guilty indiscriminately... they had ruined Jeremiah's plans for his grand ritual . Is this really great project Did Jeremiah offend the Lord?

“Talk to me, Brother Reese,” Jeremiah smiled at the reflection of the exhausted young man in the rearview mirror. “Why don’t you tell us about the nightmare?” After all... listeners will inevitably stick around whether they like it or not, right?

But the answer was again awkward silence, and the “white noise” of the wind and the rustle of tires wove a hypnotic soundtrack into their silent suffering.

After a long, deep sigh, the young man in the back seat finally muttered in a low, raspy voice:

“I don’t know if that makes any sense at all... But we were back in Woodbury, and we... we were close to finishing everything and going to heaven together, just like we planned.”

“Sooooo,” Jeremiah nodded encouragingly. He could see in the mirror that Stephen was trying to listen, ignoring his wounds. - Continue, Reese. Everything is fine.

The young man shrugged.

“Well... it was one of those once-in-a-lifetime dreams... so vivid it was like you could reach out and touch it... you know?” We were at that race track—it was just like the one last night, actually—and we all got together to do the ritual.

He looked down and swallowed hard, either from pain, or out of respect for the greatness of the moment, or maybe because of both.

“Me and Anthony, we carried the sacred drink along one of the galleries to the middle, and we could already see the illuminated arch at the end of the tunnel, and we could hear your voice, louder and louder, saying that these gifts represent flesh and blood only son God, crucified - so that we could live in permanent peace... and then... then... we entered the arena, and you stood there on the dais, and all the other brothers and sisters lined up in front of you, in front of the stands, stood still to drink the sacred drink that will send us all to Heaven.

He fell silent for a moment to bring himself out of the state of extreme tension, his eyes sparkling with horror and worry. Reese took another deep breath.

Jeremiah looked at him carefully in the mirror:

- Continue, my son.

“Well, here comes a slightly slippery moment,” the guy sniffed and winced from a sharp pain in his side. In the chaos that ensued during the destruction of Woodbury, the Cadillac overturned and the occupants were badly injured. Reese's vertebrae had become misaligned and he was now gagging in pain.

- They begin to swallow, one after another, what is poured in the camp mugs...

- What's in them? – Jeremiah interrupted, and his tone became bitter and full of remorse. - This Bob, the old hillbilly, he replaced the liquid with water. And all in vain - I'm sure that now he feeds the worms. Or turned into a walker along with the rest of his people. Including that lying Jezebel 1
Jezebel is the wife of the Old Testament Israeli king Ahab, an arrogant and cruel pagan. Subsequently, it is synonymous with all kinds of wickedness and debauchery. – Here and further notes. ed.

Lilly Cole. – Jeremiah snorted. “I know it’s not entirely Christian to say this, but those people—they got what they deserved.” Cowards, lovers of prying into other people's affairs. Unchrist, all without exception. Good riddance to this scum.

There was another tense silence, and then Reese continued, quietly and monotonously:

“However... what happened next, in my dream... I can hardly... it is so terrible that I can hardly describe it.

“Then don’t,” Stephen joined the conversation from the darkness on the opposite side of the seat. His long hair the wind blew. In the darkness, his narrow, ferret-like face, stained with dark streaks of coagulated blood, made Stephen look like a Dickensian chimney sweep who had spent too much time in the chimney.

Jeremiah sighed:

“Let the young man finish, Stephen.”

“I know it was just a dream, but it was so real,” Rhys insisted. “All our people, many of whom had already died... each of them took a sip, and I saw their faces darken, as if shadows had descended from the windows. Their eyes closed. Their heads bowed. And then... then... - he could hardly bring himself to say it: - Each of them... addressed.

Reese fought back tears.

“One by one, all those good guys I grew up with... Wade, Colby, Emma, Brother Joseph, little Mary Jean... their eyes widened and there was nothing human about them anymore... they were walking.” I saw their eyes in a dream... White, like milk, and shiny, like those of fish. I tried to scream and run away, but then I saw... I saw...

He fell silent again abruptly. Jeremiah took another look at the mirror. It was too dark in the back of the car to see the expression on the guy's face. Jeremiah looked over his shoulder.

- Are you okay?

There was a nervous nod:

- Y-yes, sir.

Jeremiah turned away and looked back at the road ahead.

- Continue. You can tell us what you saw.

- I don't think I want to continue.

Jeremiah sighed:

“My son, sometimes the worst things lose their power if you say them out loud.”

- Don't think.

– Stop acting like a child!

- Reverend...

– JUST TELL US WHAT YOU SAW IN THIS DAMNED DREAM!

Jeremiah winced from a piercing pain in his chest, awakened by the force of an emotional outburst. He licked his lips and breathed heavily for a few seconds.

In the backseat, Reese Lee Hawthorne was shaking, licking his lips nervously. He exchanged glances with Stephen, who silently turned his eyes downwards. Reese looked at the back of the preacher's head.

“Sorry, Rev, sorry,” he swallows air. - The one I saw was you... in a dream I saw you.

- You saw me?

- Yes, sir.

- You were others.

- To others... you mean I turned into a walker?

- No, sir, not converted... you were just... others.

Jeremiah bit inner side cheeks, thinking about what was said.

- How so, Reese?

– It’s kind of hard to describe, but you were no longer human. Your face... it changed... it turned into... I don't even know how to say it.

“Just tell me frankly, my son.”

“It's just an annoying damn dream, Reese.” I'm not going to hold it against you for him.

After a long pause, Reese said:

-You were an asshole.

Jeremiah was silent. Stephen Pembrey sat up, his eyes darting back and forth. Jeremiah exhaled briefly, and it sounded half incredulous, half mocking, but not like a meaningful answer.

- Or were you goatman“Reese continued. - Something like that. Reverend, it was just a fever dream that means nothing!

Jeremiah looked again at the reflection in the rear seat mirror, fixating his gaze on Reese's shadow-streaked face. Reese shrugged his shoulders very awkwardly.

- Thinking back on it, I don’t even think it was you... I think it was the devil... Exactly, this creature was not a person... It was the devil - in my dream. Half man, half goat... with those biggest curved horns, yellow eyes... And when I looked up at him in my sleep, I realized...

He stopped.

Jeremiah looked in the mirror.

- Do you understand - what?..

The answer came very quietly:

“I realized that Satan is in charge now.

“And we were in hell,” Reese shuddered quietly. – I realized: what is with us now is life after death.

He closed his eyes:

“It’s hell, and no one even noticed how everything had changed.”

On the other side of the seat, Stephen Pembrey froze, bracing himself for the inevitable emotional outburst from the driver, but all he heard from the man in front was a series of low sounds aspirated. At first Stephen thought that the preacher was choking with indignation and perhaps close to cardiac arrest or apoplexy. Chills crept up Stephen's arms and legs, and a cold horror gripped his throat as he realized in dismay that those puffing, whistling sounds were the beginnings of laughter.

Jeremiah laughed.

First the preacher threw back his head and let out a strangled laugh, which then turned into a shaking of the whole body and a cackle of such force that it forced both young men to lean back. And the laughter continued. The preacher shook his head in unbridled joy, slammed his hands on the steering wheel, honked, laughed and snorted with the greatest fury, as if he had just heard the most funny joke of all that one can only imagine. He began to double over in an uncontrollable fit of hysteria when he heard a noise and looked up. The two men behind him screamed as the Cadillac's headlights revealed a battalion of ragged figures on the road ahead, walking straight ahead. Jeremiah tried to get around them, but the car was moving too fast and the number of walkers ahead was too large.

Anyone who has crashed into the walking dead in a moving vehicle will tell you that the worst part of it all is the sound. There is no denying that it is not very pleasant to witness such a terrible sight, and the stench that engulfs your car is unbearable, but it is noise then remains in the memory - a series of “slimy” crunching sounds, reminiscent of a dull “ bale» an ax used to chop the fibers of rotting, termite-eaten wood. The nightmarish symphony continues as the dead man finds himself on the ground, under the frame and wheels - a rapid series of dull clicks and pops accompany the process of crushing dead organs and cavities, bones turn into splinters, skulls burst and flatten into a cake. On this torturous journey, each monster comes to a merciful ending.

Exactly this a hellish sound - the first thing two young men noticed in the passenger seat of a dented Cadillac Escalade latest model. Both Stephen Pembrey and Reese Lee Hawthorne let out howls of shock and disgust, clinging tightly to the back seat as the SUV bucked, shuddered and skidded across the slippery gravel. Most of the unsuspecting cadavers were scattered like dominoes being crushed by three tons of rushing metal from Detroit. Some pieces of flesh and protruding joints hit the hood, leaving slimy trails of rancid blood and lymph, as if a mutant leech had crawled across the windshield. Some of the body parts flew into the air, spinning, and flew in an arc in the night sky.

The preacher was hunched and silent, his jaw clenched, his eyes focused on the road. His muscular arms fought with the steering wheel in an attempt to keep the massive car from skidding. The engine screamed and roared in response to the loss of traction, and the squeal of the giant radial tires added to the cacophony. Jeremiah was sharply turning the steering wheel in the direction of the skid, so as not to lose control of the car, when he noticed that something was stuck in the hole that gaped in the glass on his side. The head, separated from the walking body, with its sharp, muffled jaws, was caught by a jagged glass mouth some inches from the preacher's left ear. Now she was spinning and grinding her blackened incisors, staring at Jeremiah with silvery luminescent eyes. The sight of the head was so unpleasant, terrible and at the same time surreal - the creaking jaws clicked as if it were an empty dummy that had escaped from a ventriloquist - that the preacher let out another involuntary laugh, but this time it sounded angrier, darker, sharper tinged with madness.

Jeremiah stepped back from the window and at the same moment saw that the “revived” skull had been torn from the body in a collision with an SUV, and now its owner, still intact, continued to wander in search of living flesh along the path of devouring, absorbing, exhausting... and never finding saturation.

- LOOK OUT!

A scream rose from the shimmering darkness in the backseat, and in his extreme excitement, Jeremiah couldn't tell whether it was Steven or Reese who was screaming. Moreover, the reason for the exclamation is not obvious. The preacher made a serious mistake in misinterpreting the meaning of the cry. In that split second, while his hand darted to the passenger seat, rummaging among the cards, candy wrappers, string and tools, frantically trying to find a 9mm Glock, he assumed that the scream warned of the snapping jaws of a severed head.

In the end, he found the Glock, grabbed it and, without wasting time, raised the weapon to the window in one fluid movement, shooting point-blank and aiming at the grotesque face impaled on the fragments - right between the eyebrows. The head exploded in a cloud of pink mist, splitting open like a ripe watermelon and splashing into Jeremiah's hair before the wind could blow away the remains. The air flow hummed noisily in the broken glass.

Less than ten seconds had passed since the initial impulse, but now Jeremiah understood the real reason, which caused one of the men behind to cry out in alarm. It had nothing to do with the severed head. The thing that they were shouting about from behind, and the thing that Jeremiah should have guarded against, was darkening on the opposite side of the highway, approaching from the right, advancing as they slid along the tracks of dead bodies, without controlling the speed of the car.

Jeremiah felt the car skid dangerously as it swerved to avoid the mangled wreckage of the Volkswagen Beetle, skidding sideways on the gravel roadside, and then diving down an embankment into the darkness under the trees. Pine needles and paws scratched and slapped the windshield as the car rumbled and growled down the rocky slope. The voices from behind turned into a frantic howl. Jeremiah felt the slope smooth out, and he managed to maintain control of the car - enough to avoid digging into the mud. He released the gas, and the car rushed forward, driven by the force of its own inertia.

The massive grille and giant tires carved a path through the thickets, crushing dead wood, mowing down underbrush and tearing through bushes as if they were not obstacles, but just smoke. In these minutes, which seemed endless, the shaking threatened Jeremiah with a broken spine and ruptured spleen. In the trembling reflection that flashed in the mirror, he saw two wounded young men clutching the backs of their seats to keep themselves from falling out of the SUV. The front bumper bounced on the log, and Jeremiah's teeth clicked, nearly shattering.

For another minute or so, the Cadillac drove unsteadily through the forest. And when he drove out into the open area in clouds of dust, mud and leaves, Jeremiah saw that they had accidentally got onto another two-lane road. He slammed on the brakes, causing passengers to be thrown forward in their seat belts.

Jeremiah paused for a moment, taking deep breaths to get the air back into his lungs, and looked around. The men in the back seat let out collective groans as they leaned back and wrapped their arms around themselves. The engine was noisy at idle, a rattling sound intertwined with a low hum—perhaps a bearing had cracked during their impromptu off-road adventure.

“Well,” the preacher said quietly, “that’s not a bad way to take a shortcut.”

There was silence in the back seat; humor did not find a response in the souls of Jeremiah’s followers. Above their heads, in the black opaque sky, the purple glow of dawn was just beginning to flare up. In the dim phosphorescent light, Jeremiah could now see that they had stopped at a logging road and the forest had given way to wetlands. To the east he saw a road winding through a swamp filled with fog - perhaps this was the edge of the Okifinoki swamp - and to the west he could see a rusted road sign with the sign: “3 miles to Highway 441.” And not a single sign of walkers around.

“Judging by the sign over there,” Jeremiah said, “we just crossed the Florida state line and didn't even notice it.”

He put the car into gear, carefully turned around and drove the car along the road to westward. His original plan - to try to find refuge in one of the larger cities of North Florida, such as Lake City or Gainesville - still seemed viable, even though the engine continued to rattle and complain of life. Something went wrong during their “forest rush”. Jeremiah doesn't like this sound. Soon they will need a place to stop to look under the hood, inspect and bandage wounds, and perhaps find some food and gasoline.

Genre: Action, Horror

The plot of this comic is as simple as in any trash movie about zombies. The brave cop Rick lives in an ordinary American town, a quiet and peaceful place where everyone knows each other. In his life he has never had to use his service weapon, the salary is good, he has a wife and son, what else is needed to be happy? But one day everything changes, a prisoner who escaped from prison shot Rick and he lay in a coma for an indefinite period of time.
So, being injured while doing work, Rick Grimes woke up after a coma in the hospital. However, the hospital is empty. He wanders the corridors looking for staff, but finds something completely different. A crowd of zombies. Fearing for his life, Rick returns home to find his family. However, everything around is overrun with zombies. In search of his family, Rick goes to Atlanta...
For some unknown reason, the dead all over the Earth are coming back to life, spreading death and destruction around them. People forced into confined spaces reveal their darkest traits. Who is destined to survive the Zombie Apocalypse?... The plot mixes clichés from all kinds of zombie films, and according to creator Robert Kirkman, when creating the plot he was greatly impressed by the films of George Romero.
I immediately warn fans of blood and dismemberment, but there is plenty of it here, as well as violence and cruelty, I would not even recommend reading this comic for younger and middle-aged people school age. However, the entire comic is in black and white.

Zombie. These are classic horror characters. Artists, writers, directors and other creative fraternities never tire of returning to the theme of the zombie apocalypse, trying to dilute it over and over again. fresh ideas, but such attempts are rarely successful. The Walking Dead Comic Book Writers ( The Walking Dead) did not reinvent the wheel, focusing on human relationships against the backdrop of an unfolding disaster and slowly wandering zombies, thereby hitting the bull's eye.

The first episode of The Walking Dead was released in 2003 and did not immediately attract everyone's attention. But new issues appeared on the shelves of thematic stores every month, gradually unfolding before readers the story of Rick Grimes, a former deputy sheriff who was wounded and fell into a coma in the world we are familiar with, and regained consciousness after the disaster. The causes of the disaster itself have not been fully elucidated, but there is every reason to believe that it occurred due to the fault of the military, who were testing a certain virus and lost control over their own brainchild. So, when he comes to his senses, all Rick sees is desolation, destruction and zombies.

Next, a story unfolds in which Rick will become the main character. First, he goes to Atlanta in search of his family, and then he leads a whole group of surviving people gathered around him, trying with all their might to survive in the current conditions. But the main emphasis in the comic is not on confrontation with the living dead, but on interpersonal relationships. The new conditions erased all boundaries of morality and ethics, becoming fertile soil for the development of the lowest human qualities. Ultimately, the main danger to survivors comes from other survivors. And the heroes constantly have to step over themselves, acting on the edge, because this is the only way to stay afloat.

Besides Rick, the main characters are his wife and son, whom he finally finds, as well as a number of other characters who can claim to be the main ones only until the moment of their death, which occurs here more often than one might expect. The story in the comic is generally presented quite harshly, which can scare off certain part audience, but many others loved the series precisely for this reason. After all, if you know that every hero can die at any moment, you begin to really worry about them.

The gloomy atmosphere is complemented by black and white visual style“The Walking Dead”, the main vector of which was set by one of the authors of the idea, Tony Moore, and was developed by Cliff Rathburn and Charlie Adlard. The series is published by Image Comics. Initially, it was planned to limit it to a hundred issues, but the wild success that came over time changed the original plans of the creators. As a result, on this moment 139 issues have been published and the authors, apparently, are not going to stop.

Speaking of zombies. In the comic, they are presented in their “classic” form - unhurried, stupid, half-decayed. Every person turns into a zombie after death, because the virus is transmitted by airborne droplets, so for zombification, the heroes only need to die in any way - they are all infected. A zombie bite does not turn a person into a walking dead, but the monsters’ saliva contains something from which a person still dies, after which he is resurrected as an undead. Zombies in the comics are not eternal - they lose activity in the cold season, decompose over time until they turn into a skeleton and lose the ability to move.

Corpses are also killed in best traditions genre - it is necessary to break their skull, damaging the central nervous system.

Reading the comic book The Walking Dead is difficult, but exciting. It’s difficult because the atmosphere of hopelessness, constant suspense and emotional tension exhaust the reader himself. It's fascinating - because the plot constantly presents new challenges and the desire to find out how it all ends does not recede.

It’s no wonder that the series was transferred to television screens, which the AMC channel took care of, putting in the director’s chair not just anyone, but Frank Darabont, who directed such films as The Shawshank Redemption and Green Mile. Tony Moore and comic book writer Robert Kirkman acted as consultants, and the main roles were played by Andrew Lincoln, Chandler Riggs, Norman Reedus and other actors. In general, the series also went off with a bang - the 5th season is currently underway, the first episode of which showed incredible ratings, attracting 17.3 million viewers in the US, which became a record for AMC.

A computer game was made based on the comic, and if you are a fan of the series, you will probably be satisfied with it.

To summarize, The Walking Dead comic book series became one of the most popular in the 2000s, captivating with its harshness and tension. The authors, to the delight of fans, are not going to stop releasing new episodes, so the adventures of Rick Grams will continue. In Russia, comics are officially published by the publishing house "42", but his amateur translations you can download it on the Internet or read it online without any problems.

In October 2003 American writer Robert Kirkman creates his first comic book series as part of the Image Comics publishing house. The walking Dead The production of which continues to this day. The comic received an Eisner Award for best series in 2010, and the filming of a series of the same name began based on its plot. The series serves as the impetus for the creation of the series computer games and publishing books.

On the pages of the comic, the author introduces the reader to The Walking Dead in their classic look borrowed from 1970s films created by George Romero. An infected person dies, and then is resurrected and in the first hours of his life after death he shows the greatest activity and speed. Over time, become slower and less active. Zombies also appear before the audience in varying degrees decomposition into a cavity to almost complete skeletonized creatures. The main irritant and stimulus to action are loud sounds. The specific smell of zombies is the only way to distinguish their dead relatives from living people, which the main characters periodically use to survive, smearing themselves with the blood of the dead in order to blend in with the crowd of zombies. The main diet of the walking dead includes not only people, but also various animals (which, for inexplicable reasons, cannot turn into zombies). The only way The ultimate way to kill the walking dead is to damage their central nervous system by piercing the skull with a heavy object. Cutting off the head does not guarantee their final death. Initially, the method of infection was considered to be a bite, but later it became obvious that the culprit was a virus (a biological weapon developed by the military) transmitted by airborne droplets. And why any death leads to subsequent resurrection.

The southern line of the comic revolves around the main character, a former police officer, Rick Grimes, who, together with a group of survivors of the zombie apocalypse, is trying to somehow survive and improve his life. In addition to the walking dead, the group he assembled has to confront other survivors as well.

Currently, the series consists of 28 volumes, which include 168 issues of comics plus 8 special issues. It is published in black and white, which does not interfere with conveying to the reader all the horror and pain of the characters. Explicit scenes violence and cruelty, put the comic in the 18+ section.

Arc 1: Days Gone Bye (eng. Days Gone Bye) issues 1 to 6;
Arc 2: Miles Behind Us (English: Miles Behind Us) issues 7 to 12;
Arc 3: Safety Behind Bars (Eng. Safety Behind Bars) issues 13 to 18;
Arc 4: The Heart's Desire (English: The Heart's Desire) issues 19 to 24;
Arc 5: Best protection(English: The Best Defense) issues 25 to 30;
Arc 6: This Sorrowful Life (English: This Sorrowful Life) issues 31 to 36;
Arc 7: The Calm Before... issues 37 to 42;
Arc 8: Made To Suffer (English: Made To Suffer) issues 43 to 48;
Arc 9: Here We Remain (English: Here We Remain) issues 49 to 54;
Arc 10: What We Become (English: What We Become) issues 55 to 60;
Arc 11: Fear The Hunters issues 61 to 66;
Arc 12: Life Among Them (English: Life Among Them) issues 67 to 72;
Arc 13: Too Far Gone (English: Too Far Gone) issues 73 to 78;
Arc 14: No Way Out (issues 79 to 84);
Arc 15: We Find Ourselves (Eng. We Find Ourselves) issues from 85 to 90;
Arc 16: A Larger World issues 91 to 96;
Arc 17: Something To Fear (English: Something To Fear) issues 97 to 102;
Arc 18: What Comes After (English: What Comes After) issues 103 to 108;
Arc 19: March to War issues 109 to 114;
Arc 20: All Out War - Part One (Eng. All Out War - Part One) issues 115 to 120;
Arc 21: All Out War - Part Two (English: All Out War - Part Two) issues 121 to 126;
Arc 22: A New Beginning (English: A New Beginning) issues 127 to 132;
Arc 23: Whispers into Screams (issues 133 to 138);
Arc 24: Life And Death issues 139 to 144;
Arc 25: No way back (eng. No way back) issues from 145 to 150;
Arc 26: Call To Arms (English: Call To Arms) issues 151 to 156;
Arc 27: The Whisperer War issues 157 to 162;
Arc 28: Issues 163 to 168.

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Acknowledgments

Part one. Sheep behavior

Chapter first

Trailer for season 6 of The Walking Dead.