18 Miles Out Walking Dead Novels & Stories

Campfire Secrets (Isabella’s POV) Stuck. That one word hung in the cold air between us, heavier than the smoke leaking from the car. Jax swore under his breath. “We can’t stay on the road,” he said. “If Damien sent one group, he can send more.” Lucas’s eyes lifted to the dark trees. His jaw tightened. “We move off the road. Fifty meters in.” He glanced at me. “You can walk?” “I just fought off a wolf with a sword,” I said. “I can walk to a tree.”

Eli looked me over. “You’re bleeding,” he said. “So are you.” I pointed at his side. Marcus checked the SUV. “It’s dead. We run from here.” Eli nodded. “Pack house is three miles. Move.” We started through the woods on foot. Eli stayed close. Too close. Our arms brushed as we jogged. The bond hummed steady now, like background music I couldn’t turn off. The miles passed with more small talk mixed with tension. He asked about my life on the run. I asked about his pack. Answers stayed short, guarded. But the conversation kept the night from swallowing us.

Although many would be overjoyed to leave, I find it irritating that I would bear the child of someone thrice my Father’s age. It sounds odd, yet it remains the truth—the unpleasant truth. “I do not like to repeat myself, Allegra.” His cold voice reminds me that I have no choice, so I stagger to my feet. There are, after all, better things to do than anger him. Lord Owen hands me a fur coat and a pair of old boots, which I put on before he leads the way out. He gave me the torch; a wooden stave with one end wrapped in torn materials that is soaked into a flammable substance to trigger fire.

CHAPTER SEVEN Part of Aleta’s favorite red hoodie turned up in some bramble outside of the city. It was cut, shredded, and stained. Animals had been gnawing and tearing at it, pulling it apart thread by thread by thread with their canines and incisors and grinding molars. From what they recovered of Aleta’s body, she had also been gnawed and ripped, but the animals pulling her apart had been a different sort. Angry Marie made a decision, then, and the impact of that decision would way heavy in her soul for the rest of her life. But seeing as her soul was pretty much tattered beyond recognition anyway, it didn’t seem like that much of a leap.

I was a good twenty-five mile away meaning I would have around nine hours to get to the area I wanted to be, but by the time I'd get there it would be night time, and when the moon comes up the wolves come to play. The distance between Alpha Grayson and I would be around 5 miles, meaning I've walked/run for a good 2 hours. The masking spray would be almost gone by now and I would have to shield most of my scent with mud so I could smell like the earth. My feet were very much tired. it started to ache around the toe and heel area, plus my back was aching from the weight of my bag and I needed to rest. I decided I would keep walking for a little bit more until I found a place to rest and regai

Being the pack leader had a few definite upsides. “That’s four we’ve killed now, plus the one back at the pack house,” Jennifer said, coming up to stand next to me while Andy jogged ahead to take care of the body. “Three more out there, unless Ian’s group took care of them already.” A crunching in the underbrush and a low, ugly moan made that seem less likely. Jennifer and I got our machetes up and ready, and a moment later another zombie shoved its way through the low-hanging branches of a pine tree.

"Maybe it's time to give up on this fantasy and face your reality. We've paid our dues to you and this is my– our final homage to you. I hope you get what you are looking for. Have a good life, Trent." And with that, he walked away with his guards. The sight of those young men was a reminder of what we'd lost, what I'd cost Full Moon and so even though I was irritated and angry with the way he spoke to me, I didn't move a muscle. I had done more damage than good. So instead I focused solely on finding rogues and Outcasts, exiles just like me and in less than three days, my force stood at Eighteen. Eighteen survivors. Eighteen men who had had enough. We were not many, but we were a force.

I grunt and start running in the direction he gestured to with his snout. I let Wade go in front and I follow his bushy brown tail. ‘If we’re close to the sea that means we’re 350 miles from home,’ my wolf whines, I nod in my head to her. I didn’t realise we were that far away. ‘and definitely no packs… maybe we can ring them? They can get here faster than father can,’ I let the small glimmer of hope flutter in my stomach… I just need to find a phone…

He puts his front paws on my thighs as I scratch his ears. "His claws," Death says slipping his hands under my arms and pulling me up I look at my thighs and see his claws pierced through my jeans and into my skin where blood was spilling. My thighs heal within seconds and I look at Death who looks surprised "We have things to do tomorrow, so your friend has to go home soon," he tells me I nod and Mika and I go inside his room. Cerberus lays his head on my lap and Mika and I talk about things.

The car came to halt as they arrived at the cabin. "Here we are," Damien sighed. He got out the car first and walked around to open the door for Ashleigh. "Thanks," she sighed stepping out of the car. She took in a deep breath. "Nothing like the smell of the ocean." "You can say that again, we have to first drop off our bags then maybe we can for a swim or a little stroll maybe even have a make out session," Damien suggested opening his car's trunk.