18 Miles Out Walking Dead Novels & Stories

I feel her hand on my neck as we step out of the hut cautiously. We come to a standstill right outside the door, listening. From the rustling of leaves, the snapping of twigs, the growls and the howls in the distance, I'm able to discern with a reasonable certainty that there are at least ten Werewolves within a five-mile radius, but they're all quite far from the hut. However, to get to the hillock, we will be passing pretty close to at least two of them.

The sun was so f**king hot it could melt cheese. "How far away are we from this hideaway?" "The closest town is two miles off" "We're going to a town? Human or werewolf territory?" I hold up my hand stopping him. "You can leave us be. I might be injured but I meant what I said. I'm not going back to camp"

" I said then pressed a kiss to his forehead before setting him down on the bed. I squeezed Xander's shoulder before I left. I already knew I had 50 warriors there so I only took 50 more with me. That's one more team. Unfortunately by car, Michael is 2 hours away. So we run on foot... Or I should say paws. We shift, and with our clothes in our mouths we run to Michael's. A 2-hour drive is just under an hour run, since it's a direct route. Not to mention, our wolves are extremely fast.

Still Esma is more tolerable. “Are you done?” I walked past him. it was just a portal; it won’t kill him. August coughed again and finally gets onto his feet. “Try taking deep breaths.” I suggested don’t know why but didn’t look back either. We were about 1-mile away from Derek’s territory. The guards were nowhere to be found which was strange as they should be more on their guard since their alpha is not present. August finally regained his composure and was walking beside me. We walked silently, here the sun was already set and clouds covered the moon in at most darkness.

And I know that I won't be able to take any Warriors; right now, I'm just glad that they're about six miles from our position right now. From my place on the end of the dock, I can clearly see three zombies. They're wandering around aimlessly, and they don't look like any threat to us, but I keep a careful watch on them anyways. They're bloated from a mixture of decay and sun exposure, and they look mostly harmless.

'We have responsibilities--Alec and Kade have responsibilities." Thalia murmured softly, "We won't be alone, not anymore." I fought against the tears that made my eyes ache, fought against the pain in my heart as we turned from Sage's door. Miles walked out behind us, covering our scent as we walked down the road. Miles thought it might be smarter to stray from the forest, as the wolves who had attacked me might still be sniffing around.

” He asked and I nodded my head. ”I think it’s like that because my mom saw my death, she didn't see my future. My sister did,” ~Amber~ ”How about a break?” Lydia whined as she dragged her feet on the dirt behind us. ”How about we continue walking since we’ve only been at it for three hours,” Raven clapped back. ”Easy for you to say. Vamp queen,” Lydia groaned. We had taken the car out of the pack borders and past a few other packs that we didn't want to walk past. After that, we went on foot.

“I’ve got twenty minutes.” “And how far are we from the port?” Dean scratched the back of his head. “About seven miles. Fifteen-minute drive. Way longer if you’re on foot.” I nodded once, sharp and fast. “Okay... you stay here. Do what you can. I’m gonna walk and see if I can catch a ride.” Dean gave me a look but didn’t argue. “Be careful.” I offered a quick smirk. “Always.” I walked off into the night, the moonlight spilling across the road, guiding my steps. My boots thudded softly against the asphalt. I was hoping… praying, even, for some miracle headlights to appear.

“I survived three years of living with Damien and your parents. I am not letting a headache finish me off in a pipe. How far is this cabin?” I looked out at the dark, jagged tree line stretching across the mountainside, listening to the distant, faint howls of Ronan’s patrols circling the valley borders. “It is eight miles,” I admitted grimly, tightening my grip on her arm to steady her. “And we have to go on foot through territory that is far from empty.”

Kent commanded the guard bees to be one on the rear and two on both sides while she takes the frontline, readying herself for possible threats and the students never felt so secured. They continue to walk, following the marks, passing different trees and swamps that are common in the marshland. Alex suggested that it’s better to walk than to go there by flying since they still have to meet Noel halfway towards the enemy’s territory and that’s fifteen kilometers west from the hive. Since the enemy’s territory, as what Noel have said was thirty kilometers west from the hive. “Are we halfway now?” Darline said as she continued to walk. “Yes, I think so.” Alex said. Estimating the distance betwe