Amy Harrison Walking Dead Novels & Stories

' Just when Yicky was about to say something, a wind-cutting sound was heard, and they all turned to look at Yicky once again. 'What?!!' Everyone could not help but feel flabbergasted because there was a gruesome bloody hole at the center of Yicky's forehead. Yicky had fallen straight to the ground, not having the slightest chance of survival. Despite them already knowing that Yicky was already dead, they still could not believe that Yicky would just drop dead so easily. "Is this Yicky Houston from the Houston family?" Lucas looked at Zark. "Yes, senior demon," the leader of the Lane family, Zark, quickly answered.

I gathered the things we used and cleaned it up before stepping outside. That was when I noticed Alpha Harrison standing alone near the doorway. He looked calm but something about him felt off. He looks tired. I hesitated for a second then walked over. "Harrison?" I softly called. "Are you alright?" For a moment, he looked at me in surprise. But he nodded his head. "Yes. I'm fine." But my eyes moved on their own until they landed on his arm. There were bloodied scratches on his forearm. They weren't deep but they were still fresh.

Then they nodded, heads bent in turn, order restored. Harrison stroked the coat, blood from the knuckles, on a handkerchief. "Get the shipment out tonight. And if there's ever another delay, there'll be no second warning." The men dispersed to obey. --- Later, night having fallen and the warehouse shutting up and the convoy set to move out, Harrison stood outside, sea air on his face. For a moment, he shut his eyes. The mask had slipped, almost. He recalled Leya — welts, gentle, enormous eyes the night he knelt to pick up the glass. He recalled Maya — poster-sized face, laughing with his scraped-up dreams. He. Recalled Samuel — tap of the cane, words in chains around his neck.

Both those from Xander's pack and my pack began to step out from wherever they were and were coming to us. In no distant time, we were faced with a crowd. The huge crowd of werewolves who survived the attack of the demons. I was more confused as I wondered where Hutton was. Had the devil lied? "Look at him." Xander called my attention to Hutton, who was walking toward us from the corner of the crowd. His arm was locked around Kayla as he leaned toward her for support. "Is he fine?" Xander and I asked at the same time.