Beth Greene Walking Dead Novels & Stories

“Wiggle your toes. One toe. Two toes.” “I can move… tiny,” Jason whispered. His voice was far away, like across water. Leah’s hands were shaking. Her nails tore the skin on her palms. “Leah.” Ghost’s voice was low. “You call Ben. You call Maya. Tell them to bring the med van. Tell them to bring anything that can help lift this.” “What do I say?” Leah asked, dizzy. “Say: Jason Walker is alive under the east beam at the old factory. Bring a medic and a jack and a cutting torch. Bring anything. Move.”

she breathed, holding up a grainy photograph of a truck driving down the road not far from Crescent Hollow—the bed was filled with what looked like rogues, dirty and disheveled. “Look at the next one,” the Gamma whispered. Serena flipped to the next picture and felt sick. There, in equally grainy quality and clearly taken from far away, was a photograph of that same truck parked in a driveway. And being unloaded from the back seat was a woman on a stretcher. A woman with silver hair. “She’s alive,” the Gamma said. “Well… That’s not necessarily true…” “Just… Keep looking.” Serena flipped to the final picture. This one was just as grainy and distant as the last, but it was unmistakable; Samant

Georgia smiled at me and then walked past me quickly. I looked back and saw Georgia walking to the black Bentley in a few steps. At this time, Brad, who was sitting in the driver's seat, had already gotten out of the car and turned to Georgia to open the back door for her. Then, Georgia got in the car while talking and laughing. Brad got in the driver's seat, and then the car slowly started. At this moment, I saw that Alexander's eyes glanced outside, and then the window was slowly closed. The Bentley turned into the lane and gradually disappeared.

Nathan was thrown aback as he tried to maintain his balance. “This isn’t right, Mr Grey” Brixlee murmured as she walked out of the room, leaving Nathan all alone in the room looking as perplexed as ever before. Brixlee made her way down the stairs, she needed to cool off all the heat and calm her nerves. She found herself walking towards the lush garden at the back of the building, which was eerily quiet, just what she needed. The garden was filled with beautiful flowers, fragrant bushes, and flickering lights that shone like stars in the night sky.

"Morgan is afraid of the dark, so she goes in the middle. Julian is a guy, so he goes to the back. As your aunt and your sister-in-law, I'll protect you from the front." Thus, they walked in formation. But as they walked, Julian felt someone grab his ankle. He looked down and saw someone in a white shirt with bloodied hands, like a zombie that had crawled out from the gutter. He yelled and jumped in fright. Valerie and Morgan turned. When they saw the zombie on the ground, they screamed and ran. They got to a room where the door squeaked and creaked. There, a ghost wailed around them. They looked up and saw a female corpse hanging from the rafters. Her face was ashen and her eyes were sunken

The creatures began to rip at the grasses and small briars that impeded the path to the shattered building. “Now what?” asked Curtis, watching from the driver’s seat as the undead attacked the bayou. It was the first thing he’d said since they’d escaped the Major’s prison. “Now, Dear-heart,” replied Jeannine from beside him. “We shall have a chat with my moth—ugh!” Jeannine’s body convulsed, her ice-blue eyes rolled back in her head and she began to foam at the mouth. “Jeannine!” Curtis reached over and tried to undo her seatbelt, but she was thrashing so much, he couldn’t get to the buckle.

Theresa also held a facial expression that showed she also felt the weirdness I felt in the air. All of a sudden, Brent's eyes glowed up, and he began to make weird noises. His bones were also cracking, and he was acting weird. "Brent? Are you okay?" Alpha Diablo asked, looking really concerned about him. "I think you should move away from him." I warned again as I moved a few steps backwards. A scream tore into the air, and it caught our attention. "Help! The undead are alive!" I heard a woman scream in a distance , shouting for help.

Salem watched and let them handle it, since they looked trained to kill the walking dead. The sticks worked on the walking dead, and a blow to their heads killed them. As they dropped down, someone moved behind Liam, striking the sharp part through another head. Nothing prepared me for this. I had seen all kinds of deaths, but this was too much once they were alive; now, just corpses with no brains. Emily spoke to me through the link, her voice a lifeline. I couldn’t reply, but her sweetness flowed into me, calming the tremors in my soul. God, I love her; she is my comfort, my addiction. The world feels bearable with her in my mind.

After dinner, Ethan left with Olivia to visit Mrs Carter. "Wait for me here. I will be back," Ethan said upon arrival at the hospital. He entered the ward and found his mother sitting on the bed looking lost. Meanwhile, outside Olivia was just hanging around the health facility. At Mr Green's new location, he was sitting on a chair looking at Jeremy who had been tied up a chair. Jacqueline sat on the side enjoying a lollipop "What do you want from me?" Jeremy yelled and Mr Green frowned