Beth Greene Walking Dead Novels & Stories

"I'm a healer. I've delivered babies. I know what's happening and I need you to breathe and help me walk to our room." He breathed and put his arm around my waist and we walked through the yard together and the pack parted around us like a river splitting around a stone. Wolves were running in every direction and Ezra was shouting orders and Hilde appeared with an armful of clean cloths and hot water already on the way. Greta was on her bench and she watched me walk past and said "finally" in a voice that was rough and wet and she gripped her stick with both hands. I reached out and squeezed her shoulder as I passed and she patted my hand once, quick and firm.

“Wake me.” Greta just stared at him. “You planning to die between now and then?” she asked casually. Draven’s jaw ticked. “No.” “Then EAT,” she snapped. The door opened. Kade walked in without knocking, because that was what Kade did. He didn’t flinch at Greta’s tone. He didn’t flinch at Draven’s aura, which felt like static electricity crawling over skin and under fur. He didn’t flinch at the shape of Lillieth in Draven’s bed.

The stench of blood filled the room. Alaric arrived behind me, his boots splashing in the shallow water. “Who is that?” I didn’t answer immediately, I stepped closer and bent down, there was a mark on the man’s shoulder, faint but clear. A symbol of the Greeneville Gamma rank. Immediately, my stomach turned. “Aaron Bradley,” I said under my breath. Alaric frowned. “That can’t be. He died five years ago.” “Apparently not,” I said. “Get a healer.”

“But there’s more you need to know. If you can spare the time, come by this afternoon.” Her words carried weight, the kind that pressed against my ribs and made breathing a little harder. I promised I’d be there. *** Mrs. Greene lived in a modest bungalow at the edge of town. When I knocked that afternoon, she opened the door with the same soft smile she’d worn the first time we met. Her living room smelled faintly of lavender, old books, and something baking in the kitchen. “Sit down, dear,” she said, guiding me to a worn armchair. On the coffee table was a stack of papers, bound together with twine.

“Whatever she’s been through, it’s taken everything from her. We can’t leave her to die out here.” Callen gave a stiff nod. “We carry her to the edge of hollowbrook. We don’t bring her into the center of the village, not yet.” Greer hesitated. “And if the rumors are true? If she’s… not entirely human?” “Then we deal with it,” Callen said, his jaw set. “But not by leaving her here to rot.” Greer didn’t respond. Instead, he turned to watch the sky, where dawn had begun to break through the branches. The moon was fading, but the weight it had left in the woods remained.

What connection did the dead ivory have with Elena? Was I even supposed to call her that after what I was told? Elena Greene was dead. Andrea, however, was alive, and she would pay dearly for her crimes.

She looked at Damon and could see him staring back in shock. "If you don't have anything else to say Mrs Cross, I suggest you sit down." Enzo said adjusting his tie. But Bella wasn't ready to calm down. She turned to Amber and jabbed a trembling finger in her direction. "H... how's this possible. She... she's supposed to be dead." "As you can see Mrs Cross. Mrs Black is alive and well. Now I advice you sit down or be escorted out." Bella tried to say something, but words failed her.

The wind was blowing mildly but the screeching and rustling garbage made things worst. Only our footsteps where loud but I just hoped we made it to and fro before it got dark. Lena suddenly gasped as I turned to see. A zombie was staggering towards us I pulled her to my side before it could reach her and it fell into the messy tangled barbed wires on the floor. It struggled against it as the wires pierced the skin and made sure it was stuck. I pulled Lena and we began to walk down the other side. We took a right turn and I'm sure we where close to the main street. We walked for few minutes and the store in view. There where little zombies lurking around and they didn't seem to notice us.

Don said to Mrs Collins with a frown face. "Don please" Henry said gently while Mrs Collins look at Don with a disgusting face. "We have to start moving now okay? let's go!!!" Don tell everyone. Others are moving faster but Mrs Benson couldn't, she looks so pale and tired. It is not easy carrying the baby and the bag together. Don turn back and wait for Mrs Benson to move closer to him and he asked her to bring the bag. Don collected the bag from Mrs Benson and tell her to please walk faster before the zombies might caught up with them.

These witches, whoever they are, are the ones messing up with us. “Do something, Blair! It’s coming nearer to us!” Drea yelled, and I certainly didn't know what to do right now. What can I do? I am human! I looked at Pryce when she growled, and claws came out of her hands as well as gray fur on her arms. Then my eyes widened in surprise when there was a gunshot. Leanne fired at the walking skeleton, making it fall, but then it stood up again. “You gotta be kidding me! Blair, what is that?” Lee cursed as she had wasted four bullets, yet nothing was happening to the creepy walking thing.