Beth Greene Walking Dead Novels & Stories

Brennan grunted, but his boots echoed around the warehouse as he moved toward me. The place was empty except for me and him, but that was because we did the wet work. Eoghan too, but his was from a distance. Someone had to take out the trash, and we were fucking good at it. Unfortunately for me, Caroline would end up in the ER tonight, not the city morgue like she deserved. He flashed me his cellphone, and we shared a smile as I saw the picture Eoghan had sent over. Benito’s corpse with a bullet between his eyes and my brother’s boot between his shoulders as he kicked him into the water.

I picked my laptop and logged into the web and the first thing that flashed my eyes was my last search on Wolfsbane. I clicked on the search code , wanting to know more about this thing that seems to be so important to the Greene’s. The search led me into sections over sections and it wasn’t even good news and the new thought, why was their a mass production of wolfsbane . It didn’t make any sense . My heavy heart found a new purpose, my phone buzzed and it wasn’t a familiar number. “Hello”— I could tell the voice from any angle. Mrs Greene. “Hi Mrs Greene”. My voice narrowed in a flat key. Having Mrs Greene call was a shocker.