Carl Shot In Eye Walking Dead นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The bloody color of the werewolf is shining as well as the two tails it keeps on swaying. The werewolf turned around and looked at me, its cardinal eyes finding their way to me. I do not feel threatened or scared, I just felt sorrow and pain just by looking into its eyes. It shocked me when it smiled and ran in my direction. “Hey!” a masculine, deep voice shouted from within that I opened my eyes to see Alarick holding my shoulders and staring at me. “Get off me!” I shouted and pushed him hard, effortfully so that he hit the wall.

Here I am, standing right Infront of Tyler's target room, I didn't know if he was angry at me or not, I didn't know what to expect, but I was quite positive of the outcome of my visit. Opening the door slowly, the sound of gunshots was almost deafening, Tyler had this big goggles over his eyes as he concentrated on the target- wait a minute- is that- Carlos? The man looked so thin and dead, but he was alive, shaking in fear, he looked, miserable... Soon enough, Tyler looked in my direction, but he looked away- and just as quick as he looked away, he glanced at me again, this time, his eyes was dead wide in shock, like he couldn't believe I was actually standing there.

“She’s dead. Duke killed her.” Click. Her bolt landed center mass. He gasped once before hitting the floor, eyes wide, already gone. A roar was heard as Corvan clawed out lunging from the shadows at Calvin bit he turned instantly and pressed his trigger. Bang! Corvan’s chest burst open in 3 holes and Calving didn’t blink about such incident. Alice eyes was scanning everywhere that didn’t miss a step. Although some had escape the one she had caught she didn't let them go. Layla also didn’t look away she found a wounded werewolf crawling toward the door with blood leaking between his fingers. She walked slowly to his front with a cold expression and looked down at him.

I traced the hand holding the gun, and my sight met that of the pair of eyes that'll forever hunt me. They were bloodred eyes!

It meant someone was about to die. The man laughed nervously. “Well, that’s inconvenient.” I turned. Carlino stood at the mouth of the alley, suit jacket gone, sleeves rolled, gun steady in his hand. His face was unreadable, but his eyes — his eyes were ice and murder. “You used my lighter,” he said. The man raised his hands slowly. “Symbolism. Thought you’d appreciate it.” Carlino shot him in the leg. The crack echoed off the brick walls. The man screamed and dropped.

His eyes were red with hate and then he positioned the gun back to Carl ready to pull the trigger on an innocent man. "Angel Don't...!" My words were cut off by the sound of a single gunshot. My eyes were left bulging with horror as I trailed my gaze from Angel's armed hand to the target and a shrill erupted from me as I gazed upon Carl who he had just shot.

As she spoke, Zoe suddenly pulled a small knife from her pocket and stabbed it straight into Carl's chest without hesitation. "Ugh!" Carl let out a muffled groan as his shirt was quickly soaked red. "Stop!" Rosalyn rushed forward the moment she saw it. Just then, Carl felt his consciousness starting to slip, and his body began trembling uncontrollably. 'Damn it. It's the onset of withdrawal.' He shook his head hard and tried to stay conscious, but he had completely lost control over his body. Zoe noticed immediately. She burst out laughing. "If you love her that much, then die with her!"

Hunter’s POV After the damn horror show of watching Jane feed her sons her own blood, I went to visit Carl in his hospital room. Unlike Jane, he didn’t have any personal belongings on the nightstand, and he was staring with empty, dazed eyes out of the window even when I rapped my knuckles on the open door.

"You'll regret this, all of you!" Marcos simply watched, his expression unreadable. "Take her bag," he commanded, his voice cold and devoid of emotion. Amelia swiftly relieved Isabella of her bag. "Let's see what our birthday girl is hiding," she said, a hint of amusement in her voice as she unzipped the bag. Amelia opened the side and seeing papers and Isabella's custom made Beretta. Amelia whistled, distracted by the gun. "You sure are prepared," she commented, hefting the weapon. "But you won't be needing this where you're going."

Then, he would foam at the mouth and collapse, convulsing on the ground. His body would shake and gradually stiffen. Finally, his eyes would bulge, his face turning blackish-blue, dying with eyes wide open… Watching Andrew approach, Carl's smile grew even broader. In his mind, he was already picturing Andrew's death. This method of killing was truly stylish and impressive. Carl loved it. However, in the next second, he saw Andrew take his third step. He could not help but wonder why Andrew was not falling down yet. Andrew took a fourth step, bringing him right in front of Carl.