Crossbow Guy From Walking Dead Novels & Stories

"Ryder?" He shushes me, and readies his bow. I have a bad feeling about this, so I take my gun out of its holster and listen to the woods around us. There's a rustling in the bushes to our left, and a zombie lumbers out. It's a man, and his throat has been ripped open almost entirely; it's a miracle his head is still attached to his body.

The silver tip burned and would leave a scar. Atlas stalked the guy, trying nervously to put another arrow in his crossbow. They clearly had never encountered an alpha wolf before. His hands were shaking, and Atlas slammed his body into the hunter, breaking his back against the tree behind him. Two down, one more to go? Or was there another? I could only smell one more, but I needed to be careful anyway. I shifted back into my human shape, naked. At least they'd see someone very handsome before they died. “Come out, come out, wherever you are.”

I ordered when he wouldn't say another word, but he refused and walked back to the tree where he was seated before. We heard rustling from the bushes behind us and we both stayed quiet, watching to see what it was. A minute later, an old man holding a crossbow stepped into the clearing where we were. He dropped his bow on the floor and stretched his body before picking up the bow. He hadn't seen us until Landon took a step towards him. At first he was calm, but when he stared into Landon's eyes, he aimed his crossbow at him. He stuttered while he tried to say, “You're a werewolf.”

I’m in human shape tonight (white coyote ears tucked away, just Celeste in Remy’s flannel and ripped jeans, rings catching moonlight). I’m halfway down the old service road when the night goes quiet. Too quiet. No crickets. No wind. Just the soft click of a safety coming off. A man steps out of the shadows. Early thirties. Black tactical gear. Silver stakes on a bandolier. Crossbow loaded with hawthorn bolts dipped in holy water and something that smells like concentrated death. His heartbeat is steady. His eyes are dead. Vampire Hunter (voice flat, professional): “Celeste Tsatoke.

I slowly peered over my steering wheel to see a man walking out between the trees and stood towering over Bobby, holding onto a crossbow. He kicked the lifeless body repeatedly with force. Bobby didn’t shift, there was no attempt to change into his wolf form either. The stranger kicked him again, but he remained unresponsive. Is he dead? I suppose that saves me a job. The man observed the body lying on the ground. With a final look, he rested the crossbow over his shoulders and disappeared back amongst the trees.

I tossed the man the coins and walked over to their table with the drink. There was four of them. Rather smartly dressed for hunters. Two older bearded men, and two men not much older than Evelyn. They had crossbows and guns that I assumed held silver bullets. Crosses hung on their neck, never understood how that got started. Crosses didn’t bother vampires, maybe they had used it to stake one once and it continued from there.

—I said, beckoning the guy to follow me. — Stop!—ghoull suddenly shouted hoarsely. Covering me with himself, he suddenly jumped sharply to the side and I understood his excitement: they were shooting from the window. A crossbow bolt hit him in the shoulder and pierced his sturdy-looking jacket. — Who?—I ask. — Converts, just people now!—Dean shouts, trying to get out of the crossbowmen's reach with me. A short cry, droplets of blood fall on my face.

Based on the frost eye colors of the werewolves that she was fighting, it belongs to a Rogues, a werewolf that has been kicked out of their pack just like what she keeps encountering before. The two werewolves become more aggressive. They don't care about the scar that they have and the blood that keeps flowing from it. In the corner of the alley, a man just keeps watching the fights in front of him. He was looking amazingly at the hunter. Accalia hops in one of the necks of a big wolf and immediately prick the syringe on it.

Mizu replied back, smiling, she was thankful they were more approachable than what she thought, and to this talkative guy. "Uh-huh, you're the youngest among us, oh wait... " Zhi eyes swift his gaze to the guy standing in the corner in a cross arm and on his own world. The other three followed his gaze as well. From a glance, he was extremely aloof. He was the top guy among them, who killed plenty. The weapon he used was a scimitar sword. His handsome features were also unparalleled to anybody. Black hair and black eyes are quite endearing, even his voice, "I don't want to play a fake team with a bunch of twerps." though he is straightforwardly rude.

He took advantage of the time to drive and call other teammates. At this time, in the bushes, Aurora was still shivering and praying for the hunters not to go down this slope. If the crosses on their hands glowed when they encountered Harvey, he would no longer have a way to live. The group of hunters did not disperse but walked together, in their hands were crosses held high. Two people in the team were seriously injured so they did not dare to be subjective. Looking up from the bottom of the slope, Aurora could see the spots of light coming from the lights above their heads moving.