Crossbow Guy From Walking Dead Novels & Stories

“I don’t want to leave you here. You might eat all of them.” “Do not you trust me?” “I don’t trust creatures like us.” The two started walking outwards. Hugo teleported with Raven and Damon down to where the dead people were. Hugo immediately checks their pulse rate. “They are still alive,” said Hugo. “Weak, but alive.” “Still alive?” Damon asked. They are overlap and all have wounds on the side. “Help ...” a man said softly at the bottom. “Dude, he’s still alive,” said Damon. Damon sat down and talked to the man. “We can’t get you out of the bottom. You all have wounds. ”

This was Zach speaking They were talking about what happened earlier. I shivered again as kayden's words echoed in my mind. Our border patrol had found the dead body of a werewolf who had been brutally attacked with some of his organs gone. "Who was the dead wolf? Has he been identified? Was he a member of our pack?" Zach asked "No, luckily he wasn't our pack member" Kayden replied "So he was a rogue?" Zach queried again "No he wasn't a rogue. He was a member of the Crimson Claw pack"

Alejandro quickly swerved, but the back of the SUV was hit by another explosion, toppling the SUV to the side. Just then, the back of the SUV opened, and several men in black, with black masks covering their faces, pointed a crossbow at us. One of them moved towards Aiden, who was holding Lylia, and struck a knife on his arm. Aiden screamed as his hold loosened around Lylia’s body. The man who struck a knife on Aiden’s arm also struck his shoulder as another man took Lylia from him. The man with the crossbow snickered, pointing the crossbow at Leo’s heart.

It will be better if I can pass out at once. The black wolf in front of me evaporated like a thick gray mist on a cold morning. In less than five seconds, the misty wolf was replaced by another young man of Justin's age who stood with his hands on his hips. He grinned at Justin and me. I practically slapped Justin's arm muscles and made my palms heat on my own. “Who is he?” I whispered to Justin. “He's just juggling, isn’t he?” Justin looked at me in surprise. “Extremely not! He is a wolf-shifter! You still don't know?”

I took a single cigarette from my pocket and played it with my fingers. "Your Highness," Trevor called. I glanced at his direction on the top of the tree. "What?" "They're here," he answered. A smirk plastered on my face, as I glanced at the dark area. Two men in black and woman with a crossbow was walking silently. I threw the cigarette and stood up straight when they stopped 2 meters away from me. "It's been a while," I said. "You still have guts to call us when our comrade just died because of you."

Lucas York continued inward. Suddenly, he heard the sounds of combat. “It doesn’t sound like zombies fighting, it’s…humans?” Light glinted across Lucas’ gaze. It must be Mia Yard’s teacher and White Lotus’ Scorpion Guardian. According to Claud Cheswick, the Scorpion Guardian was a Rank 3 Evolved One, he must be terrifyingly strong. He quickly walked toward the source of the sounds and found that countless zombies were surrounding two people. There were a man and a woman. An intense aura of evil emanated from the man's scrawny figure, and there were scorpion tattoos on his face.

Porter humbly said as he leaned the bottle closer to his lips. “By the way, what are those?” Rico slid towards the weapon and lifted a piece of them. “Hunters,” “Ah-huh. And not just that. Clark encountered a werewolf pack and hunters last night. That is why he has that.” Porter also slid towards Rico. “What pack?” Rico set the bottle of beer on the ground and loaded the crossbow with an arrow. Rico pointed the crossbow to the gigantic tree in front of them. Unexpectedly, Rico swiftly released the arrow to Kevin. Luckily, Adam was fast enough to catch the arrow before it almost landed on his face.

Gorius and the other women around me are puzzled for my request. "I'm the only one here who isn't a werewolf. I'm human—" and part Phoenix, for my advantage, "I can defeat them." I raise a claim. Gorius turns to one of his attendants and they seem to have a grip on my crossbow. They fetch my equipment in no time. The bike inside the garage holds a few very hundred of the needle like crossbow shoots. Highly effective. But they're silver alloy and will put a dent on one's wallet. The crossbow and the needles are dropped to the ground for me as the metal clinking sounds satisfy my ears.

One had a crossbow. He aimed at me. I ducked behind the truck. Thump. The bolt flew by. I rolled under the truck. Came out behind him. Punched his throat. He choked. I kicked his knee. He dropped. I grabbed his bow and aimed at the next one. Shot. Right in the chest. He screamed and fell. Third one saw me—ran. Coward. Good. But I knew he’d be back. Lycan’s POV Noise faded. Pain faded.

I guess you could say it was friends at first sight, while over time my feelings had evolved into slightly more. I found Todd leaning against the wall, his eyes closed, head tilted back. His throat exposed, I could see the pulsing of his carotid. How truly delicate humans were, our determination the only reason we were still alive. His eyes stayed closed as I approached; he knew my footsteps; another sign of how in sync we were with each other. “Hey Dev” he greeted; eyes still closed. “New guys weapon is a crossbow Commander thinks” I stated, best let Todd know too.