Dead Mans Walk Novels & Stories

The sound of footsteps echoed through the dark hallway that had now locked up Vivie. The woman pulled the corners of her lips upwards as she saw a man walking towards her with firm footsteps. "Do you miss me?" said the woman, chuckling softly. She tried to get up from hers position as the man got closer to herself which was only obstructed by the iron bars. Vivie sighed softly. The woman touched the cold surface of her own face. Being cooped up here for a few days barefoot made her feel like she was at the poles and frozen inside.

It tries to send the memory through her knees, her hands, her throat. Maya lets it arrive. Then she steps left. The dead follow sound and motion. They do not think. They do not plan. They do not fake low and attack high. They are patient appetite in a ruined suit. “Behind?” she whispers. Clear within twenty feet, LUS says. “Lovely.” The dead man reaches. Maya lets him commit, shifts inside the arc, hooks her foot behind his ankle, and drives the crowbar hard into the side of his knee.