Glenn Walking Dead Eye Popped Out Novels & Stories

He groaned in pain. I pulled out the knife I embedded in between his shoulder joint. Blood spurted out as he moaned in pain. I lifted his chin and held his face toward mine. He fought weakly but Frank's grip was too much for his old body. He slowly placed the knife under his eyes and inserted it in. His screams did not deter me from my task. I slowly plucked his eye out and put it in a plastic container. I brought it with me. It was a round polymer container the size of a golf ball.

He discovered that all the wounds on Gloria’s body had vanished. “What…” Could a dead person’s wounds heal? Adrian looked toward Mya, and Mya looked back at him. “Also, the radiation here is stronger. I feel like my head is about to split open, and I have a throbbing headache. This place is creepy!” Upon hearing that, Adrian immediately turned around to look at Lincoln. Lincoln had already collapsed to the ground with the rest of the soldiers. He was no longer breathing. “Link is dead,” Mya said after stretching out her hand to feel Lincoln’s breath.

Blood streamed down his face right after Zev gauge his eyeballs. “Oh, they seemed fine,” Zev commented, looking at the organ he freshly pulled out from its host. “I was worried your eyes have problems… so I took them out to see if it’s repairable.” He jiggled the thing in his hand before squishing them into nothing. “Oh, my bad. They’re gone,” he said.

I knew my eyes were glowing, but I was done. Opening the door, I walked inside with my head held high. Somehow, my eyes returned to normal as I walked up to the nurses’ station. “I would like information on my mate that just got brought in. Gunshot wound to the foot.” She was a vampire, so I didn’t worry about formalities.

he says in anger. Hands slip under me and lift me off the ground. My head rolls around and the blood gets in my eyes. I feel the cut move and something grates around. The intense sharpness of the cut makes me want to take another morphine shot. To the brain. The intensity of it shuts my eyes in a grimace. "Is he okay?" asks Dane as he carries me somewhere. "He might be in shock," says Dexter. I feel his hand touch my face and open my right eye. His grey eye peers into mine. My eyes move to look into his.

Only a priest's prayers could ensure that Daeleen received my eyes. Onlookers expressed envy, and some were even moved to tears by Samuel's devotion to Daeleen. What they did not know was that the romantic Capo they were admiring had plucked out his own wife's eyes, and that the owner of the eyeballs on display were now lying on a bed, staring into nothing but darkness. There was no painkiller being administered. All the moans from the pain left me panting for air, with only the ventilator to keep me from suffocating.

He - who left her unarmed, frightened, still not really able to do anything! Blind hatred boiled up in her soul and the girl brought down her outstretched hand on the ghoul's head. I managed to notice that his face was no longer swollen, and his lips were blue. But the eyes... the eyes were still cloudy, dead. In the next instant, a dim blue light shone from the fist that fell on the walker's head. It ran through the body of the undead in thin waves, piercing it from head to toe.

He wanted to know who took her eyes away as he had vowed to personally hunt him down and show him what hell on earth truly was. His men did their job, yet they oddly didn't see anyone coming near the unit. There were pinhole cameras installed in the living room which Paul personally checked, but all he saw was Agatha standing near the door with no one else but her inside the unit. It was of no rhyme or reason that she suddenly collapsed, and when he replayed the records, there was only two or three seconds interval between the image of her with a pair of perfectly fine eyes and her fainting on the floor with bloody eye sockets. With all of these before his sight, his expression did not chang

I gasped sharply and stumbled backward. The eye was completely hollow … a black, empty void where the pupil and iris should have been. No white, just darkness. Black veins spidered rapidly outward from the eye, crawling across his face like living ink. The skin around his mouth was already turning gray, then black, rotting and peeling away in wet chunks. The smell of rotting flesh hit us . Blade stepped in front of me instantly, shielding my body with his own. “What the hell is that?” he demanded, voice sharp with fury and alarm.

The plot really changed. The male lead came earlier than the zombies! Uea wiped imaginary tears from his eyes as he stepped closer to the one holding him, and he opened his eyes. Uea froze. Blood rushed from his face to his brain, and his vision seemed to blur. Opening his mouth, he let out a slow sob, followed by a full-blown scream. He screamed and screamed. His eyes fell on the mangled flesh, holding tightly onto his wrist and the enlarged jaw getting closer as if to bite off his head... and Uea felt like he was about to faint.