Nobody Walks Novels & Stories

He threw open the door. Rain poured outside. No Elena. Not yet. But on the porch lay a single wet footprint. Then another. Then another. Appearing one by one. Walking toward the house. No body. No label. No protagonist. Just footsteps. Adrian whispered: “Elena?” The next footprint appeared inside the doorway. And for the first time— nothing narrated what happened next.

“No visible security. No cameras I can spot from here either, which is strange for a property this size.” “Meaning it might not be occupied,” Ethan said. “Or meaning whoever is inside does not expect visitors,” Marcus said. “Either way, I do not like walking into a quiet building. Quiet usually means someone wants you to feel safe right before you are not.” They approached on foot, scaling a low section of the iron fence where the hedges grew thick enough to provide cover. The house, up close, looked less occupied than expected, curtains drawn, no sound coming from inside despite the row of expensive cars still visible through a side window in an attached garage.

*Amber* The air is thick with the scent of damp concrete and distant smoke, a constant reminder of the city’s decay. I walk through the crumbling streets, my boots crunching on shards of glass and debris, each step echoing against the walls of forgotten buildings. My heart thrums in my chest as I move, a mix of determination and trepidation fueling my journey.

Everything is silent like a horror movie. I was walking silently and lazily out of tiredness caused by continuous walking. About my feet, they are feeling so heavy as I don't have a good pair of shoes on my feet rather than its slippers, therefore, my feet are not in good shape. So, I sit on the ground to catch my tired breaths. *Vroom* *Vroom* *Vroom* *Vroom* *Vroom* *Vroom* *Vroom* *Vroom*

I go with the same side braid that I have now come to love, a Smokey eye with nude lip-gloss and my Cowgirl boots. We start singing and dancing to nothing but Country music while Amber and I drink almost an entire mason jar full of moonshine. Heather stops us before we finish, letting us know it's time to go. So, we walk out, heading to the parking lot. Pretty much everyone from school and the pack will be coming tonight, they always do.

The group cast a glance behind them and continued looking ahead. The city streets were wide but completely desolate. On both sides of the streets were tall buildings with closed doors. The group walked on the street. Apart from their footsteps and breathing, no other sounds could be heard in the huge city. Mia murmured, “It’s deathly silent.” James walked ahead of them. He could not sense any Demonic Energy within the Dead City, and his vision was clear. At a glance, it seemed boundless, and it was hard to tell how long he had been walking down the street.

Chapter : one Since I'm 5 yrs, I always heard adults saying "nobody love walking alone, even problem don't visit people alone. They always move in group". Half of the world population don't understand the meaning of those words, I/4 can't write nor read, so only 1/4 understand. because if you've never experienced it, you would never understand. For example, This month I've lost everything that really matters to me, I know it suck to be alone or be surrounded but feel lonely. I've ended my education due to fund, I've lost my friends and family members and I am sick and tire being manipulated by those I trust. I thought I had friends, oncles and cousin. It was only my imagination, they were a

“Acting like I’m dragging you into a crime scene is not.” We took the narrower path behind the arts building. It was quieter there, with fewer people and more shade. That should have helped. It only made me more aware of how close we were walking. “Where are we going?” I asked. “Nowhere in particular. That bothers you too?” “It bothers me that you think aimless daytime walks are suddenly low-risk.” Miles glanced sideways at me. “We’re walking. Not making an announcement.” “In our case, walking is already more than we used to do.”

"I'm just going to take the twins for a little walk." Emma looked up. "I'll come with you." "So will we." Noah called, recognising the look on Harper's face. Theo immediately grabbed Poppy's hand. "Come on!" "Where are we going?" Poppy asked. "For a walk." Noah replied with a grin. Within moments, everyone had wandered away. Everyone... Except Roman, Daisy, Lillie and Violet. Daisy looked around, confused. "Where's everybody gone?" Roman smiled innocently.

No disorder. And there was music. From unseen sources, the same perfect note echoed through the streets, a constant, ambient tone. It was the only sound. There was no laughter, no conversation, no rustle of leaves, no birdsong. People moved through the streets. They were tall and graceful, with calm, serene faces. They wore simple, white robes. They did not speak to each other. They simply moved, their steps quiet and synchronized, their expressions blankly peaceful. They looked like living statues in a perfect museum.