Pretty Much Dead Already Walking Dead Novels & Stories

Squinting her eyes, she realized that the transparent thing looked very similar to her, the only difference was the golden halo above the head. "If she's dead… Why don't I have a golden halo-like her's?" Tang Yazhu muttered when suddenly, a thought came to mind. According to the books and movies that she has read thus far, there was such a thing as "possession." This ignited her heart and loosened the tight grip that has been on her heart since she died. "Since she's dead now, does that mean that I can possess it?!" With that thought in mind, a flicker of hope shined in her eyes. Without delay, she arrived at the dead female body even faster than the Flash.

Well, let’s see how long he could be able to control Angelo. There were 200 thousand walking dead in a body of skeleton marching towards the four walls separately, 50 thousand by batch. The problem was, all the walking dead used magic that normal magic users could hardly defeat because of the demon’s soul that Yael summoned from the underworld into the skeleton body of the undead. He really put a lot of effort into executing his plans.

[Name: Jake Maddox] [Race: Human] [Status: Healthy] [Sanity: 100/100] (Note: Below 30, suicidal thoughts. Below 20, auditory hallucinations. Below 10, total madness.) [Mind: 5] (Note: Average adult value. Higher Mind = better sanity resistance and faster recovery.) [Physique: 5] (Note: Composite of speed, strength, and defense.) He'd spent all yesterday hunting—over two hundred zombies killed. Every kill dropped loot. Universal Fuel was the most common drop, followed by food. Medicine was the rarest.

If zombies exist then I’m probably one of them. Blank mind and walking like a crazy dude, that’s me right now. I’m now here somewhere in our city walking, not minding the people around me. It’s not because I don’t give a damn about them, it’s because my brain can’t handle some shits anymore.

My brows knitted together, not understanding what that meant. “It means, the Walking Dead.” My mother interjected. “They are a group of demons that are conjured by a powerful being. They haven’t been seen in over two hundred years.” She continued to explain. “What do they want?” I asked trying to understand. “We are still working on that.” My father stated sounding annoyed. Mandy sensing my emotions, grabbed my hand and started to rub her thumb on the back of my hand. “We do have a theory though.” Rachel said quietly while looking briefly at my parents.

« Since when dead people move. » They aren’t dead; I know that because a corpse can’t move. I don’t know why they smell bad, but I know they aren’t dead. If we can fix their rotten bodies, perhaps we’ll make their lives better. We call them madmen, meatbag since they don’t have intellect, infected, some even call them the walking dead, but a dead body can’t move, if it were so, it would be impossible to kill them, yet when we slaughter them, they die. They are alive, but I don’t know how that’s why I call them the madmen. Damien thought like men the past; there was one time, he took the body of a dead soldier and let it get infected, he observed it for a month, the body stayed dead, a corpse

The animal immediately broke into a trot, as if it also wanted to be away from this unfortunate place. Yarsi looked at the girl riding beside him. - With a military initiative, - he said. — And what are your impressions? She shrugged her shoulders and gave him a wary look. - Creepy. Do you think this fight is new to you? - That's what's new. For the first time I see how people turn into the walking dead. Really creepy. Until then, I had only met living skeletons. They were very old, but they moved as if they were alive - Yarsi decided not to mention about the inhabitants of Reeta.

Then she walked up to me, viciously grinding her foot into my wound, using my blood as ink to press down her handprint. After finishing all this, she revealed a cruel smile. "Let him go," she ordered the security guards before saying to me, "John, you know? Your look of despair was just like your mother's before she died. On the day I went to court to declare you dead, I deliberately delivered the good news to your mother. Who would have thought that she'd be so frail? She passed away due to a heart attack." Nora did not have an ounce of pity on her face, only provocation.

And then there they are, the zombies, walking around, some were alone, some were packed together, with their heads moving right and left, as if searching for something, probably searching for their prey. Unlike those zombies we see on movie screens, these zombies are not walking dead. They have wounds and horrible faces, but they are not dead and pale, they still have colors in their body. If you look at their wounds closely, they got their wounds because of their aggressiveness when they were still not turned into zombies, and some wounds are as if because they got into a fight. If you will take a closer look and diagnosis at them, you'll see that they are not walking deads like those zombi

I ask, trying to remember if I've ever seen either of them around before. The younger girl has her long black hair tied back in a thick braid down her back, and her eyes are dull and gray, testament to the fact that she's survived for so long. Nobody looks like a beauty queen these days. In fact, many of the survivors look like little more than dead people walking, which is horribly ironic since the world's demise came at the hands of the walking dead.