Pretty Much Dead Already Walking Dead Novels & Stories

“How many more are there?” “More what?” he asks. He looks around the carnage in the room, but it’s like he doesn’t register it. There’s no fear or shock or surprise. His eyes are blank and lifeless. “Are you doing that to him?” I ask. Zael shakes his head. “He’s a zombie.” “A zombie?” “Yes. It’s old witchcraft. Necromancy. He’s literally a walking corpse.” “Oh, that’s just fan-fucking-tastic,” Glenn says. “How do we kill them?”

Walker took a sip of coffee from his thermos and sighed. “I’m a dead man, Evans...” Evans rolled his eyes, “Stop with the dramatics. We’re going to be OK. What do you see?” Walker thought about it and decided he had no choice but to tell them. It was for the best—maybe they could help. “We’re at the ball and we’re doing the thing and then I die...that’s it..I’m dead.” Metgar moved closer, “Details, Walker...” Walker jumped off the tailgate of the truck and threw his hands up in the air.

That was why Xiao Chen could kill him easily. The existence time of the Walking Corpse or the Corpse Puppet could not decide the strength of their Malicious Grudge. Some Walking Corpses had existed for a hundred years, but they might still have only twenty more years of Malicious Grudge. Such cases were quite normal, actually. It was usually because this kind of Walking Corpses was usually not very strong when they were alive, or they didn't hold much Malicious Grudge when they died, or because of many other reasons. They always had a slow absorption rate of Malicious Grudge and their upper limit of absorption was also not that much.

The pungent smell of their bodies was so strong that Aiden could smell it from so far out. “Walkers!” Aiden soon realised what they were once he spotted them. Walkers were the lowest form of Undead. They were easy to deal with for any strong Beastman and usually Aiden would not have bothered with them, but he was currently injured and could barely move a muscle. He wouldn’t be able to deal with them! This wasn’t the right time!

DAWN’S POV I was seated in the throne room, watching as the elders and gammas of my pack whispered among themselves, unable to believe that their alpha was dead. I assured them that he was dead, but they demanded to see his body. "I want to see his body! How can we believe he is dead without seeing his body?" one of the gammas said, with a tinge of desperation in his voice. "You don't need to see his body. Trust me, he's dead," I replied with a cold tone, trying to hide my smile.

Stellan Montclair was alive. He shoved the lid aside and sat up in the coffin. His face was deathly white, his lips had gone purple, and his eye sockets were sunken deep. He looked like a corpse that had just crawled out of its own grave. The potion had only just worn off, and his body was still dangerously weak. Even opening his eyes took visible effort. "I'm... not dead..." The words scraped out of him, faint as a dying flame.

"Your Highness, dead bodies are walking," he said in a rush. The guard is pale and looked scared. Raphael and Angoori ran outside and were shocked to see an army of dead and decaying people walking towards the Raven palace. Their bodies are muddy as if they just came from inside a grave. Bones can be seen in their half-decayed bodies. Most of them are just walking skeletons, and the rest are in the process of decaying. Irina is leading them in the front. She looked happy at herself.

It was surrounded by those 'walkers', stumbling around like they were in a trance. "What are they?" He breathed out, staring in disbelief. He chugged some water, letting out a sigh of hydrated relief. "They call them walkers." She pointed the screen down slightly to allow him to see easier and switched to the website she was reading. "There's information on them, finally." As Adam read, she watched his expression change from confused to terrified. "This is like an actual zombie movie." He spluttered, barely able to get his words out. Behind them, a stirring caught their attention.

It might seem effortless to lay down on the ground hiding but I haven't eaten anything in the last 24hrs. I can feel it right above me. Its shadow looming over me as death stands before as it took a step and walks away... HUH? HUH?? [Play Dead has reached level 2] OHH Mighty! Stop. Let's not waste time and escape as soon as possible. We never know when it may come back again. [Absorbtion complete] [50 Essence Recieved] [Do you wish to use the available Essence?] Good timing! Let's see how this Essence works.

I let out a warning growl, but Tayler seemed frightened. “They say the dead are walking,” Taylor added, backing away. “Not all of them, but enough. And not as ghosts. As weapons. There is blood being sacrificed, a lot of blood. There is fear and anger. There are screams, there are whimpers. But neither one of them makes sense. Everything just seems to hold its breath.” Ethan’s breath hitched. “This doesn't make sense. Why would they be walking? What is it that they want?”