Pretty Much Dead Already Walking Dead Novels & Stories

While she flaunted the gifts she received from Peter, she also took photos of me in my unsightly condition. Her captions only got snarkier with every post. "Can someone tell me when she'll be meeting her maker?" "Spending a dead person's money delightfully. It's time to be extravagant." "How can one torment someone in a vegetative state without leaving a trace?" Flustered, Selena tried to tear the papers up. "Bitch, you fabricated these!" I watched her calmly as she tore at the papers like a madwoman. "Tear them up all you want. I've made copies of them."

The only person that matters in my life is gone, and now I'm left with nothing. I hear a low gnarl, surely, the gunshot must have attracted more zombies. My fists tighten as I turn to the few day walkers shuffling to me. There's a chill feeling of anger running down my spine at the moment I felt like a beast, aggressive like one of those cannibals.

GALINA POV THE WALK back to the dormitories was filled with nothing but a blur. I didn’t feel myself or anything about me. I was just a zombie that was putting a foot in front of the other and moving forward with no clear sense of direction. When I walked by, I heard small murmurs and saw people throwing dirty glances my way and was totally unfazed by them!

I jerked off when the other military wagon behind us is currently shooting those people with a body of a dead. I wanted to scream loudly but instead, I felt the impulses of vomiting surging from my stomach. Gross to think, but I badly needed to eject and puke this out in my mouth after noticing some people walking with an enormous crater in their womb, and others are surely having a great time screwing their eyes out. Oh, fuck! "People who got saturated with the rain earlier will become like that. We called them walkers and they're already undead. Zombies, they say. And if you got bitten by them, foresee that you'll gonna be one of them in less than an hour."

Instead of moving to get out of the tree, Alec just looks at me. “Well, come on!” I lower myself to the next branch, the pine needles catching in my coat. “Winter.” I look up at him. “You’re not seriously thinking about running, are you?” “No.” He shakes his head once. “But I want you to know what we’re about to walk into. These people… they’re killers. They’re here for blood.” A shiver runs through me. He’s giving me a chance to save myself, but I can’t do that. How could I ever live with myself if I ran away and abandoned everyone?

It was like they had all walked into a tsunami, and their painful shrieks filled the whole atmosphere. After what seems like forever, everything becomes calm, friendly, silent, and still. I blink several times, my eyes examining the damage I have done. I was breathing heavily, blood was covering my body, and my brain was trying to process what had just happened. Some minutes ago, there were thousands of creatures here in front of us. But now, everything has returned to normal. All around me, the dead body of the wendigo, Nazgul, and the burning bones of the skeleton fill the ground.

Nodding my head, I murmured to myself. "Yes," they said in unison. I walked around the place with anger and wrath, several dead bodies were lying on the ground. Using my leg I tried kicking them gently to know if they could in any way turn or wake up. I squatted a bit as I shook one of them, a disgusting smell was coming out from them. It seems like they have been dead for weeks now because the smell erupting from them is horrible. "It looks like there has been an attack for weeks now," I blurted out.

In a dim corner outside the church, where faces blurred into shadow, Alexander watched us finish the ceremony. But he never summoned the courage to offer even one word of congratulations. Later, he turned and walked slowly into the fading dusk. Yellow leaves drifted down onto his shoulders, blending him into the lonely autumn wind. Meanwhile, Charles and I walked forward into a life that would remain full and happy.

Small stones embedded themselves into my flesh and, mixed with my tears, caused excruciating pain—like salt being rubbed into my wounds. I writhed on the ground, howling in agony like a mad dog on the verge of death, while they laughed and mocked me. “An estate worth millions, and she thought she could take it from us. Let’s see if she lives long enough to spend a dime.” “Jenn, she’s not moving anymore. Do you think we went too far? What if this gets messy?” I felt a flicker of hope—maybe Marcus still had a shred of conscience left.

The campus was eerily quiet save for the occasional distant groans of the undead. Joseph darted through the shadows, his breath ragged but controlled. The sweat dripping down his forehead stung his eyes, but he kept moving. Behind him, the faint but distinct sound of shuffling footsteps echoed. It wasn’t just any zombie; he had already realized that this one was different.