Ron Anderson Walking Dead Novels & Stories

GINGER "How are things going?" Tyler asked after I'd been doing my job for a couple days. "Really good, actually!" I replied cheerfully. "So you don't mind all the tedious data entry?" "No, not at all, actually! The stuff I'm learning is so interesting. Like, I always thought werewolves were immune to almost anything, but there are all these crazy things that can happen to them. Like one doctor observed a werewolf that stopped being able to heal quickly, except when there was a full moon. The doctor decided the guy had bad blood, and they actually ended up chopping off his balls so he couldn't reproduce and pass on the defect."

It was just the end of one battle in a war that was only getting bloodier. He glanced at Leah, who was gripping her knees, lost in her own storm. “We’ll get him back,” he said quietly. But the look in his eyes said he wasn’t sure if that was true. And somewhere, out there in the smoke and ruin, Andrew Walker was still moving, still hunting, still planning the next move in a game none of them could afford to lose. Far behind them, under the rubble, a faint sound crackled through a damaged comm link….Ghost’s voice, weak but alive: “…Still here…”

Uncle Jesse pulled up a few feet away from Lana’s door. He had dropped Rhonda off ten minutes ago. She seemed to have had a good time. Before Dax and Lana could get out of the Cherokee, the front porch light came on along with the lights that lined the walkway. The front door swung open. Mr. Anderson stepped out on the porch – with a gun holstered on his hip. “Oh, good grief,” Lana moaned as she placed her hand over her face.

'Just remember that the rich people will test you on what kind of person you are, so be wise around you. Suddenly what Manager Nora said to me before came to my mind. So I put it back on top of the mini-refrigerator. I'll just ask Mr. Anderson about what the money's for. But the next morning when I woke up, Mr. Anderson was not around. I went to the garage and one of his five cars was gone. He has left for work already. I hope he's not busy today so he can go home early and so I can tell him the money I found on the mini-fridge. I thought I was just dreaming but when I woke up it was still where I landed last night so it's true.

Warriors were gathered all around, Anderson was there too. “Babe!” Roman had tears run down his face and he pulled Adeth into his arms. His body shook and sobs broke through the room. “So sorry, babe. So sorry.” Was all she kept saying in repeat. Anderson walked to me and nodded in greeting. “How are you doing, Luna? It's a whole lot to take.” “I am surprised and also in pain. Thorton was a kind man, so kind and good.” I said tears were spilling down my face.

Her back is in shreds, but she’s alive and I know I need to get her to the pack hospital. I look around. It feels like the entire canyon was on fire with all the ash in the air. Cara’s power wiped out the remaining vampires. As I look around, many warriors on our side are getting up but on the other side, where Angel wasn’t able to block Cara’s aura, many wolves are unconscious. I’m hoping because they are part of Cara’s pack, that there is some level of protection offered them. As I watch, I see Anders walking over to Clint’s body. He falls to his knees beside his lifelong friend, pulling his dead body to his chest. I can see his body convulsing with his grief from here.

That body becomes its prison and its home, tethered even beyond death. For most, it is a blessing. The ultimate salvation. A key to Ajooni—transcendence beyond the cycle of suffering. But for others, it is a curse. An unshakable shackle. Zander King was the Death Wolf’s Soul Corona. Its final human form. And that was why he could fight it, wrestle back control. No other host in history had ever managed such a feat. Not even Thaneous. A scream tore from Zander’s lips, his eyes flickering between the beast’s crimson and his own tormented brown before settling—finally—on brown. He gasped, dragging himself forward, his limbs trembling, his breath ragged.

She sighed and stared at the young boy’s firm eyes. “Fine. You can properly bury your mother but we need to burn her body. We still don’t know anything about zombies. It just still the first day of the apocalypse” Andrea Su said. She was about to turn around but she noticed Psyche Flint’s changing reactions. Psyche Flint just watched the confrontation between Lincoln Joe and Andrea Su but something unexpected happened. She noticed that, on her sight, Lincoln Joe’s body turned transparent and blood veins were visible to her eyes. The blood flows on Lincoln Joe’s body thumped like a heartbeat.

she asked walking closer to him “Help me guys!” Rachael called out, they went over to her where she knelt with Uzor lying unconscious, and Arnold placed Uzor on the couch “He is bleeding” Yvonne said as she saw the cut on his rib “We need to treat that” Rachael said, Arnold placed his hand there and the injury healed up “He is just unconscious… he will be fine soon” Arnold said then walked out of the house to get rid of the bodies of the werewolves he killed…

Brie watched as Mr Anderson's silhouette hovered by the window, bending over and vomiting violently on their porch. After a long second of watching him, she realized he was just like the others. He was insane, thirsty for blood. He may be a feeble man, but if this virus got anywhere near them it would be game over. He stood, staggering towards the window that led to their living room. He stepped back, and then Brie gasped as she saw him lunge forward. "Get back in the basement!" She yelled, pushing Melissa forward and watching as Mr Anderson dived into the window with all his might.