Ron Anderson Walking Dead Novels & Stories

Massaging my forehead, I gnash, "Deena, where's my pack?" Wilson enters the lab, and I ask, "Why are you here?" Glaring at Deena, he answers, "We have a problem." I tell Delilah, "I'll be back." We get into the SUV, and I ask Wilson. "What happened?" "Deena cursed our pack." "What?" Wilson shakes his head, then speeds to my lakehouse. The stench hits me before we enter. My heart races as I rush inside. Micah is dead and rotting. His corpse is that of a werewolf. Andrew is also in his werewolf form. He's dying because he cannibalized Micah.

I hear a moaning sound as I reach the huge lump. It is Anderson, lying face down, blood seeping from his head. “Crap! Oh, crap!” I turn him over, carefully, trying not to injure him even more. “Are you okay? What on earth happened?!” His eyes are dazed, and he mumbles something. I look around the dark tunnel. How am I supposed to leave him here and go for help? Clearly, he was just attacked. “Wake up!” I nudge him. “Come on! This isn’t the time to be playing dead!”

Three hours later, we raided all the churches and found the Death’s Temple hunters - all but Katherine and the raven-haired bitch. “Well, there’s torture at least,” I say, stringing one of them up against a barb-wired fence around the perimeter of the last church we’re searching. “I know you like that bit.” “It relieves my stress,” Andreas says, snapping a head clean off and stomping on it. “These cunts deserve so much more than a quick death.” “Fucking hear you, brother,” I say, just as I catch the faintest whiff of caramel on the breeze… before hearing the light thrumming of two heartbeats.

Rendall is still on his knees panting but his eyes are still on it. In the area with no trees, a huge number of werewolves lies. By lying, I mean, dead werewolves who were stacked up.

Ronald whispered urgently, aligning with Denzel's unspoken concern. As the police cars began to pull away, Denzel and Ronald took off on foot, their werewolf agility enabling them to navigate the streets swiftly. Within mere seconds, they reunited with Nira and Cordelia. Cordelia, sensing the tension, asked, "What's going on?" Quickly, Denzel or Ronald filled them in on the unfolding situation—the police searching for Nira, the murder victim, and the escalating danger that they've found themselves in. Cordelia's eyes widened with concern, and Nira instinctively dug her nails into her palm.

The morning sun barely penetrated the haze of dust and decay that hung over the desolate campus. Shadows danced across the rubble-strewn ground as the tension in the air thickened. The group—Joseph, Luke, Mira, Collins, Jeff, Favour, and Sarah—stood trapped in a suffocating circle of fear. Akin stood at the center, flanked by his sentient zombie and a horde of undead, their vacant, lifeless eyes trained on their prey.

Slowly, I turned back toward him. “Mr. Shelton, I...” Anderson quickly lifted a finger to his lips. His movements instantly sharpened with caution as he walked to the door and cracked it open slightly, checking outside. His wolf instincts were fully alert, scanning for danger. Only after a few seconds did he shut the door again. Then he walked toward me and sat beside the bed. “Don’t call me that here,” he said softly. “Call me Andy.” I frowned weakly. “Andy?” “There are still people looking for you,” he explained quietly. “I don’t know if they’re trying to help you or finish what someone started.”

Not one bit. They encountered a few stray zombies on the two day walk home, but Rex handled things quickly and without mishap. It was as if dealing with walking corpses had become second nature to him. Kendra thought about mentioning the look in the eyes of the zombies who had surrounded the tree that she’d climbed into for safety, but then thought better of it. That conversation could wait for another day.

The man was about to pull the trigger when a huge black wolf came out of nowhere and practically ripped off his upper body. “Aaron”, Delancy sighed in relief Our partner! “He’s here to save us,” Rhea cheered as we watched Cronus chase after Wendell, who seemed unfazed. “Look who we have here. The big alla bad. It took a while, huh?” said Wendell. He looked back and screamed. "Now!"

I nodded as the former Luna spoke, grateful for her presence and experience. I grabbed Coral’s hand in mine and took up space directly behind the guardian wolves. We walked through the wooded area, the cool fall breeze whipping through my hair. With each step that we took, Anders’ pain got stronger and stronger. But I could also feel him fighting. Grey was a strong wolf and I knew that, despite how much pain Anders was in, he was healing. The initial panic from the severity of Anders’ injuries was subsiding and I could only hope that it was because he was improving.