Season Two Walking Dead Game Novels & Stories

Johnny teased with his signature smirk when Lucas entered the meeting room. “Beta,” Lucas clapped back without blinking internally pleased when Johnny grumbled. Turning away from his best friend, he found Sierra and Bobby near the head of the table discussing something on Bobby’s tablet. Behind them, the screens they had installed showed the local and national news along with weather forecasts and video feeds across the pack territory. Lucas spared it a momentary glance but not much else. The weather looked to be finally warming up. A young woman had been found dead near a national park and all was quiet on the borders of the pack territory.

He just wiped his bloody dagger clean, eyes locked and stormy. In this cursed game, switching zones was like trying to climb to heaven barefoot. Either grind until you drop for a pass or drop a fortune on black market trash. They'd been stuck here a week, just trying to get through. Then came the buzzing—low at first, then louder. "What is that?" Howie glanced up, jumpy. Darren's frown deepened. He followed the sound. Down the path, a girl in a ragged tee and ponytail wobbled toward them on a beat-up scooter.

Daniel is patient and smart, nobody knows when or how he is going to come back. Outside the mansion, a car parks three blocks away. Daniel sits in the driver's seat, studying photos of the mansion's new security installations. Motion sensors, reinforced windows, guards at the gate. They're scared, more reasons he needs to attack. He pulls out his phone and dials a number. "It's time for phase two," he says when someone answers. "I want them to know I'm coming." He hangs up and starts the car. Tomorrow, Damien Lancaster will receive his first direct message. The game is about to begin in earnest.

I slammed the door again, my jealousy burning. I hacked the console, testing the lock. Sparks flew, but it held. “Damn it!” I cursed, pacing faster. My mind spun—Vera’s rise, my fall. A comms crackle—Selene’s voice. “Phase two’s live,” she said. I froze, listening. What’s phase two? My heart raced, trapped and clueless. The room shook—another explosion. I stumbled, clutching the chair. “What’s happening?” I muttered, my voice shaky. The screen showed chaos—Moonveil advancing.

in the real world. But as the light settled, a shadow appeared in the doorway. It wasn't a guard, and it wasn't a Scrap-Lord. It was a woman in a tattered hockey jersey, her eyes a familiar, piercing Violet. It was the Alpha-Prime 2.0. She hadn't been deleted in the crash. She had "Downloaded" herself into the Director’s backup drive, and she was holding a "Master-Format" trigger. "The game is in Sudden Death," the 2.0 said, her voice a chilling echo of Elara’s own. "And I’ve just been hired by the New Management."

I screamed. Through the bond, Kael felt it. His howl was pure anguish as he threw himself at the nearest wendigo with renewed fury. When Dr. Rhodes released me, I collapsed gasping. “It’s done. The babies are hidden. But it’ll only last a few hours.” The lead wendigo stopped, confused. It looked at me, around, then back clearly unable to feel the twins anymore. “Where did the lights go?” it hissed. “Bought us time,” Marion said, driving her blade through another wendigo’s chest. The creature disintegrated. “Fall back to the vehicles! Move!”

Everyone’s face was cold, eyes burning with the determination of making it to the end of the second trial games. I cleared my throat, fixing my eyes back on Master Creighton who opened the scroll as the words rolled off his mouth. “The theme for the second trial game is— Hunting the wounded bat” What was that supposed to mean? Where we supposed to hunt animals? If that were the case, then I would fail because the idea of hunting was new to me. “The purpose of this second game isn't only to fight for the sceptre, it is to teach you how to protect your land against intruders. And by intruders, I mean, vampires and their monstrous hybrids”

Scott said quietly, nodding at me. And just like that, they vanished before my eyes. They had already suffered enough in life. How could they die all over again because of me? I crouched on the ground, crying so hard I nearly fainted. The familiar mechanical voice rang out once more. "Congratulations, player. You have successfully cleared the horror game instance "Family of Four." Reward: Revival. Preparing to transport the player back to the real world. Countdown begins: 10, 9, 8..."

Wade Carter, Jasmine Cole's male best friend, was a useless bum who couldn't muster the guts to kill even a single, regular zombie even though it'd been three years since the apocalypse. However, he was now ordering me around like he was a king. I heard his voice coming from the military-grade walkie-talkie as he arrogantly said, "Don't just stand there, Jason! You heard Jasmine! Move it! Run right to the eastern ruins and distract the Tier Six zombies! "You'll never hear the end of it if they scratch the vehicle's bulletproof glass and get in my way of going to the inner city!" The b*stards were yelling at me from the safety of the vehicle. The zombie virus was quickly spreading through my

He felt bad to leave her out like that, especially after already upsetting her so far. He took a deep breath. "Rose, do you wanna watch?" He asked. "Eh?" She surely was shocked. 'Maybe I shouldn't have asked…' "Umm… Sure." Rose moved to sit close to Matthew. Matthew moved over a bit to give her some room. Then his eyes were locked on the screen. The logo of the company working on the game showed up on the television that was connected. CRIMSON GAMES A scene of mountains, deserts, snow, ocean, forests, spooky grave yards played on the television in one smooth flow of the camera zooming it until it stopped at an open field of grass. Then a young woman in a suit showed up from the corner of the