Terminus On Walking Dead Novels & Stories

He glared at me one last time, then walked off to make a phone call. I already knew who he was calling. It had to be Jane, my adopted sister and the favorite daughter. It was the same girl who had taken everything from me in my past life. I did not care what they planned in secret. I hummed a tune as I called the funeral company. I opened the gates of the Jameson villa and held a grand funeral with no bodies. The funeral had barely begun when several tattooed men stormed in. Their leader grabbed my collar, lifted me, and glared as he threw down a thick stack of IOUs.

At all the lives Torres is about to end. She makes her choice. Emma runs. Straight at Torres. Enhanced speed kicking in. Faster than she's ever moved. The guards react. Too slow. Emma reaches Torres. Tackles him away from the terminal. They crash to the floor. Torres fights back. He's enhanced too. Stronger than she expected. They roll. Punch. Claw. Emma's hands find his throat. Squeeze. "Stop the countdown," she gasps. "Now." Torres smiles. Blood on his teeth. "Too late. It's already started. Ten minutes. Then this whole place becomes a crater. And you. Me. Everyone. We all die together."

Now, I was walking out with Jessica beside me and a gun in my hand. Terrence motioned toward the car up ahead. “We’ll keep them there until the cops show up.” I didn’t answer. My mind was somewhere else on Jessica, who looked scared as hell. Terrence led the two men to the very bank of the river beside the warehouse, and forced them to their knees again.

I never thought this bloodline law would be ruining my life. "Thank you for always being a good friend Beta Saul. I must be going now. I have a few documents to look over before I head out." Alpha Kam says after patting my back, as if we were actually friends. Then speaks over his shoulder as he walked away, "Teresa you may head back to your room now." The little pup walked away, heading to front doors instead of the stairs.

"The termination sequence Marcus triggered is a recursive algorithm. It’s eating through the outer firewall subdirectories one sector at a time. If it reaches the primary core matrix, the hub’s life support systems will vent the oxygen reserves into the mantle." ​"It won't reach the core," Vivian said. ​Her administrative voice returned to its default, calculation-driven slate, though her bare right hand was still smeared with drying crimson from the glass scanner. Stripping off the heavy ballistic winter coat that Julian had wrapped around her, she walked toward the central master terminal rising from the center of the staging dock.

"Where are we?" I looked up at the street sign. "Chicago. We're in Chicago." "That's three hundred miles from Blackwood territory." Through the bond, I felt Kael's awareness sharpen. He knew I was back. He was coming. But so was something else. The portal we'd come through hadn't closed. Instead, it was growing, spreading like a wound in reality. And through it, I could see them coming. Wendigos. Void Walkers. Things without names. The breach hadn't been sealed.

"We're all going to die." "Maybe." I straightened. "But we're dying on our terms. Fighting back. Not on our knees in a warehouse." The officers began planning specifics. Team assignments. Supply distribution. Routes through the tunnels. I listened with half attention, my focus on the map. Blackwood territory. Where this all started. Where Marcus had taken me. Where the brothers had tried to save me. Where everything fell apart. Now I was going back to burn it down. "Maya." Elena touched my arm. "Can we talk? Privately?"

“He took the Ghost over the cliff. He’s in the water.” Bastien slumped against a mahogany pillar, his face pale. “The Elders… they’ve already called an emergency Moot at the base of the cliffs. They felt the shift, Arielle. They felt the Alpha’s mind shatter. They aren’t coming to help him. They’re coming to execute the Termination Protocol.” In the Roux pack, an Alpha who went permanently feral was considered a walking plague. If Girard couldn’t master the beast, the law stated he had to be put down by his own vanguard to protect the secret of the bloodline.

They stuck to the shadows, weaving between overturned benches and the skeletal remains of old campus structures. Luke stumbled, his body still weak from the serum. Mira tightened her grip on his arm, practically dragging him forward. “You’ve got this,” she whispered, her tone gentle but firm. Ahead of them, Joseph held up a hand, signaling for them to stop. He crouched low, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the path ahead. A small group of zombies milled around near the old cafeteria, their movements slow but purposeful. “We go around,” Joseph whispered, gesturing toward a side path partially obscured by overgrown bushes.

He built the contingencies because he knew you'd need them. Xander kept walking toward the override terminal. He kept walking because the alternative was giving the Echo what it needed, which was for him to stop, and he was not going to give Sterling's frequency ghost the satisfaction of stopping him in a basement. "Silas," he said, through his teeth. "Still on the node," Silas said. His voice was controlled in the way that controlled voices were controlled when they were working against something. "Still holding." "Sarah." "Thirty meters from the terminal, walking," she said.