The Long Walk Novels & Stories

He walked like a man with a destination in mind, his steps confident and sure, while Callie struggled to keep up behind him. Her legs were beginning to burn. Not terribly, but she could feel the strain in her thighs and calves. They'd been walking for what seemed like forever, though it probably hadn't been more than twenty or thirty minutes. Still, it felt endless. The path stretched on ahead of them, winding through trees and around rocks, always leading somewhere she couldn't quite see.

And they fell on rooftops, blanketing the old buildings in white. Pedestrians on the road bundled up tightly in their winter coats, hurrying along as if trying to escape the harsh cold brought by the heavy snow. Only southerners who had never seen snow before frolicked in it. Cora was one of them.

She giggled, pounding her fists playfully against his chest. "Bad influence? This whole plan was your idea, babe. I only went along with it to make you laugh." Then, they kissed. Right there in the hallway, like no one else existed. I felt hollow. I felt like my soul had cracked open and drained out onto the carpet. I didn't speak, didn't lose it. Instead, I just turned and walked out the front doors with Riley. The night air was cool, but it cut through me like glass. Each gust of wind felt like it was slicing straight through my chest.

Snow fell heavily that night, and he watched as the last light in the villa went out. In the end, he never caught a glimpse of me. … The snow fell for three days, and Luke and I lost ourselves in each other the entire time. At the same time, Nathan also stayed outside for three solid days. On the fourth day, the snow finally cleared. When Luke took me out for fresh air, Nathan stepped right in front of the car. His face was deathly pale, and even his voice trembled. "Willow, please come home with me." There was more emotion in his voice than I had ever heard, more so than when he found out that Lily was coming back.

When I regained consciousness, I saw my father walking toward me. I froze in place, unsure of how to react. It was only when he walked through me that I realized that he couldn't see me. "Happy birthday, Queenie!" I watched as he patted my cousin, Queenie Anderson's head with a smile and handed her a prettily wrapped-up gift. "Thank you, Uncle Ben!" Queenie's birthday was seven days after mine. All of a sudden, it dawned on me that I had been dead for seven days.

I had to. We’d been walking for days, the coordinates from the radio transmission our only guide. Ben had argued that we should take a longer route, one that would let us avoid the worst of the wasteland’s dangers, but I had insisted we take the direct path. We didn’t have time to waste. My leg wasn’t going to hold up much longer, and our supplies were almost gone. Every moment we spent out here was another moment closer to death.

He explained but he didn’t look up for even a moment. “why is it still going to take so long. I thought we had covered a long distance already. We’ve been walking for over five days. We really don’t he slot of time.” I sounded grumpy and I didn’t intend to but we really have been moving for so long. We should have covered a lot of distance by now. It just didn’t make any sense to me why it was still so far. I could literally see the frost mountains each time I looked up. “I know my Luna. My Luna but woods is nothing like the roads in the pack. It’s thick and covered with vegetation that we cannot make our way through easily.”

The old woman uttered as they walked away from her. Camilla and Waylen had been walking for two hours now without stopping. They needed to reach the Bronx pack before nightfall. Don't they want to spend another day wandering around the forest. Since they know their way home, it will be very easy for them because they will be taking a short cut around the forest then to the Bronx pack. Waylen had noticed how sad Camilla had been all those whiles that even if he cracked jokes that she was supposed to laugh in, she wouldn't but keep quiet and keep her face lost in the ocean of sadness and waylen hate seeing her looking like this.

She was the least likely person to run away for a weekend tryst with the enemy. She was glad for the long walk home. She would shift eventually to shorten the trek but for now, she wanted to walk alone. The sky was clear, and the bite of winter whispered on the wind, hinting at its inevitability. It wouldn't be long now before the roads were covered and travel would be near impossible.

A sound much similar to the flowing waters of a gentle stream filled the ears of every Walker as a large river of blood engulfed the desert. The river was several meters long and stretched as far as the eye could see, going beyond the confines of the desert and even extending to the land after it! It truly was a sea, for it had no end and no beginning. It was as vast as it was deep. The Walkers began to slowly sink into the thick, viscuous sea of blood. They tried to resist the fall but couldn’t do anything other than prolong their inevitable fate.