The Long Walk Novels & Stories

The walk back to our pack lands took two days. We moved like ghosts through the trees, our feet heavy, our mouths shut. We didn't hunt. We didn't talk. We just walked, keeping our eyes on the ground, listening to the sound of Rylan’s ragged breathing and the steady, dragging scrape of Kael’s boots.

I stood there in silence, long enough for the snow to blanket the ground, long enough for a decade of passion and resentment to vanish like snowflakes in the wind. At last, when he seemed to feel my presence and our gazes locked, I walked away. For a fleeting moment, clarity flickered in his eyes, and he took a step to follow, but was quickly swallowed by a tide of jumbled memories. He grasped at a snow rabbit that happened by, asking, "Have you seen my Fiona?" I slipped away into the night, leaving the North to its Fiona-less fate, under a sky painted with crimson auroras.

And then, she saw them. Figures. Not humans, and not wolves. They moved with a jagged, insect-like grace along the vertical faces of the canyons. They were draped in rags the color of dried blood, and their eyes—wide and pale—did not reflect the light. They were the Glass-Walkers, the descendants of the scouts who had been abandoned in the canyons during the Great Drought. "They're not attacking," Mara whispered, peering through a brass telescope. "They're... following us. Like a funeral procession."

“Good. One hour. Wear shoes for walking. Some places are hard.” The walk group was small. Selene, me, and two warriors Marcus and Jen. They said hi nice when Selene told them my name. “We start west border,” Selene said when we walked in the forest. “Go north, then back. Three hours.” The forest was pretty. Sun came through leaves. Birds sang. It smelled good. Selene walked with me and showed things. “Those white stones are the line. We look if someone moved them.” “What moves them?”

"Mia, we're leaving. We don't need Daddy anymore. Okay?" "Okay." We packed our things and walked out. I never looked back.

As a show of sincerity, I'd wait until I got back to resolve this face-to-face. Declan, kicked out and without a place to go, found himself utterly miserable. He had nowhere to return to, no money, and for the next five days, all he could do was wander through parks. On the rare occasion when things were better, he could find an empty bench under a streetlamp and get a few hours of sleep. But on the bad nights, he couldn't even rest, always wary of local thugs who might try to mess with him.

Ava was in her room, reading up on her laptop of loads of information on Spirit Walkers. There was nothing new from what she had learned from the night before. She was growing frustrated with the lack of knowledge that she felt that she should know. It was not the only thing that was bothering her, but also her friend, Dustin. She felt lost when it came to him. She pushed herself out of her desk, “I think, I should take a walk.”

Walker-That shit is not gonna walk. Luke- yeah. It can crawl. I got stuck at some point, thinking what he meant by it'll crawl when I saw the typo. I had typed walk instead of work. Walker- you bitch! Luke- you'll do worse. Walker - you need to see this. I texted, taking an unlawful picture of Steyn sleeping and sending it to him. Luke- she's dang pretty. Walker- Thought so too. I texted back, pocketing my phone. "You've caught the Darius disease." I whispered in Steyn's ear, rousing her from sleep.

Despite the fact that they could see the green reflection of light at the end of the tunnel each time they went through it, it still took them almost ten hours of brisk walking, with only a few stops to rest, to reach it. There was nothing to see in the tunnel per se, as it was mostly dark, illuminated only by the very faint reflection of the green light yonder. They also did not meet any other creatures on the way, save for a large rat, which was startled by their presence and disappeared screeching ahead of them. By the time they finally reached and stepped through the green light for the last time, Duncan was about ready to collapse with exhaustion. The werewolves though, hardly showed an

We had been walking for two days, but it felt like a week. I doubted we could ever reach the rebellion within a month, not unless we could get horses. Walking over mountains and through forests by foot was a tedious affair, and my feet had blisters from the sweat that made them slippery in my boots. Otis had thought it wiser not to stop and rest for too long since the hunter we met back at Mirra would have gone over the rip. He had an army at his side and horses, making them fast and dangerous.