The Stalking Dead Novels & Stories

He watched Joshua—the man who had become a ghost, a survivor, and a stranger. As the blue fire began to fade, Joshua sat by the entrance of the cave. He held the flare gun in his lap, his eyes scanning the dark. He didn't see the wolves. But he heard the clicking. The sound of high-frequency vibration blades. The Stalkers were here. And they hadn't come for Richard. They had come to collect their doctor. Joshua felt a cold, sharp point press against the back of his neck. "Time to go home, Doc," a voice whispered from the shadows.

Leo whispered, his hand going to the jagged shard of Syndicate steel at his belt. ​"I see six," Elena’s voice was a ghost in his ear. "Wait... make that twelve. They’re using active camouflage, Leo. They’re blurring the air around them. They’re not Syndicate. They’re Colony Stalkers." ​The first Stalker moved with terrifying speed. One moment, there was nothing but the smell of ozone and wet pavement; the next, a blade of shimmering, vibrating plasma was inches from Leo’s throat. ​Leo didn’t move his head. He moved his center of gravity.

And trust me when I say I don't want to get up but I also don't want to wake my baby up, which is kinda impossible because nothing can wake him up until he wants to but still I got up and finally answered the call without looking who was calling. "Hello!" Silence. Nobady answered. Ugh! "Who the fudge is this? You can't do this for your whole life. I should have guessed it was you. Stalker! Stop calling me. Just drop it. It's creepy dude." The other line still stayed silent. "What the fudge is your problem? Why can't you just stalk me in the evening or even night, anything but morning. I mean come on, I am not a morning person, so just drop it." I said and cut the call.

Playing dead wouldn’t do me any fucking favors. I crawled to one of the display cabinets in the back. I used my elbow to break the glass, while Alpha Lex was busy kicking Eve against her stomach. He was so fucking focused on killing his ex that he paid no attention to me. It was like he was seeing red, and I knew he would kill her. I grabbed one of the silver blades, and it burned my hand, but I didn’t fucking care. I pushed myself up and removed a large shard of glass from my shoulder.

I furiously said. “Why would I tell you? I’m not slow. Whatever I say will be against me. So, letting you figure it out makes things more interesting— don’t you think.” Brad began to laugh. Every time we moved closer, Brad gently squeezed the trigger. We are dead if we try anything. I glanced at my coworker, who was on the ground bleeding from the back. Fuck. “Why stalked women?? Why those people specifically?” I asked. “Stalking is such a strong word; I prefer INTENSE RESEARCH OF AN INDIVIDUAL,” Brad stated as he pulled the trigger. I fell onto my knees— I began to black out.

It’s the closest I’m going to get to her for the time being. The weather is extremely beautiful tonight as I walk the street a great distance behind her, making sure she doesn’t see me because if she does, then I’m fucked and I’ll never get her back. All I want to do is see her and get a glimpse of her to make sure she’s okay, but by the way, she’s staggering her steps, I can tell she’s fucking drunk. I hate how I’ve fucking hurt her, and I just want to make it right, but I have no fucking idea how to begin to redeem myself right now. She won’t talk to me. She won’t listen to me. She won’t even look at me. So, for now, the only thing I can do is what I do best, and that is stalking her, so I

"Eleanor." On the first night after moving in, I met an old friend of mine whom I hadn't seen for years—Rhianne Shaw. "Well, I certainly didn't expect you to be the first to come and visit me." Trembling, I tried to get out of bed. Rhianne touched her hair, her eyes swollen red. "Who said I came alone? We're all here." She stepped aside, revealing Ivor and Jeffrey behind her. Everyone had aged. I squinted, trying to see them more clearly. However, it was evident that my vision was failing me.

"The link... it’s dead, Elena. I'm just… empty." I squeezed his hand, pulling him closer until his forehead rested against mine. We were huddled in the shadow of a jagged outcrop, the Harvester’s prismatic dome shimmering like oil on water just a few feet away. The elite Stalkers stood in a perimeter, their rifles leveled at us, their visors dark and unreadable. They were waiting. Vance wasn't rushing. He wanted us to feel the weight of our own helplessness.

Nora continued stabbing the hairpin into Henry's abdomen. "Now I finally realize what an absurd mistake I have made! It's only John who truly loves me. You broke his ribs. I'm guessing you even instigated me to kill his mother. You deserve to die and have a taste of your own medicine!" Nora's eyes were bloodshot. Henry was barely breathing anymore. She raised her hand high up once more, aiming for Henry's heart. "Stop right there!" I ran over and kicked the hairpin out of Nora's hand. Letting Henry die just like that would be too easy on him.

the voice chuckled, “were a pain to get.” “What’s the hell…” I whispered under my breath. The screen blinked again — now showing a faint image of what looked like… a mask? Smiling, expressionless, like a porcelain doll. “You’re probably wondering what this is,” the voice went on, still smug and snaky. “Short answer? You’re all dead. Long answer? Congratulations — you lucky little corpses have been chosen for a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.” My blood ran cold. “Dead?” I echoed, my voice barely a whisper. I could feel my hands trembling.