The Walking Dead Carl Grimes Death Novels & Stories

“Someone get us to the hosptial. The rest of you search the woods, but I believe they left when they saw how bad of shape Grace was in. “Get in.” Grady actually opened the door for Callie as she got in the back. She was cradling her arm when I got in the back. “Fucking drive.” I growled. Everything in me was screaming. My mate was dying. The exact thing I tried to avoid. Why they didn’t take her? I don’t understand. They didn’t even try to kill us. To make things worse, Damon was the one that took her to the hosptial. I felt how much pain she was it. Looking at the blood on the pavement as we passed, it made my stomach turn. Did she even have any left in her body?

Their faces were grim, bloodstained, like they’d seen too much already. “Boss,” one of them called out, voice heavy. “ Caleb’s gone. We found him dead in the car…He didn’t make it. Apparently he died from blood loss or shock but I'm not sure..” I stopped listening. He’s dead too. They were all dead. Agatha. Jon. Caleb.

The doctor replied, nodding his head. I smiled and told Jessica not to worry much, that I would be fine, and she shouldn't bother much about anything. I looked around as Jessica walked out with the doctor; everyone was present beside Gray. “Boss.” Carl called with a light smile on his face. Lucian smiled, staring at them, and then asked what had happened to the other teammate and then everything that happened to Rapheal. “Thompson was killed by me. I found him wanting to call for men and then flee out of the country without anyone noticing, but I did want to kill him; he made a move first.” Carl spoke with a firm voice.

Carl swore “Calm down Carl, you need to focus on Melanie’s recovery and not on the anger you feel towards Gary” Sophia encouraged “I know Sophia, but I can’t help but feel like I need to kill that bastard,” Carl poured angrily “He is dead already,” Wilson announced “What are you saying?” Carl asked facing Wilson “He gave up the ghost after he was brought into the hospital,” Wilson explained “That bastard! A slow and painful death would have suited him” Carl foamed in anger “There is nothing we can do now but hope Melanie recovers quickly, what is the doctor saying?” Wilson asked

Carl smiled in resignation, "I was the one who was almost dragging your feet. If you got into an incident, Zane would kill me." Nicole knew Carl was joking, and his concern was serious. Following this, she answered thoughtfully, "Has the scene been managed properly? What about Cara's body?" Carl's gaze reverted to its gloomy state, "Settled, and he is already dead."

"Is everything okay?" I relayed that Daddy Witch was dead due to Carlisle putting a bullet in his head, and one of the shifters was down due to a stun gun. Daemon reminded me to stay in the car with his mother and lock the door. He was so protective, and I loved him for it. "Just get here soon, please," I mind-linked back to him.

The door opened and Darren walked in. From the look on his face, he brought some news. " Is anything wrong?” Nolan asked curiously. " Not really. I bring bad and good news... “ Darren began as Nolan's face wire a sour look. It was too sudden to come bearing bad news. “What's that?" He asked. “The bad news is Carla managed to escape and the good news is she's dead..” Darren announced. He knew he sounded weird announcing Carla's death as good news. But it was better that she died. Knowing the kind of person she was, she was hungry for revenge and would stop at nothing to get it.

While Dave was going on the express road, he received a call from Carl "Is she dead, yet?" "We couldn't get to her, Lucifer happened to have aided her in escaping" Dave explained. "That bastard!!! I hope you finished him?" Carl asked with a greeted teeth. "Yes sir, as I am speaking to you right now, he is no more" Dave said with a satisfactorily smile up on his face. "Excellent, these are the type of things I want to be hearing. Meet me at the mansion tomorrow, I have a special reward for you" Carl finished off, before hanging up on him.

The flames went out, leaving nothing behind. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I… I tried.” Mark set his jaw. “He’s with God now. He… He died with his soul.” I stared at the spot with wide eyes, unable to speak. The car stopped at a police precinct. Then, a hidden garage door opened, and we drove down. I don’t know how far down it was, but I felt the air getting colder. When the car stopped, Mark and his friend got out. The two of them stood outside talking, and my mind started to drift. The scent of blood and the hissing of the vampires pushed at the back of my mind. For a few moments, all I could see was a long dark hallway. Red light streamed in from tall glass windows.

Then she walked up to me, viciously grinding her foot into my wound, using my blood as ink to press down her handprint. After finishing all this, she revealed a cruel smile. "Let him go," she ordered the security guards before saying to me, "John, you know? Your look of despair was just like your mother's before she died. On the day I went to court to declare you dead, I deliberately delivered the good news to your mother. Who would have thought that she'd be so frail? She passed away due to a heart attack." Nora did not have an ounce of pity on her face, only provocation.