The Walking Dead Graphic Novels & Stories

Like hoppy. The girl wheezed, tried to crawl away, but the bonds held tightly, and her back rested against a tree trunk. Only a few steps separated the victim from the undead. The stench emanating from the Walker became unbearable. The ugly face of a ghoul with traces of earth on rotting skin was distorted by greed. Blue lips stretched out, revealing strong teeth. Someone's husband or father will bite her to death. Someone who loved, suffered, lived, but died and... was reborn into this .

Saga replied with difficulty, “but what you are doing is also not good, Bara. We may only have been friends in… a few days… a few hours? But I can say that you are not the kind of person who can kill and injure other people so easily like that.” Slowly I took the form of a vampire again and carved a grin on my lips in response to what Saga had said. However, as soon as I became a vampire with my body frozen as usual, my strength seemed to be half drained. Exhausted overtook me and I tried my best to keep the smile on my lips at Saga.

Only a few bloodlines survived, hidden among normal wolves. Lucian's hands shake slightly as he rolls the scroll closed. He grabs another. Then another. Each tells similar stories. Lycans mingled with "shadow-born" creatures. Vampires, some scrolls name them. Others call them night-walkers, blood-drinkers, immortal hunters. One scroll shows detailed diagrams. Lucian spreads it flat, weighing the corners with stones. The drawings depict wolves mid-shift, but wrong. Fangs stretch longer than any wolf's. Claws curve like scythes. Eyes glow not silver or gold, but crimson. Or purple. Or colors that don't have names.