The Walking Dead Novels & Stories

“Why are you helping the wolves?” My eyes widen in shock; this asshole can speak. I really thought they were zombies. Do zombies talk? I don’t think so. I thought they only made gurgling sounds. Thanks for stirring me wrong Walking Dead. I blame all my stupid thoughts on N*****x. “What the hell are you?” I ask and feel weird having a conversation with this thing that just attacked us. He gives me a look of disgust, like how could I not know who he is. “Your people call us fangs, but we are vampires, duh,” he replies smartly.

I don't mean like vampires, I mean like humans come back to life and eating other humans, meat and all. In this show they call them walkers, or the walking dead. I guess it's good. A lot of emotional stuff happening. There is even a situation that may apply to us. But the more I get into the show, the more I realize that my hand is slowly drifting from Sophia's shoulder, to Rockledge's shoulder.

Wade chuckled. “I stink like a werewolf.” William winked. “More like a dog.” howled Wade. Dara entered the room. “Dara he just called you a dog.” William pointed at Wade and laughed. “No I didn’t. I called you a dog.” Wade looked at William. “I’m a werewolf so as Dara. If you call me a dog, you call her a dog too.” howled William. “Dogs are better than zombies. At least they’re alive.” Dara laughed.

He confesses that he doesn't feel up to going to school, and Travis understands, assuring him that he'll notify the school of his absence. Julius musters a small smile, appreciating Travis's understanding. With his bowl left in the sink, Julius retreats back upstairs to get dressed, his energy depleted and his spirits low. He settles for comfortable attire, not planning to leave the confines of his home on this particular day. Returning to the living room, he absentmindedly flips through TV channels until he stumbles upon an episode of "The Walking Dead." The thought of fictional zombies brings a fleeting sense of relief, a temporary escape from his own turmoi

My mind went into a downward spiral, thinking up ways to survive a crazy, zombie apocalypse. 1.) Machetes instead of guns, that way I won't run out of ammo. 2.) Find reliable allies. Let's see, Rick has Daryl in The Walking Dead and Roberta has Addy in Z-Nation. Ok, so I guess werewolf friends would come in handy if there's ever an outbreak - but can a werewolf become a zombie? SHIT! I don't think I'd survive a zombie-werewolf apocalypse.

Darkness enveloped the entire area,yet Gavin and Khez's condition remained unchanged as if the darkness had never ended. Khez had no idea that Heark had returned to her after they had split up Heark was just armed with an ax and a flashlight as he approached to the location. The entire place is enveloped in deafening quiet scary and standing feathers. The opponents will attack soon Their expressions are filled with terror since one false action could result in to death. Heark is on his way to his goal he had no idea that he was being followed by the opponents which they also callled 'The Walking Half Man' but it's also known as 'the red eyed dead,'the fact that these are similar to a zombies

The smell of blood still clung to my skin, even though none of it was mine. Nobody spoke. Not even hoodie guy, who up until now seemed incapable of shutting up. We were just a group of survivors walking through the fog like ghosts, too shell-shocked to breathe too loud. I counted four of us left. Out of about ten. Ten people got on that bus, and now—only four. A gate appeared ahead of us, tall and rusted, half-bent like something had rammed into it before. Beyond it was a faint light blinking but steady. My pulse quickened. It looked almost… safe.

she said, sniffling as I gently patted her back. I took one last look at my mom, Grandma, Angela, and then at the children, wives, and pregnant women. I nodded and then headed out. The air outside was thick with the smell of death, and the sky above was a swirling mass of darkness, even though it wasn’t nighttime yet. The ground was scattered with the bodies of werewolves, witches, and vampires, all lifeless. My heart ached as I walked past them. Taking a deep breath, I focused on finding that one person.

For now, she just needed fresh air. Eva walked down the streets, straight home, she stared at the house for a while before proceeding to enter. She stood for a while realizing that someone was coming out the house. She instinctively hid behind one of the cars. She caught what seems like the silhouette of a man and someone else. it was Frederick and…“who is that?”

Ashleigh whined. "Nah uh, you've had enough." Damien lay beside her and together they watched Disney movies. It was late when Ashleigh had fallen asleep. Damien looked at his watch for the time. 01:03. He got out of the bed, he put on his boots and kissed his girlfriend's forehead before silently making his way downstairs. He tiptoed out the kitchen door and began making his walk home. Not that he didn't own a car, he just enjoyed walking. It gave him time to think and he had a lot to think about.