The Walking Dead Novels & Stories

The two halves leaned down toward the water, and the gap between them was full of twisted steel beams and broken concrete. Wade stopped the car and stared. "We can't drive over that." "No," I said, opening my door. "But we can walk." "Walk? Across *that*?" "Unless you can swim faster than the zombies in the water." He looked down at the river. Gray shapes floated in the current. Some of them were still moving. He swallowed hard. "Walking sounds great." I stored the armored car in my space so nobody could steal it. Wade's eyes went wide when it disappeared, but he didn't say a word.

Right through the middle of the horde. A father in a brown coat with a big backpack. A mother in a red scarf, holding a bag. A teenage boy in a blue jacket. A little girl, maybe eight years old, in a pink hat with a pom-pom. And an old woman at the back, walking slowly with a wooden cane. They walked steadily. Calmly. Like a family heading to church on a Sunday morning. And the infected let them. The gray ranks parted around them like water around a rock. The zombies didn't reach for them. They didn't snap their teeth. They didn't even turn their heads to look.

I pointed to the strip mall. “We need descenting spray.” “Right…” I was apparently dumb because that didn’t seem like the answer to my question. I twirled my hand. “What does that have to do with the strip mall with a nail salon, a survival store, and what looks to be a tex-mex restaurant?” “Amy…where do you think descenting spray comes from?” “Same place where we get laundry stuff from. Walker’s.” Walker’s is the werewolf community’s version of a superstore. They had everything.

“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.

“Maybe not, but at least my fave is cooked and not going to give me tapeworms.” “You’re ridiculous.” He turned back to the TV, a smile on his face. “In a bad way?” Shit. Why had my voice gone all high and small just now? “Nah. In a good way.” He gazed at the screen. “I’m so lost. Why does everyone look like they stepped out of the nineties?” “Because the show started in the nineties.” “It’s that old?” “The word you’re looking for is classic.” “How about we put on The Walking Dead?” he asked. “Still keeping with the supernatural theme, and it was actually made in this century.”

“What are you doing? Kill the thing!” Kendra’s eyes locked with the zombie’s as a wave of energy moved from it to her. She somehow knew what it was thinking and feeling. Its lips weren’t moving, but it’s voice was clear in her head as it asked her what she was. She wasn’t a human, but she also wasn’t one of them. The walking dead creature was completely baffled. As was she. Darting past her with superhuman speed, Rex drove a knife into the zombie’s skull.

It was surrounded by those 'walkers', stumbling around like they were in a trance. "What are they?" He breathed out, staring in disbelief. He chugged some water, letting out a sigh of hydrated relief. "They call them walkers." She pointed the screen down slightly to allow him to see easier and switched to the website she was reading. "There's information on them, finally." As Adam read, she watched his expression change from confused to terrified. "This is like an actual zombie movie." He spluttered, barely able to get his words out. Behind them, a stirring caught their attention.

They are all Eleven in numbers but when a meeting was to be held, the two main leaders will Join the eleven elders to make a total of thirteen elders. Back to the different types of world. There are eight worlds in the whole Galaxy. The Vampdragon world, The Dwarf world, The beast world, The Human world, The Alien world, The Virus world, The Demon world, and the werewolf world. Those in the Vampdragon world are the only species known to leave their world at will without any problem, the other worlds don't have such access, as they lack in technology and other advanced equipment that would help in teleporting from their world.

"Let's go" .... Fortunately, no one is around the fields tonight so they quickly made their way near the building. They hind behind a pile of cut woods near the unfinished cabins behind the arena. Serra could now see Badbloods walking in random direction. There were girls with horns and wings, some have huge arms and feet, some have weird skin colors, and some looked completely human.

Looking at his limp-jawed, fire-scorched face was like gazing into the face of his own mortality. On the right the sarcophagi blocked his way, and on the left he had the sepulchral niches of the ancient dead, he was trapped and he was going to die. Now there would be no salvation for him. Viktor stared into the dead eyes of the zombies in horror. The eyes were said to be the mirror of the soul. The glassy gaze of the walking dead told him that there was no soul left within their reanimated bodies. Oppressive shadows closed over Viktor again.