The Walking Dead Novels & Stories

Not much left of any of us, humans or wolves, or any shifter that we know. I won’t take a chance, I would not lose you over this, no way, Nolan said, pacing his hand, running over his face. Nolan, Salem said, three more months until we’re twenty. Then, with full strength, we could fight them. Until then, we keep our heads down and survive. Zanto stood there in front of the door, still doubtful. My parents talked about The Walking Dead. Never saw one. The virus attacks the brain; it has evolved, and some have survived.

When Ethan Lane came back from his business trip, he pulled two dolls out of his suitcase. One was pink, the other blue. His daughter, Nina Lane's eyes lit up for a second when she saw the pink one. But instead of reaching for it, she glanced over at Crystal Shaw, Vivian Shaw's daughter. That five-year-old girl had already stretched out her hand for the pink doll. So Nina pulled her hand back and said quietly, "I'll take the blue one." I froze. Nina's loved pink ever since she was little. Her backpack is pink, her water bottle is pink, even her hair clips are always pink. But the moment Crystal was in the picture, she stepped aside. Later, when Ethan drove Vivian and Crystal home, I ask

The world should end on a Monday. There’s something honest about that. Brutal, yes, but clean. A Monday already has the emotional texture of damp socks and unpaid bills, so adding zombies feels less like a cosmic betrayal and more like management escalating a complaint. Unfortunately, the world chooses Thursday at 6:17 p.m., while Maya Rodriguez is standing barefoot in her kitchen, trying to decide whether expired sour cream is a negotiable concept. “It smells fine,” Dex says from behind her.

“I was in the apocalypse Cortex, I saw everything that happened. Your general or who ever that is behind this should be stopped. I had seen this people eating themselves alive, they were turned into white walkers, they were alive but dead, feeding on humans and sucking up their bloods, this is no good Cortex believe me when I tell you.” I said to her. “I believe you Thelma.” she responded. “Now what else… did you see?” she asked slowly this time.

It crouched at the edge, staring across the gap. Its face twisted. "Madison Hayes." Claire scrambled backward. The worker reached for the broken concrete. Its fingers dug into the crumbling edge. For a moment, Claire thought it would try to jump. Instead, it lowered itself onto the exposed steel framework and began climbing around the gap. "You're kidding," Logan whispered. "Move!" Claire shouted. They ran. Behind them, metal shrieked as the infected dragged itself across the support beams. The bridge bounced beneath their feet, and every loose panel rattled like a warning.

He froze in place and shallowed his breathing while he looked to see two more walking not far behind her. He was grateful that his leg had stopped bleeding heavily and that he’d gutted the deer so that the smell of its blood would overshadow the smell of his own. Even if it was only a small amount of blood oozing from him at that point, the breeze was blowing in their direction and he didn’t trust that the zombies wouldn’t have picked up on its scent, had the deer not been there. After all, they may look like a human, but their humanity was long gone. They were mindless, unmerciful predators who were driven by animal instinct.

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

Friends or foe. He won't be able to distinguish. He will be just a killing machine. A beast. The one which is called. "The God of death." And today it seems, this will be all. If he can't win. He won't let anyone win. There will be no bloodhounds, no werewolves, no hunters after this. It will be the end of their world. And it's impossible to stop him now. And that's when they feel the ground they stand on shaking. The trees uprooting.

I jerked off when the other military wagon behind us is currently shooting those people with a body of a dead. I wanted to scream loudly but instead, I felt the impulses of vomiting surging from my stomach. Gross to think, but I badly needed to eject and puke this out in my mouth after noticing some people walking with an enormous crater in their womb, and others are surely having a great time screwing their eyes out. Oh, fuck! "People who got saturated with the rain earlier will become like that. We called them walkers and they're already undead. Zombies, they say. And if you got bitten by them, foresee that you'll gonna be one of them in less than an hour."

They moved Barbara's body from the Healing Room outside of the base. Not far from the base, there is a cave mouth that is not that big. Thirteen witches and several other people involved, including Barbara, entered the cave. The place led to the underground cave. They had to pass sixty-six slippery steps and struggled not to slip over it. The thirteen witches who led the way looked like strange shadows beneath their black batik robes, while the others were wearing only suits and such, although they were both black colored. The two men behind the thirteen witches looked extremely cautious as they descended the stairs with the open coffin slung over their shoulders.