Romans & histoires The Walking Dead

I went from walking next to Al, and Amber to falling far behind, dragging my blood-splattered body along the road following two strangers on a journey to I don't know where and I am too tired to give a damn. Because I have to be honest with myself and the truth is... I would give anything to live and not go back inside of a coffin. And I feel bad somehow because a part of me knows I am using them for protection from W.I.K.D... The police, rogue werewolves... My self. I don't know them— Amber and Al, and clearly, they didn't know me either.

its body was cracking as they submerged from the ground and with the last crack they stare at the group and the guns that were pointing to Bobby were shifted to the scary creatures *tack* *tack* *tack* the humanoid things slowly walk towards them until they were visible to the naked eyes. They are zombies! as the guardian of the survivors, John Carl leap to the air and block the incoming zombies from the side of Padrinao road, he was followed by Dessa, Jimboy and Grim Reaper. *tad tad tad* *tad tad tad* The ground was shaking as if there was an earthquake but it was different because something from the other side was rushing towards them *ROAR!!*

They crossed raging rivers on fallen logs, navigated through thick fog that obscured their path, and defended themselves against wild creatures that prowled the night. On the second night, as they camped beneath the stars, Marcus shared stories of his youth. "I have faced many enemies in my time," he said, staring into the fire. "Rogues, vampires, dark witches. But the Memory Walkers... they are different. They do not attack the body. They attack the mind. They steal who you are." "That is why we must succeed," Sophia said. "No one should have their memories stolen from them. Our memories make us who we are."

I let out a warning growl, but Tayler seemed frightened. “They say the dead are walking,” Taylor added, backing away. “Not all of them, but enough. And not as ghosts. As weapons. There is blood being sacrificed, a lot of blood. There is fear and anger. There are screams, there are whimpers. But neither one of them makes sense. Everything just seems to hold its breath.” Ethan’s breath hitched. “This doesn't make sense. Why would they be walking? What is it that they want?”

the doctor explained. Damian contemplated for a while. As long as it was the only option they had, they would explore it. He would do anything possible to keep his mate alive. "Where do we find this walker?" Damian asked. "That's going to be quite the challenge, alpha," the doctor said sadly. "You see, walkers are a rare breed of people. They're spread out too thin across communities, with as few as one in a thousand people having the likelihood of possessing the gift." Damian's hopes sank to the ground at his words, and he was flung into a pit of despair.

The only thing that resembled a metropolis was a Walmart in the center of town. We proceeded to drive around the Walmart parking garage, trying to search for any visible sign of activity that might be a potential danger to us. About eighteen undead were walking around another end of the platform, gathered together like a mindless, bloodthirsty swarm, but we easily avoided them since we parked on the other corner.

She shouts back as she plunges her sword between the eyes of the zombie she was fighting. “Go for the heads!” I hear Edward shout out to the newcomers. Who would have thought that all of these creatures were real, particularly these zombie people type things. I mean, I had watched Walking Dead, so I know what they are supposed to look like but still, seeing them in person is something else. “This is like something out of Pirates of the Caribbean! It’s awesome!” Nikita yells with glee. Something is seriously wrong with that child. “I know right!?” Anne giggles back.

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.

"There's a werewolf between the bushes!" Quickly everyone ran from the pond grabbing their clothes as the werewolf slowly walked from between the bushes that were concealing him from us. It was larger than a bear. With each step it took it growls at us getting closer to us. My entire body trembled and everyone gathered close behind me crying in fear. "What are we going to do, Red, I'm so sorry that I didn't listen to you and now we're all going to die?" cried Delaphine. "Run for your life!" shouted Junior.

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.