The Walking Dead Novels & Stories

But they had to hurry- it wouldn't take them long to figure out what or rather who was under the hood. The person in the center took one last look at the retreating figures of the werewolves and breathed a sigh of relief. It had been easy to distract the hycwens with a sudden appearance, yet the hycwens were a notorious breed known for their bloodlust, though they were a bit dim-witted. 20 feet above the ground, the hycwens' mouths continued to bicker, "Is it dead? I wanted to play with it a bit.." The person whirled around and stood on their feet in one swift move, discarding the hood.

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!!*

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.

Maya explained. “If you run into them quickly find somewhere muddy and covers yourself. I don’t understand them but I discovered they can’t smell you if that’s possible.” “Okay, please tell Sylvia I won’t be long. I am relieved now I don’t have to leave her alone.” William and Billy were making their way towards the Cemetery. At odd placed the walking dead would appear. Since they covered themselves in mud the things didn’t looked towards the once. “What’s happening in this town?” Billy stop a moment to catch his breath.

‘Hey why are you walking like the dead ones’? ‘The dead ones?’ ivory asked with question marks all over her face ‘what are those, are they zombies’. ‘I don’t know what zom…be is but the dead ones are an army of dead people created by dark witches five hundred years ago, the dead walks pretty slow but one scratch from them and you’re one of them too’ Natasha explained. ‘Definitely zombies’ ivory murmured. ‘So why are you walking like the dead ones’ Natasha asked. ‘Would you join my team, I’m creating a team with whom I would go to Buklime Mountain with to go gather some herbs and more importantly the ice lotus for merit points’

Caleb watched on with pride as his pack members worked together in perfect harmony, their movements coordinated and efficient. When the last vampire had fallen, they continued on their journey, the adrenaline still pumping through their veins. But their troubles were far from over. As they made their way through a desolate wasteland, they were suddenly attacked by a horde of zombies, their flesh rotting and their eyes devoid of life. The creatures swarmed around them, their moans filling the air. Jessica shuddered in revulsion, her hands shaking as she raised her weapon. "What are these things? They're like something out of a nightmare."

Someone raised those old, already long-lying dead in the ground, but ordinary people, the inhabitants of this city and its environs, also become walking corpses. Vic rubbed his forehead again, then touched the wound on his arm and winced. In Reet, the one who was bitten turns into undead, but here there is no special transformation, everything happens quickly and with merciless inevitability - they die, and then immediately get up as other creatures. But the wound must still be inflicted?

"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.

“How did you get these?” “From them,” Levi said, his voice small, pointing a thumb vaguely in the direction of the outside world. “The dead ones. Today. But it was the tire iron that did it, not their fingers! I think. It all happened fast.” Jake and Ethel exchanged a worried glance. This was the moment of truth. A fresh scratch from a walker was the most common vector for the infection. It wasn’t a guaranteed death sentence, but it was a very, very high probability.

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one