The Walking Dead: The Game Season 2 Novels & Stories

“Ladies and gentlemen, today is the final round of the game! The most crucial one for our lone-standing player. Could he come out alive after the game?!” The crowd cheered and shouts wanting the game to start already. “Alright, to our only surviving player, listen carefully. Twenty werewolves will be out in the forest. Either you kill them all or they will kill you! Now, let us start the game!” Then a loud gunshot has been heard in the arena. Four warriors approached Fiel and were guided to stand on a round platform.

I say, draining my coffee. We step out onto the gallery floor just in time to see Gabrielle walking in, her heels clicking against the polished floor like a metronome. She glances at me briefly, her expression blank, before moving on to someone else. "Well, look who's actually on time today," Rob whispers dramatically, and I stifle a laugh.

END GAME Book Two in the Dawson Family Series Copyright 2018 Emily Goodwin Chapter One Quinn I don’t know what hurts worse: my wrist or my stomach. The pain there is more concerning, and my wrist could be broken in two and my mind would still be on my baby. I know it takes a lot to hurt a baby this early in the pregnancy, but that doesn’t stop me from worrying. I flatten my hand over my stomach, looking at the spot where the guy was just standing. I’m shocked, scared, and unable to figure out why he looked so familiar.

He was staring at me with wide, shocked eyes. "Maya?" he whispered. "What are you doing here?" Before I could answer, a crackling speaker came to life above us. [WELCOME TO THE SURVIVAL GAME] [Congratulations, you are all dead! But considering the greenhouse effect, hell is on recycle mode right now, so you are being sent to dead worlds, as entertainment! Please, provide the fanciest death you can, for the audience!] “What audience?!” Damian asked, but nobody, well, no dead body on the bus is in a mood to answer him.

His eyes weren’t black, she noticed, just deep, like he’d seen too much already. The rest of the pairs lined up: Jenna and Doug, Mart and Gina, Julia and Nick. Samuel let out a loud laugh. “Throw them in! The bloodsuckers are drooling!” The vampires lunged, chaos erupting as blood sprayed across the room. “Animals!” Samuel shouted, rolling his eyes. He turned to the group, grinning. “Welcome to the games. Strong survive, weak die. You know the drill.” He rattled off the rules, then waved them off. “Get to your rooms, rest up, and don’t be late for the first round.”

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.

That for the third time in a row, in this god forsaken killing game, where no one can make it out alive, I had to kill the person who killed Risa.

She walked ahead while I trailed behind her. . . . Natalie's P. O. V It was a mall, but it did have a lot of things that interested me, from the restaurant to the supermarket, to boutiques... Everything. But the one I especially took interest in was the gaming center. I spent a great deal of time there, trying out all the games. " No, no, no! Don't die! " Xander murmured. I smiled smugly. " How did you learn like this?" Xander's asked, turning to me.

I'd always been terrified of dying, after all. But there was one thing he would never see coming—this time, I wasn't running. I was going to take him down with me. Maybe if he died, the game would finally end. I grabbed the gas can, twisted off the cap, and took a deep breath of the sharp, choking fumes. Something in my eyes shifted, turning my gaze wilder and crazier. "Come on, then. Let's do this, other me," I thought. … The doorknob turned slowly, scraping out a harsh metallic sound.

And when his turn came to play, he was the last to throw the card on the table, ending the first round. Granger was curious about Carson's wife's presence. He did not know how far she was willing to go that night. Whether she would stay until the end or give up, he had no way of knowing. "Interesting," the brunette commented. As the game went on, the beats of the dancing music continued to drive the dancers. The second round came to an end, and some of the participants began to realize they could not win. Aaron and Lara looked at each other, then at the cards they held, exchanging and buying challenges.