The Walking Dead Video Game Ben Novels & Stories

“I’ve got her.” Ben raised an eyebrow, his expression hard to read, but he said nothing. Instead, he seemed to grow more alert, his gaze scanning the area with an intensity that sent a chill down my spine. “They’re close,” he muttered. “We need to move faster.” My legs were burning from the effort of carrying Hailey, but I kept pushing forward, determined not to let anything stop us. The alley twisted in confusing directions, but Ben knew exactly where he was going, moving swiftly through the darkness like a shadow. His breath came in sharp bursts, his body taut with tension, but there was something unsettling about the way he moved—like a man who had lived a hundred lives, each more dangero

The Swift Security Series Ben Chapter 112 Ben’s point of view Main character introduction Ben Willis ( Nickname Bulldog), age 32, ex-special forces, now working for swift security. I've loved her for as long as I can remember, she was married to one of my best friends, and I watched her fall apart when he was killed in the army; we were all in the same regiment, and I saw how much her grief destroyed her leaving her fighting a losing battle with depression and there wasn't a single thing I could do to help her.

The movers truck driver was killed on the spot while Ben and his family were taken into custody. They had passed them out on their way back into the forest. So as they woke up and opened their eyes, they saw themselves surrounded by a hungry brood of angry vampires. Well except for Ben and Jay. They stood there just watching everything happen. Zeke (to Gerald) “Talk” Gerald said “I don’t understand. What do you mean by talk?” “Tell the boy who he is,” Zeke said with a shout Gerald with a sad voice requested “Please can we not do this?”

"She freed her rapist brother once. Of course she'd want us all attacked." The moment those words left his mouth, Ben's body stiffened. I watched the realization settle in. He was definitely getting the wrong ideas now. That was when a series of loud noises echoed from nearby. A zombie stumbled around the bend in the road. The moment it spotted us, its pace quickened. "We need to leave him behind," Ace said, pointing at Ben. Ben's face paled even further as he stared at the approaching zombie. "Please don't do this. Please. It only bit me once, and I feel fine."

Ben gave me a tight, embarrassed smile before he rushed off and sat in between the twins. “So he can only survive on human blood?” I prayed the answer to that question was no. “He can feed on animals. He did the first time we went hunting together.” Ben nodded, “Dears taste better than cows.” “Good to know,” I said, “So what was the problem?” “With all the training and phasing he was losing more blood than what he was taking in.”

“No thanks, I don’t-“ I stumble over my words, backing up from the doorway slowly until a familiar voice interrupts me. “God-damn-good-for-nothing-piece-of-bull-phone!” Ben hisses from somewhere in Alastaire’s bedroom, tossing the duvet over as he rolls onto his side at the foot of the bed. His head pops out from under the covers, his shaggy black hair in disarray. “The frikkin red guy just killed me again!” He mutters, swiping angrily across his screen before slamming his phone down. “Dame this stupid addictive game. Pfffft. Oh, heya Ash.”

Becky shouts. "It's me Ben"

“Good, then we will just wait until they arrive. Luke, make sure they got a clear path from the front door to the livingroom.” “Yes, miss E,” Luke sighed. A while later Emma could hear the screeching of wheels and then shouts. She took a deep breath and got into work mode. She could do this. Gunshots weren’t unusual in the E.R. She saw a group of men come walking. Bane was leading the group. After him came Jax, carrying an unconscious Ben. All of them had minor injuries and looked bloody, but Ben was the only one that looked seriously hurt. “On the table,” Emma said, pointing towards a table.

“The next time I call you I will be expecting answers.” A pause. Then a careful reply: “Understood, Alpha.” I ended the call, shoving the phone into my pocket. Evelyn’s POV For the next few moments, the dungeon expedition went on perfectly. But through every twist of the path, Ben remained calm and collected, issuing orders with the ease of someone born to lead. “Take these,” he said at one point, handing bundles of herbs to each participant. “They’re basic healing blends. Use them on the infected, for your packs.”

Looking through the peep hole, I see Ben walking down the street, continually turning to glance over his shoulder. He looks nervous, like he’s being hunted. But who would hunt him?