Walking Dead And Fear The Walking Dead Timeline Novels & Stories

Wei Zhi Yin calm his thumping heart and took a deep breath as he start to analyse their current situation. Right now, he knows that the H city would suffer from the besiege of zombies and would surely be destroyed. And his imperial younger sister is currently staying at H city and he doesn't even know why she's there! But Zhi Yin had already a conjecture, on the day he got reborn, it should be one year and six months before the apocalypse happens, but in this life time of his, it is earlier by two months.

The smile on my face was just as sarcastic as my use of this phrase. And then we were done with the chit-chat. There was not a lot of space for laughter or smiles of any kind in a room where a vampire hunt was being plotted. Kayden leaned over the desk, pressed his palms flat on the map, and fixed his eyes on the forested area between the two red Xes. “They crossed through these woods.” He traced an imaginary line through a dark space on the map. “What was the timing between the two sightings?” “About forty-eight hours. Just after midnight one night. The next, two days later, around the same time.”

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."

And not just kill them — people didn’t die in Nekromel — they had to be eaten. I had limited sympathy for these idiots who believed the Masters were going to bestow some kind of spiritual enlightenment on them, but that didn’t make it any easier to watch them being slaughtered. It was even harder for the others who hadn’t seen the weretics in action before, at least not in this timeline. Jenny gripped my arm so tightly it hurt. Claire had turned away in horror while Maurice watched slack-jawed. Flossie had her head buried in Dudley’s chest and whimpered while Dudley buried his head in the top of her curly hair, also whimpering.

“What was that?” Dawn asked in a whimper as she tries to control her crying. “Which part?” I ask. “Walker.” Is all she says. “We think he is a prophet of some kind.” I tell her brushing my hand through her hair as she is still leaning against me. “That would be another part of why we came for a visit.” She sits up and looks at me questioningly. “What do you mean?” I explain to her about the words Walker said when I was dreaming and how we have two weeks after the next full moon before a war starts.

ORIGINAL TIMELINE DATA RELIABILITY REDUCED Reduced. Such a clean word for losing the one advantage that had kept her alive. In the first timeline, Frostfang had been brutal but open. A hard place; a guarded place; not safe exactly, but safer than the road. People had fought to get there because inside those walls, humanity had still looked organized enough to matter. Now the gate was closed. The migration was early. Enhanced infected were coordinating. Watchers were leaving marks. Evelyn’s memories were turning from map to suggestion.

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.

I've only read that they are already dead, wiped out many years ago. But I did read that werewolves have a hard time dealing with vampires. There were countless wars that happened between the two races. "They won't be able to. I won't let them. And you'll stay by my side right?" I whispered, my eyes fixated in front. I reached for Killian's hand under the table, intertwining our fingers as fear started to brood inside us. "Mm. I'll stay with you. Forever." I feel like the days when we are able to live normally are nearing to an end. I don't like this feeling. But seeing how tense and anxious Killian is, I felt like something bad is going to happen soon.

"I don't know how to get out of here. You said you were going to take me back to town last night" Shit. She is being difficult. I sigh loudly "Put on your fucking clothes. I will be back" I open the door to my room and walk out the hallway. I go to the far end and to the room of my best friend Rex. Rex has lived with me all my life, growing up his parents were killed during the last Contention. The Contention was the war we had ten years ago with the Vamps. Yes, you heard right. Fucking vampires. They have been our enemies since we were known to exist. Werewolves and vampires are opposites. Hate each other.

The days had begun to blur together. Time seemed to lose its meaning when every waking moment was a struggle for survival, and yet the world outside our base felt like a ticking clock—waiting for something to finally break. The infected were growing bolder, moving in larger, more coordinated groups, and the hostile survivor factions had become increasingly unpredictable. We weren’t just fighting the virus anymore; we were fighting for what remained of humanity.