Walking Dead And Fear The Walking Dead Timeline Mga Nobela at Kwento

The real answer would take several hours, a whiteboard, and a willingness on his part to accept that everything he believes about the next year and a half is wrong. He accepts this one easily though. Of course he does. Maya closes the pantry and turns back to the bedroom, her mind settling into something more structured now. The timeline isn’t vague anymore. It’s defined. Six months to the first public incident. Nine to escalation. Twelve to collapse. Eighteen to death. Her death. She moves to the window again, looking out over the street as the city moves through its morning routine with complete, unearned confidence. Nothing about it looks fragile. That’s what makes it useful.

“Not fully. Not yet. But the pull is there. Strong. Getting stronger.” “How long until it breaks?” “I don’t know. Days maybe. Hours. It’s holding on by will alone. Will doesn’t last forever.” Finn appeared running. “The white Source. It’s screaming again. Started an hour ago. Won’t stop.” “Just like when it first woke?” “Worse. The fear is spreading faster this time. Half the eastern territory is infected. People too scared to leave their houses. Too terrified to function.” Lena felt something cold settle in her chest. Two Sources showing problems simultaneously. Not coincidence. Pattern.

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?”

Elaine saw impossible things in the waves— Cities underwater. Broken moons. Different versions of herself are standing beside Adrian. Then everything snapped back. Lily’s face drained completely. “We’re too late.” Fear exploded through Elaine’s chest. “What does that mean?” Lily looked toward the sky. And for the first time since Elaine met her— Lily looked truly terrified. “The timelines already started collapsing into each other.” Silence. Then Adrian whispered one horrifying sentence: “The final reset has begun.”

"The truth is, I fell for Faye the second I saw her! If I hadn't sent in that early college application, we never would've missed each other!" Jace smashed the crystal globe beside the bed. Along with it, the promise he'd recorded during his confession shattered too. He threw me to the floor like I weighed nothing, and I still refused to believe the boy I knew was gone. Not until my mom, right before brain surgery, was "accidentally" hit and killed by Faye—and not a single lawyer in Borevia City would take the case. Not until I died in a fire caused by a gas leak. When I opened my eyes again, I was back ten years earlier.

“We can use our family access to dig into our father’s private dealings with NexMind Labs. We know his secret file systems.” Maksim nodded beside her. Milana looked at Ara, showing a rare moment of vulnerability. “We want to be part of your group. In the original timeline, our father was cold. He didn’t give us the resources or help we needed to survive. He saw us as liabilities. Because of that… we died two years into the outbreak. We don’t want that to happen again.” Silas sighed and leaned back against the wall. “Since our data is gone and the main guy killed himself, maybe we should just prepare for the worst. Fortify the base, stock up on supplies, and wait for day eight.”

--- The date matched an event from her previous life. An event connected to her father's future death. --- But something was wrong. --- Very wrong. --- The timeline didn't match. --- According to the information before her... The conspiracy was moving faster. --- Weeks faster. Possibly months. --- Meaning Richard Hart's assassination might happen far sooner than she remembered. --- Fear gripped her chest. --- For the first time since her rebirth... Elena felt genuinely afraid. --- Not for herself. --- For her father. --- Because if she made even one mistake...

In her last life, the zombie outbreak started on the 11th. The apocalypse would happen on August 11.

Bree last, looking relieved and guilty in equal measure. "You remember us?" Willow asked carefully. "I remember everything," I said. "The good and the bad and all the ridiculous stuff Brady's said." "Hey!" Brady protested. Everyone laughed. The tension broke. But underneath the laughter, we all knew the truth. My power had nearly destroyed me. Had nearly destroyed us. And it could happen again. "Dracula wants to see all of us," Walter said. "Says we need to adjust the timeline. Push up the assault."