Walking Dead Benjamin Novels & Stories

And Benjamin grew more tense. He kept looking over his shoulder, looking around with shaky breath. “Where are you taking me?” He finally found the courage to ask. Still walking, I replied. “You wouldn't hurt Lucille so you have nothing to worry about.” We went up a flight of stairs. The moment the door leading to a new hallway opened, Benjamin froze. He visibly shuddered at the change in aura. I didn't blame him. So many people had died in the rooms protected by these walls. Screams, pain had coursed through them. At the very least, he knew where was sacred.

Cindy, though her eyes low, was able to gain the sight of the lower part of the scene. Almost after the deep sigh that symbolized the departure of life out of Benjamin, she observed the right hand of the werewolf get besides its torso. She even saw its claws smeared by blood; blood of Benjamin. Part of Cindy was still not convinced at her husband’s death but was soon made to believe it after she saw blood dripping on the floor; right below where Benjamin stood. Cindy, Martha, Alpha, Ronan; everyone heard that deep sigh that apparently spoke on behalf of Benjamin his willingness to live more.

He is twenty-two, terrified, and so grateful Maya keeps wanting to put a bucket over his head for both their safety. Then came Nora and Ben. Nora is thirty-ish, former primary school teacher, practical once the crying stops. Which takes less time than Maya expected and more time than Nora wants. Ben is twelve, silent, watchful, carrying a backpack with three comic books, one inhaler, and a plastic dinosaur he has not mentioned but checks every hour. They arrived at dawn after triggering the rear cans, Nora holding a kitchen knife incorrectly and Ben holding her sleeve like it was the only remaining law of physics.

its angry manner. Benjamin paused for a moment, then took a deep breath. "All right, if that's what you want, I'll take you to the corpse!" his sarcastic response. "Let's go inside," said Prelim. Benjamin entered the store first, followed by Tisay, Kailyn and Prelim. Benjamin even guided his friends to the back of the counter where he saw Samuel's bloody corpse. But he stopped and was surprised when he noticed that there was no trace of blood on the floor.

As Ben entered his parents’ kitchen, he smelled the metallic stench of blood wafting through the air and saw it pooled all over the kitchen tile. “Momma! Dad! Where are you?” Ben yelled as he walked up the stairs. When he stepped into their bedroom, Ben saw their bloodied bodies on the floor. Ben slowly backed out of the room and then ran down the stairs and threw his shoulder into the door. As it burst open and he fell out onto the ground, he heard Imara’s screams coming from the cottage behind the house. “Ben please help me!”

As much as they were desperately in need of a lady to be Christopher Crawford’s fake bride, Benjamin didn’t want any of the ladies he had come across so far because they were just like Jessica Campbell. ‘Fine! I am giving you one week to find me a woman and that’s all you have to provide one, Benjamin Williams!’ ‘What the hell, Chris! You aren’t my boss so don’t you dare use that bloody tone with me ever again!’ Benjamin snapped back at his friend only for him to bump into someone too. He wasn’t look straight ahead. He had been so engrossed and didn’t even take notice of where he was going. “Damn it!” He yelled out in shock.

I started the engine and immediately drove to till we arrived at the condo. I circled around to the backseat, tugging open the door as Benjamin slumped forward, mumbling incoherently. His body was heavy—dead weight—as I hoisted his arm over my shoulder and helped him out of the car, one unsteady step at a time. The night air was humid, clinging to our skin, and the only sound was the dull echo of our footsteps against the pavement. When we reached the front door, he clumsily pulled out his key card, missing the slot twice before finally unlocking it.

I held my breath deep in my lungs. Oh my holy God. What do I do? I refused to look out from underneath the protection of the fluffy floral comforter under which I had taken refuge. “I am Benjamin. Benjamin Parker.” He paused. “You can call me Ben. I am staying up the road. I came by to see if you had any, uh, sugar.” His voice was smooth, soothing, familiar.

After tapping one of the young Harts to the ground, he said in anger, "He will die if you don't follow as I said!" Benjamin was stubborn. "I'm the son of Dr. Healy the Great. I've watched my father treat sicknesses since I was a boy. I'll never make a mistake!" After that, Benjamin poked another needle. At that point, Chad was exasperated. He tapped one of them out of consciousness and growled, "This is bullshit! You're gonna kill him!" "Pfft!" Suddenly, Terrence spat blood. The blood splashed onto Benjamin's face. Everyone there was frightened.

She opened the box and saw a DVD cover. She pulled it out and read the title. 'Together' On the cover, an image of a familiar looking man along with a boy who also looked awfully familiar. She couldn't really put her finger on who it was. She looked at the back of the cover and read the information. "Benjamin Frost?" she whispered to herself in shock. She thought she heard a door open. So she put away the DVD cover and placed the box back in its place. She walked out the room to see the master bedroom door being closed. She walked into the room and found Damien sitting on the bed. She sat beside him and held his hand.