Novel & Cerita Walking Dead Comic Sophia

Sophia's pov: I was walking through the dark when I felt someone's presence behind my back, I slowly turned but didn't see anyone around. I continued to walk home telling myself that possibly my mind is being the one playing tricks on me. On reaching my cabin, I felt that feeling again. I quickly turned my back, and then I saw two people following me. I began to run towards my house when I heard a gunshot. I stopped running then. Slowly veering around, I felt my bones cringe in terror as I noticed the two guys that were following me are now dead and beside them is another person lying on the floor with blood covering his whole body.

I know it happens to all races, it's not exclusive to werewolves, but all this complication, especially with someone as strong as Sophia, seems unfair and so very unnecessary. I approach the bed, practically extinguishing my aura so as not to interfere with theirs. Sophia has some tubes connected to her body, while Achilles and Perseus are free. "Sophia..." I whispered, not knowing if my words would reach her. I've heard and read in some places that, when a person is in a coma, they can still hear us.

Sophia continued, “Everything in this place — every corner, every doorway — is covered by his surveillance. He left the coordinates specifically because he wanted to watch you walk into the past he created for you.” “And you’re helping him?” Damian demanded. Sophia smiled, but it wasn’t cruel. It was sad. “You still think this is about helping him,” she whispered. “You really don’t know anything yet.” Sienna stepped forward, her voice trembling but strong. “What happened to you, Sophia? Why are you doing this?” Sophia’s eyes flickered — then softened. “You want honesty?” she asked. “Yes.” Sophia pointed to her chest. “I died, Sienna. I died that night. My body stopped. My mind… didn’t.”

"Except me." Miranda got dressed and told her followers to attack the Night Walker pack at dawn and wipe out all their rouges. She then left the mansion and drove back to town in her Lexus, parking at her usual spot. She took a cab to Sophia's house. Sophia was still grieving alone because of the statement Derick's made, she was sitting on the couch with tears streaming down her face. Miranda walked in and sat next to her, without knocking, pretending to be sympathetic. "About your parents, is there any news concerning their corpse?" she asked softly. Sophia just look at her, without saying anything, "I'm so sorry for your loss. Is there anything I can do to help?" She asked

Sophia gritted her teeth and refused to leave, "No, I must stay with you today. Herry is my brother, and I have to find him." "Then can you stand up first?" How could Sophia stand up? Her ankle was throbbing with pain, and despite her efforts, she couldn't get up. Emily directly addressed the "vampire," "Sorry, she's pregnant. Could you please escort her out? If she miscarries here, it's your responsibility." The "vampire" was also frightened and quickly took out a walkie-talkie from his pocket, "...A pregnant woman fell, please send someone to escort her out..."

Sophia’s POV I noticed it as soon as I reached Williams' table. The sleeve of my uniform had turned red, the fabric soaked with blood. My burn wound must have reopened when Joe grabbed my arm earlier. I tried to cover it, but Williams’s sharp eyes immediately caught the stain. “Sophia, your arm,” he said, standing abruptly. His face was full of concern, his usual calm replaced by urgency. “Why didn’t you tell me you were hurt?” “It’s fine,” I said quickly, brushing it off. “I’ll take care of it after my shift.”

Sophia’s POV** The dream felt too real. Wolves clashed beneath the full moon, their skin was filled with blood, their howls carrying sorrow and pain. But in this chaos, I saw him, Xavier. His golden eyes burning as he fought an enemy, one I couldn't see. Then, Alpha Baron appeared, his big form slamming into Xavier. Their battle was brutal, their power shaking the earth. I stood in the middle of it all, frozen, a whisper of a name filled my ear.

CHAPTER 44 SOFIA Sophia lay in her hospital bed, her body weakened by the bullet wound inflicted by Jake. The injury had affected her kidney, and she was still undergoing treatment, with surgery scheduled in three days. As she gazed up at the ceiling, Sophia's mind was consumed by thoughts of her life and the consequences of her actions.

"Sophia!" She had already stepped into the empty air. His fingers caught nothing. Her body disappeared into the darkness. For one endless second... Everything stood still. Then...A sickening crash echoed from below. Logan froze. His heart slammed against his ribs. He slowly walked toward the edge and looked down. Far beneath them... Sophia's body lay motionless. An exposed steel rod had pierced through her head. Jeffery looked over the edge. A slow smile spread across his face. Then he started laughing.

She could not fail them. Noah joined her in the library, his expression thoughtful. He carried a tray of food and a steaming cup of tea, which he placed on the table beside her. "You have been at this all night," he said gently. "You need to rest." "I cannot rest," Sophia replied, though she accepted the tea gratefully. "Every moment we wait, the Memory Walkers grow stronger. They have already infiltrated three neighboring packs. If we do not find a way to stop them, they will come for us next."