Walking Dead First Time Again Novels & Stories

A certain base fell because of an attack by Bird Zombies, while some mercenaries told the government that they encountered Cat Zombies, which killed a lot of their members with its agile movements and sharp claws. Another six months later, a human mutated. The first-ever human to awaken their power seems to be in a faraway country, yet their awakening seems to spread wide, all over the globe. Farrah, who was still in a fight with a zombie, felt a tremendous power pressing down on her chest at that time, making her breathless. The basic level zombie she was fighting ended up melted up in a pool of black blood because of the potent power fluctuating in every direction. Even Farrah, who’s a hum

Death hummed, and whenever Cece tried to ask him a question, his hums got louder. When they stopped, Cece's body thrummed with energy, and she stared at Death. He was beautiful, and even as he smiled, she could see that there was something sad about him. "You've been offered a second chance, Cece. Get your revenge, and live your life. This is the only chance I'm giving you." And then he kissed her cheek, a small moon mark forming on the spot where he had kissed. Cece touched the spot in wonder and then felt a pain in the side of her neck. There was a snap, and she let out a gasp, eyes flying wide open.

It was no use after all the zombie apocalypse started in 12 hours so there wasn’t too much to be worried about. At midnight the next day, the first zombie was caught on camera when a reporter at the rosewood park reported on a woman being bitten and was then bitten by the woman herself, that the entire world fell into chaos. That’s how she ended up becoming Caleb Carter’s most important person in the entire team he gathered, and now she was looking up at another big chested idiot, god why are there so many of these bitches running around? ****

"What's happening?" Sharra cackled and began to dance. The waltz, I think. Watching the bodies resurrect was like watching a flower grow in fast forward. The skeletons emerged first, the bones growing and connecting. Next came the muscles, veins, and skin. Then their insides seemed to fill up. With what, I didn't know. Cameron's eyes opened first. They were black. And he smelled like vanilla potpourri. "I'm so sorry, Cameron." "Don't worry, unwanted vampire. You'll see him again really soon."

The first werewolf died at 3:17 PM. His name was Marcus Forty-Seven, and he'd been one of the strongest of the clones—a natural leader who had taken to modern life with an enthusiasm that would have been heartwarming if it weren't also slightly terrifying. He'd been the first to successfully operate a smartphone. The first to order delivery pizza. The first to understand that the metal boxes with wheels were called "cars" and you weren't supposed to fight them.

I will not give him to satisfaction of my screams as he drains me to the brink of death. The sun is coming up when I finally am able to move. Dominick has taken me to death. I manage to crawl over the debris left from the vampires shredding everything in my house to the kitchen. I pull myself up and get a blood bag out of the refrigerator. I drink every drop of the first one and then a second one. It will take a few to get me back on my feet. I finally begin to feel normal after the fifth blood bag.

*** When Lena woke up in the hospital, the first thing she saw was Andrew sitting beside her bed. Bloodshot eyes. Unshaven stubble. He'd been there for days. But she didn't need him anymore. Their eyes met, heavy with unspoken words. Lena was the first to break the silence. "Uncle Andrew, you don't need to stay here. Go check on Nicole—she needs you more." Perhaps sensing her words might seem too cold, she added, "I can take care of myself." Andrew froze, staring at her with an unreadable expression.

“Please. And I’d like to make breakfast, if that’s okay.” She hesitates. “We usually—” “Please,” I repeat. “I just…need to do something normal.” She nods stepping aside. And then leaves the kitchen. I crack eggs into a bowl and grab a whisk to beat them. The small television screen above the counter plays the morning news. A news reporter stands outside a government building that looks half destroyed. “—third attack this month on human administration facilities. Authorities suspect extremist vampire factions protesting the recent rise in deaths linked to “Heamatodipsia” a nerve disease killing majorly the vampires…”

“No matter what happens, don’t come out.” It was the first time I had ever seen such a grave expression on her face. “What about you?” I grabbed her sleeve and asked. “I’ll kill them first.” She leaned down and kissed my forehead. “Wait for me.” Then, Ruth turned and rushed straight into the endless sea of zombies. I watched the surveillance screens, my heart lodged in my throat. Right at that moment, the door to the safe room was suddenly pried open from the outside.

Lilia immediately switched the gun to her other hand and raised it again. This time, she aimed directly at me. As my attention was fixed on Leo, I never noticed Lilia’s actions. "No!" Without a moment's hesitation, Corleone lunged forward. At incredible speed, he threw himself in front of me and shielded me with his own body. Two gunshots echoed through the garage. One bullet tore straight through Corleone's lung. Blood instantly burst from the wound and spread across the concrete floor. At the same time, the sniper's next shot pierced Lilia's chest.