Walking Dead Fort Benning Novels & Stories

“Everyone in their positions?” “Team Bravo 1 in position.” “Team Bravo 2 in position.” “Support team in position.” “Special operations in position and waiting to attack.” The intercom was silent after that, everyone was waiting for my signal to attack. We were in a warehouse on the outskirts of the Everglades in Florida, more specifically in an abandoned floating warehouse. Today Thursday, at two in the morning, everything would end once and for all for Recc. Already several of his men who had been guarding the perimeter were neutralized by our team.

I asked, a bit hesitant. "In military base. We're roaming around a place for a bit, finding some people who survive." "But there's a big possibility that only a few had survived, right?" "Yes," He ceased and called the other soldier. "Halt. Let's check the abandoned house." He announces full of authority in his voice. "W-wait, what?!" I can't help but shiver involuntarily when they already stepped out from this vehicle. I gasped in horror. There's a chance that they will leave me here, staying until they get back. But what if there's a walker that will barrage me?

To protect the female lead, it handed Enzo a massive upgrade. Too bad. I've got it now. I opened the door. A few zombies shuffled around inside. One glance, and I knew—Miranda and Perry had already turned. Everyone else was gone. Scattered messages flickered in the Chat Feed, piecing it together. I'd been out for three days. Two days ago, a squad from Brentford Base rolled through. Cleared the place. Started counting survivors. I never left my room—no sound, no movement. And just like that, Willa's group said nothing. A quiet, unspoken agreement.

was over. ​Vivienne Blackwood was dead. But as she walked deeper into the Fortress with Roman’s hand locked in hers, Maya Volkov began to breathe.

She had never gone soft on her enemies before. The next day. Wilbur woke up at around ten in the morning. He walked out of the house and then drove off to Southlake Resort Island. It was time for him to get some closure. At the same time, an SUV with a military badge on it stopped in front of house number one. A tall and broad-shouldered middle-aged man stepped out of the car. He was dressed in regular clothes, but it was not hard to tell from his aura that he was someone from the army.

The once-bustling metropolis of Eldridge City was now a silent tomb under a blood-red sky. They moved on foot, staying off the main roads. Every mile revealed new horrors. In a suburban neighborhood, they found families turned — parents still clutching their infected children. Kael had to mercy-kill a little girl who lunged at Serena with tiny fangs. He walked away afterward and vomited behind a car. Further in, they discovered a military checkpoint that had fallen. Soldiers in tactical gear, now mutated, patrolled the ruins. Damien recognized one — a man he had fed from months ago in secret.

The movers truck driver was killed on the spot while Ben and his family were taken into custody. They had passed them out on their way back into the forest. So as they woke up and opened their eyes, they saw themselves surrounded by a hungry brood of angry vampires. Well except for Ben and Jay. They stood there just watching everything happen. Zeke (to Gerald) “Talk” Gerald said “I don’t understand. What do you mean by talk?” “Tell the boy who he is,” Zeke said with a shout Gerald with a sad voice requested “Please can we not do this?”

Fred's severed head fell to the ground with a thud. (Author's Note: The term "I give you mercy" was from Z Nation. A TV show in America is mainly about zombies, and the show comes right after another TV show called Black Summer.) I screamed at what I saw because we are not used to seeing such a scene every day, right? Coco gagged and we hurried to leave when Uncle Jim told us to leave and that he would be the one to bury Fred. Cole was driving and Chito was next to him. Coco and I are behind them.

“They thought God sent powers through the white wolf. An abomination.” “Understood.” “Daddy.” “Yes.” “I have two more stripes.” “I know. This is war, Esmerelda.” “Sleep, baby girl. We got you.” Ghost kissed my head, relaxing my angst. “What base are we going to?” “We have a special forces training facility in the Appalachian Range- the area between Osterhout and Miller Mountains.” “Okay.” The hum of the tank-like SUV lulled me to sleep. The stress of my capture and imprisonment had exhausted me, and the safety of my family relaxed my core.

“Wiggle your toes. One toe. Two toes.” “I can move… tiny,” Jason whispered. His voice was far away, like across water. Leah’s hands were shaking. Her nails tore the skin on her palms. “Leah.” Ghost’s voice was low. “You call Ben. You call Maya. Tell them to bring the med van. Tell them to bring anything that can help lift this.” “What do I say?” Leah asked, dizzy. “Say: Jason Walker is alive under the east beam at the old factory. Bring a medic and a jack and a cutting torch. Bring anything. Move.”