Walking Dead Fort Benning Novels & Stories

And I couldn’t shake the feeling that whatever it was, it was connected to The Burning. “I found something out while I was out there,” Ben continued, his voice barely above a whisper now. “Something I didn’t want to believe at first.” I frowned. “What do you mean?” Ben looked around, making sure no one was listening, and then leaned in closer. “One of the soldiers in my unit—his name was Carter—he died in the first wave of attacks during The Burning. But before that, he told me something… something strange.” “What?” Ben’s eyes were intense, his voice low and urgent. “Carter said he’d been in contact with someone here. In New Haven. Before the fires broke out.”

"Just training and muscle memory." Adam finished the third vampire, then shifted back, naked and covered in blood. "We need to keep moving," he said. One of the guards pulled off his jacket, handing it to Adam. We ran deeper into the facility, down another level. But we could hear fighting everywhere now. Screams. Gunfire. The sound of walls being torn apart. "The bunker," Dr. Cross gasped. "Bottom level. It's designed to withstand anything." We made it to the stairs. Started descending. Then Circe, who'd been quiet until now, suddenly grabbed my arm.

Heavy, synchronized, tactical footsteps. Julian stepped in front of Maya and the children, raising his weapon toward the reinforced ceiling. The Vanguard Ghosts hadn't breached the lobby. They had breached the roof. And they were directly above the nursery. Where baby Alex was sleeping alone.

Before long, I felt my hands grow so numb that I could barely move them. I was so cold. I knew I had messed up. I would never dare covet my younger brother Beckett Walker's food again—not even a whiff of it. Suddenly, the piercing wail of a red alert echoed through the entire base. It was a Code Red—the highest-level zombie horde invasion! I could hear panicked screams, frantic footsteps, and the deafening roar of heavy gunfire. I summoned every ounce of strength I had left to shout, my voice trembling and stuttering from the cold. "Dad! Mom! Let me out! The zombies are here!"

The only thing that resembled a metropolis was a Walmart in the center of town. We proceeded to drive around the Walmart parking garage, trying to search for any visible sign of activity that might be a potential danger to us. About eighteen undead were walking around another end of the platform, gathered together like a mindless, bloodthirsty swarm, but we easily avoided them since we parked on the other corner.

Not wanting to go to the headquarters, Valencia called her beta, Gerald, and the rest of the alphas whoever was in the condition to join them to talk about the hycwen attacks. Gerald showed up after fifteen minutes and greeted everyone, “Hello alphas. I checked with the werewolves who were on patrol duty on the day of the attack. They say that the hycwens were minding their own business far away from our border so they didn’t alert everyone. However, suddenly they shuddered violently and it was as if something took over them while they were fooling around. All of a sudden they began marching ahead and soon a herd of them followed and before the patrolling crew could inform us, they had been

When I'm done, they walk me back up to the house, where Tobe is already preparing lunch for the four of us. I pause at the front door, and take one last look at the dock. The body of the zombie is lying on the beach, half submerged in water, bleeding from a bullet hole in the head. All I can think is that if Ryder and Reese hadn't gotten there when they did, I'd be dead right now, or infected and on my way to becoming a monster.

Maya explained. “If you run into them quickly find somewhere muddy and covers yourself. I don’t understand them but I discovered they can’t smell you if that’s possible.” “Okay, please tell Sylvia I won’t be long. I am relieved now I don’t have to leave her alone.” William and Billy were making their way towards the Cemetery. At odd placed the walking dead would appear. Since they covered themselves in mud the things didn’t looked towards the once. “What’s happening in this town?” Billy stop a moment to catch his breath.

"Hardly! I've already contacted the Captain through our mental bond—he's sending men over as we speak." I grinned at the beta's efficiency. "You're truly an excellent beta; I hope your Alpha recognizes your worth," I complimented him. He beamed, clearly pleased by my words. Suddenly, my nose wrinkled, detecting the unmistakable stench of death. Where was it emanating from? The beta noticed too, his expression turning grim. "Day walkers," he whispered urgently. We tracked the foul odor to the old man's house, where we discovered a couple of Day Walking Vampires siphoning the lifeblood from the unfortunate elder.

There was a small little pathway behind that bunker and the one next to it, that was probably how the person who almost killed her, found her. There was a metal door at the back of the bunker and it was designed for only specific people to know how to open. What to pull and where to twist. Gwen was specific people. Because she was a soldier. And it would be foolish not to design the building like that when Fort Brimburg was so close to the border of the number one public enemy.