Walking Dead Fort Benning Novels & Stories

The pungent smell of their bodies was so strong that Aiden could smell it from so far out. “Walkers!” Aiden soon realised what they were once he spotted them. Walkers were the lowest form of Undead. They were easy to deal with for any strong Beastman and usually Aiden would not have bothered with them, but he was currently injured and could barely move a muscle. He wouldn’t be able to deal with them! This wasn’t the right time!

Carrying the body through the cemetery at night was easy with the dead gravedigger there was no one, the hard part was getting rid of our soldiers and putting the body in the car. Approaching the entrance to Fort George, we stopped at the back of the building, climbing the rusty fire escapes, at the apartment window we passed each of the three. Bianca should have been closer to waking up, but we couldn't run the risk of someone seeing it, I put the suitcase in the corner of the bed and left the same way I entered, the chance of being seen by someone is too high to risk it.

" It's fine , Wei Qing . I had told Mr Adrian on your way back to the RV with Ah Fang , I will drive first , so we will go now . You all can take your breakfast while I drive the RV , I will eat the steambuns first . We will take turn later . Mr Adrian said we won't stop unless for filling the oil tanks or change drivers . We need to drive faster or we won't reach the base before night come ." " Okay then.. Gunny ... You drive first , then I will change with you ." Wei Qing agree. To save time , the team drive away from the large town before eight a.m leaving the burning corpses of zombies in the middle of the town that attract the attention of the nearer zombies .

“Notify Wyvern Peak’s soldiers in Yelloton to handle a body at Yelloton Hotel.” “Yes, ma’am.” After hanging up the call, Mya walked over to Buck’s corpse and stood by the side. Adrian exhaled a long breath in the meantime. It did not take long before a dozen Wyvern Peak soldiers originating from Yelloton showed up to get rid of the body and clean up the scene. The whole ballroom was deadly silent.

Beautiful. Behind us, explosions. The facility collapsing. Imploding. Burning. Taking everything with it. Victoria. Rookie. Jax. All buried under tons of concrete and fire. We kept running. Away from the blast zone. To where Marco's army waited. Thirty bikers. Iron Serpents. Desert Reapers. Bratva soldiers. All watching the facility burn. We stopped. Caught our breath. Watched the place that had been our prison. Our hell. Collapse.

"Drop your weapons. Kneel. Hands behind your heads. Or be vaporized." Jack stopped. He looked left. Tanks. He looked right. Infantry. He looked up. Death. He looked at his team. Marcus was leaning against the wall, sliding down slowly, a trail of dark blood smearing the white stone. His bio-foam patch had failed. Finch was on his knees, dry heaving, the gas having gotten to his old lungs. Ben was out of ammo, holding his empty launcher like a club. Haley was curled in a ball, sobbing quietly, clutching her laptop.

She pulled her cloak tighter and walked through the camp, her feet carrying her without conscious direction. The camp was quiet. Guards were posted at the perimeter, their eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of danger. Fires were banked low, glowing like embers in the night. Soldiers rested in their tents, their breathing soft, their dreams unknowable. Lena walked through it slowly, memorizing faces, saying silent goodbyes to people she might never see again. A young wolf who had laughed at dinner. An old vampire who had shared her water. A hybrid child who had asked if the battle would hurt.

He pulled his arm away from them as he argued, “And what about him? Will we just allow him to die here like this?” He then pointed to William who had already passed out at that moment. “But sir, they cannot see you with this man,” his bodyguard commented. They were still at the abandoned complex, the former Elysian Inc office, but was now a haunted place. It was getting dark, so the only light that was allowing them to see each other was the fainting light of the setting sun. The place was also far from the metropolis, so there were no nearby hospitals in the area.

Karl and Elena supported me between them, following Zara and Victoria through the smoking ruins of my compound. Bodies lay everywhere. Most wearing my colors. The battle had been a massacre. We reached the barracks, a squat stone building that had somehow survived the assault. Inside, wolves huddled in corners, wounded and terrified. They scattered when they saw Zara, her enhanced presence setting off every survival instinct. Victoria cleared a room in the back. Someone brought medical supplies. Dr. Morrison tried to examine me but I waved him off. "Talk," I said to Zara. "Now."

The base lay in ruins, littered with the corpses of ordinary people, and the air was thick with the pungent stench of blood. The air-raid shelter was an even more gruesome sight. What had once been a refuge was nothing but crumbling walls and debris at present. Conrad stepped onto a puddle of blood. The elderly woman who always greeted him with a smile at the base was now nothing but a severed head. She had been devoured by zombies. “How?! How could this happen…” Conrad’s voice trembled. He tried to reach out, but his arms refused to move. He knelt on the ground and sobbed uncontrollably.