Walking Dead Fort Benning Novels & Stories

I told him He stood up, carried her in his arms, and headed toward the stairs. When we left the base, I saw a lot of bodies outside. 10 wolves were lying dead, and the bodies of the men who were defending the base were scattered around. I took Blake and Abby back to my cabin and treated them with herbs. It was dark when we got there, so I put more wood into the fireplace and lit a fire. Abby woke up first, and I gave her more herbs to drink.

I smirked as Violet and Jake joined us and together, we led the ‘walking dead’ back to Dick’s pack. It was well past 8 in the morning before the nearest packs were able to send assistance. They all got the frantic calls from Beta Finnian around 2 when the attacks started. Warriors from the closest 3 packs came charging in expecting to see the pack completely destroyed, but... the scene before them seemed surreal. Most of the dead members were already lined up for identification and burial, a giant tent was set up in front of the hospital with triage, and the destroyed and damaged structures were being cleaned and cleared away.

I said. “Holy shit. Maybe you really are cut out to be the Alpha.” Lucas laughed. But I just shrugged my shoulders. We were waiting for another hour before my burner phone started ringing. “Hello.” I answered. “Hi. They’re hitting a town called Sallisaw. There’s over 8,000 people in that town. They’re hitting it tonight.” Benjamin said. “We’re only about two hours away from there. We have to get moving before sundown.” I said.

Darren chipped. “And whatever she’s using is making them freakishly strong,” Daniel added. “So basically the Walking Dead?” “The Walking Dead.” As we stepped out of Darren's house, the cool evening air enveloped us, carrying the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the distant hum of crickets. But the tranquility was short-lived, shattered by the weight of our mission. Nathan unfolded the paper, his eyes scanning the address as we walked towards our car. "It's an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town," he said, his voice low and urgent. "Let's gear up and get moving."

I just shook my head and pressed down the button on my walkie. “Hey guys we've got a dead at our rear, end of the street, closing fast.” I stated clear and quiet. Speaking up or firing a gun now would be a very bad move. Like all things evil the dead tended to be more active during the night and a loud sound would draw them to us like wildfire. “Can you handle this quietly West?” Wheelers voice asked through the small device and I grit my teeth. This was one way to get my mind off of Jake.