Walking Dead Graphic Novels & Stories

Whiskey. The pictures on the screen began to change in quick succession, flicking through the gruesome images. It stopped again on another wolf, its belly was cut open and its guts were spilled out on the ground. The chair warmed again, and for a brief second, I wasn’t cold. Then it changed to a small group of giant wolves, all standing together with their big teeth facing the camera. The collar whirled to life and the pain shot through me once again. I trembled and shook violently as I screamed in pain. I'm not going to be able to hold out too much longer. The electricity stopped and I took a large gasp of air. I was panting and sweating, but no tears fell. I think dying would be easier tha

Accompanied by a burst of miserable cries, Hecarim's face became increasingly ugly. "Hurry up! Retreat!" Hecarim raised his hand somewhat feebly, his face pale, commanding his men to withdraw. However, it was obviously a bit too late, and quite a few werewolf soldiers fell under Talon's sharp claws. Their throats were penetrated, blood scattered all over the ground, the color of life slowly disappearing from their pupils.

Someone raised those old, already long-lying dead in the ground, but ordinary people, the inhabitants of this city and its environs, also become walking corpses. Vic rubbed his forehead again, then touched the wound on his arm and winced. In Reet, the one who was bitten turns into undead, but here there is no special transformation, everything happens quickly and with merciless inevitability - they die, and then immediately get up as other creatures. But the wound must still be inflicted?

I pressed down the edges of a smile that had been curving my lips, “a good thing you have enough sanity for both of us then.” He shook his head as we continued walking, muttering something along the lines of, “goddess help me.” ************************ The closer we got to the witch doctor’s quarters, the faster my stomach filled with dread. Draven had been right, it was much, much worse. Blood, organs sprawling out of gaping wounds, limbs scattered around here and there. It was like something straight from a horror story, only it was real. As real as the fear that was now forever etched on the faces of wind borne’s pack members. Most of them died with their eyes wide open, loudly proclaimin

It is not every day that he sees a werewolf changing into a different monstrous species in front of his face. The black marks of the bald-headed man slowly separated from him body, and they grew longer and longer until half of the pathway that they are on is filled with them as they wildly flailed around like huge living black vines. The look on Jared’s face turned solemn as he stared at some portion of the cave wall that cracked and broke at the touch of those black vine-like things. Pointing at the bald-headed man, Jared turned to General Markus. “General, I think it’s better if you leave here first. Those things are strong. Even stronger than him.”

Before I could react, she pulled out a knife. I froze. The blade came straight at me— Then, a sickening stab. But no pain. Vincent had stepped in front of me. Blood spilled, staining the floor. Even as he staggered, his eyes locked onto mine. "You okay? Did she hurt you?" I shook my head. Only then did his eyes finally close. *** The cops dragged Emma away as she shrieked profanities. "You filthy witch! Lunatic! I'll kill you one day!"

Mr Albert Dickson and Zhang Wei were walking on the street, looking for what to eat everywhere was silent, so many trash on the floor like; Human flesh, blood, bloody clothes, and water bottles. Zhang Wei look so tired, his cloth was extremely dirty, rough hair, he barely walk faster.

Even now, as I lay upon the gleaming white floor of Moose Creek’s medical centre, sedative spilling through my veins and blood streaming from my chest, photos of the futures forking from this moment blinded me. I saw Scarlett stood amidst the dead, the only survivor in a war she’d never asked for. I saw her bent over her mate’s body, sobs wracking through her. Then I saw her fumble for the outstretched claws of a fallen werewolf and use them to slit her own throat.

A few minutes later, Nicholas arrived at the meeting place in his werewolf form, bleeding. Everyone, including Cedric, was in a daze upon seeing him almost beaten to death. As soon as Nicholas shifted back to his human form, his werewolf packs immediately extended their hands and helped patch his wounds and to remove the bullet out of his system before anything awful will happens to him. On the other side of the story, the woman safely arrived at her dad's enormous mansion. Hundreds of her security hurriedly greeted and brought her to the main house the second she landed in their parking lot.

Every step I took was heavy with thoughts and the conclusions I was coming to. The more I stared at the bodies, the more they looked like they were just taking a nap. I almost thought I could hear their breaths. Blood was running in their bodies; they weren’t pale and cold as they ought to be. The only thing missing in them was their heartbeats. All four bodies looked more alive with every passing day. The marks drawn on their backs were healing, but leaving a huge scar like a printed tattoo. No other deaths have been reported, and no one has claimed to search for these dead people. Winny was back in her room, resting like a baby.