Walking Dead Graphic Novels & Stories

This scene looks like 'the walking dead' on a movies I like that one. "Ah you are an animal" Cardo shrieked, he stabbed them again and again. Regardless of Cardo's age it doesn't matter anyways the blood gushed anywhere as he is having a hard time because he can no longer pull out the knife he used, he just tramples on it. Eww so gross!

There was a guy walking across the street, his face buried in his phone. I sighed and shook my head. These humans and their terrible addiction to their phones. A grim smile appeared on my face before I vamped to him and sank my teeth in his veins. His phone dropped from his hands and his body shook nx convulsed. When I felt him dying, I left him and bit my wrist, bringing my wrist to his mouth and feeding him my blood so he could heel.

The sight that they created resembled a whole platoon. They were the Army of the Undead. One of the undead seemed to notice Audrey's group. It walked towards their direction. The undead has its hand mangled for an unknown reason and its biceps looked like they had been chewed away. Thus exposing a white humerus beneath his tattered sleeves. As it drew nearer, Nike could hear its rattling breath and low groans that could make people's blood run cold.

And the rest that they importantly need in the lab. He was about to step his foot turn around to the shelves when he saw a body of an attacker (living-dead) on floor. He was startled. But Jack was able to concentrate. He tries to observe the body, his body was melted like an ice cream. You can also see the bones in his face through out his body peeking out already. He was disgusted and wanted to vomit but he just covered his mouth and continue to walk away to that melting body.

Their bodies twisted and contorted, bearing witness to the cruelty and absurdity of war. In the midst of battle, some werewolves were knocked to the ground, yet they continued to struggle in agony. Their eyes widened, their mouths gaped as they gasp for air, and blood continued to flow from their wounds. At times, some of the werewolves fighting alongside Renee and Grace would sustain grievous injuries and gradually succumb to their wounds. With their last breath, they would gaze helplessly as their comrades retreated from the battleground, before their eyes gradually shut and they passed away, departing this world forever.

I'm a dead corpse, whose soul has already left her body trying to figure out this mess. I'm a walking dead, as I look at my condition. My wrists are swollen, the handcuffs, still there. My one hand was done free, to grab a glass of water.. Mercy??!!! I chuckle sarcastically. My wrists has dark red marks all over, while I'm trying to soothe the pain, rubbing the area. The blood still visible superficially from the thin skin upon it. I close my eyes, not to agonize it more, with my paranoid self.

She spotted a specific article a stranger had made a few hours ago. 'Everything you need to know to survive the walkers.' Brie frowned. "Walkers?" She shrugged and kept reading. '1. Walkers are attracted to noise, movement, and smell. If their body isn't damaged enough, they will have enhanced senses. Avoid contact at all times. 2. DO NOT touch them. Stay away from any saliva, blood, or disconnected body parts. It WILL infect you if it enters your body. It is giving the virus easy access. 3. If your companion, pet or family members have been in contact or are showing any of these symptoms (coughing, seizures, foaming at the mouth, fainting, vomiting) stay FAR AWAY, or if possible, kill them.

After Riven was done explaining, he stood up. "Take me to the body." He ordered. The night air was super cold and still but for the vampires, it meant nothing. They walked to the car in silence. Riven opened the boot. The body had changed since they left Voss City in it. The degradation had started. There was dark blood and bruising. The skin had gone to a grey-green that had nothing to do with natural composition. It was like a kind of color that only came from the inside out. Ice had formed at the edges of the wounds in patterns that didn't accredite its existence to temperature alone.

Convincing them is going to be the next obstacle. The screen turned on as black at first, with occasional static throughout like an old VCR start up. Then, when Jayce pressed another button, an image popped up on the screen. Gasps and shouts erupted in the hall. On the screen was a deceased Undead monster splayed out on the ground with bullet holes and slash marks through its clammy gray skin. The chest cavity had been peeled away, exposing the top of the ribcage. No heart. No lungs. Its jowls had split apart into two with three rows of jagged teeth on each side.

He lifts my small wounded and broken wolf form to jump onto the land and lay me down on it softly. Once assured that I was safe, he turns around to the other rogue and that's when the fight begins. 10 seconds....I just counted till 10 seconds to see the rogues fall down dead. One's neck was teared apart from his body while the other was bleeding to death. Pushing their dead bodies into the running water , Volkan clears his snout of their blood in the running stream to only turn around to approach me. I laid there, lifeless and still.