Walking Dead Indifference Novels & Stories

She led them down a back staircase that was mostly intact, then through a service tunnel that opened into the street. The east district was worse than Kaden had imagined. Bodies lay scattered across the cobblestones, some still moving, some not. The Indexed ones stood in small groups, their silver eyes blank, their mouths hanging open. A few of them turned to watch as Kaden’s group passed, but they didn’t move. “Don’t make eye contact,” the woman whispered. “They’re not aggressive unless you trigger them.” “What triggers them?” “We don’t know yet.” They walked in silence after that. Kaden’s arms were aching from carrying Kael, but he didn’t complain. Alina was struggling to keep up, her hand

I went from walking next to Al, and Amber to falling far behind, dragging my blood-splattered body along the road following two strangers on a journey to I don't know where and I am too tired to give a damn. Because I have to be honest with myself and the truth is... I would give anything to live and not go back inside of a coffin. And I feel bad somehow because a part of me knows I am using them for protection from W.I.K.D... The police, rogue werewolves... My self. I don't know them— Amber and Al, and clearly, they didn't know me either.

Zomzom’s keen hearing made out dribbling slimy chewing. The dead man cocked his head to one side in a familiar movement from when he’d been alive. He was in no hurry to approach the witch. Despite her obvious painful weakness and nobody else being in the corridor, Zomzom had no desire to attack. The undead’s instincts told him that of the two of them the predator would be this mangled semblance of a human. That very moment, when the zombie had already decided to turn away and take a walk in a different place, Livia suddenly turned, looking straight at him. The woman’s small puffed-up eyes were flashing with malice.

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.

CHAPTER 115: The Price of a Past Life Jacob's POV I kept to the shadows, my boots barely making a sound on the cracked pavement. Every few seconds, I’d freeze, pressing my back against a cold brick wall as a pack of the infected wandered by. They weren’t like the zombies you see in movies.. they didn't moan or stumble. They moved with a terrifying, jerky precision. They were like puppets on silver strings, twitching to a rhythm only they could hear.

Hyde wiggled as he punch him on the chest but the man didn't seem to mind it. "Mama!" The child cried when Indigo started to step away while carrying the child. "Hyde, baby." Amber's feet seemed to move automatically following them. When they got out of the house, she almost lost her strength from what she saw. People with gunshot wounds were lying outside. She felt horrified when she saw that they were bloody. She felt the trembling of her knees when recognized that some of them are her neighbors. And they are obviously dead. The anger she feel for Indigo Villacorda intensified.

It was surrounded by those 'walkers', stumbling around like they were in a trance. "What are they?" He breathed out, staring in disbelief. He chugged some water, letting out a sigh of hydrated relief. "They call them walkers." She pointed the screen down slightly to allow him to see easier and switched to the website she was reading. "There's information on them, finally." As Adam read, she watched his expression change from confused to terrified. "This is like an actual zombie movie." He spluttered, barely able to get his words out. Behind them, a stirring caught their attention.

I flicked on the TV and we all settled down to watch it. “Yes The Walking Dead” Zeke smiled, grabbing the remote from me and turning the volume up. We all watched intently, quickly getting engrossed in the gory details and characters stories. Zeke more than anyone. About half an hour later Brody returned looking angry. “I need a word” he said to the four of us, he sounded annoyed. We all hushed him in unison, our eyes glued to the screen. He sighed a grabbed the remote from Zeke and turned the TV off. We all made noise of protests.

He's now wearing a white shirt and dark pants. Izaac walked towards the kitchen with ease, hands were kept inside his pockets. He looked as if he's about to strangle anyone at the moment. His aura is very different from Ambrose although they somehow share the quiet type. Izaac is not as sharp as he looks, he strides with ease. He's reckless and cruel. He is just pure evil. “Bloodsuckers like vampires?” Izaac nodded, “Yes.” I was about to strike another question when a yell from the kitchen interrupted my thoughts.

XII –Bless Us, Sinners WILLIAM VEIL: The werewolf was gazing down at Winters with such obvious affection and longing – and despite his years of growing seeing other people look at his sister like that... quite frankly, this one was kind of making him sick–but judging from the dazed, glassy look Winters was wearing, William could tell that his sister's mind was mercifully too far away from here to process what the actual hell is going on right now.