Walking Dead Snapchat Novels & Stories

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.

look. “We are vampires, we have come to ask for something.” She hadn’t prepared anything to say and was unsure if she gave the right answer, but it was better than saying nothing. There was a long period of silence and Joana was beginning to wonder if the voice heard her correctly. They began to hear a small rattling noise coming from the other end of the cave and suddenly a small black lizard came into view, the lizard didn’t crawl like a normal one did, but stood upright with a royal charisma, its shoulders lifted with a look of boldness on its face as it walked towards them.

She spent the next few minutes telling them about what she did in school, and how she and her friends had so much fun. "I see." Scarlet nodded. Jane had not noticed Collins's presence all this while. "You? I know you!" She smiled broadly, pointing her fingers at him. "I see you in my dreams." Collins felt embarrassed. "We have met. I am your aunt's friend." Scarlet locked gazes with Leila. David ended his phone call and walked out of the room. Anger flashed in his eyes. He had just received a call from Marcus. He told him another human was killed last night by the same werewolf.

I pulled out my wallet and gave her the credit card with the lowest limit on it, which I thought would still make a great wedding and she left with the wedding planner behind her. “Sir.” Beta Levi said, walking into the office. “Yeah.” I said. He walked further into the room and he handed me a tablet. I pushed play on the screen and it was showing me surveillance videos of different werewolf colleges from around the country that I had asked for. “She’s not in any of these videos.” I said. “I know. So, we can rule them out.” He said. “What about the college outside of the Midnight Pack? Ezra Dawson’s pack?” I asked.

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.

“We end this. Now. Together.” But as he spoke, my phone buzzed with a notification. A news alert. I glanced at it, and my blood ran cold. It was a grainy, long-lens photo. Of me, from earlier in the week, leaving a boutique. And beside me, in a blurry but recognizable capture, was a figure in a hoodie, head down, slipping into an alley. The caption read: “Ghost from the Past? Spotted: A woman bearing a striking resemblance to the late Malice Walker seen near society wife Rora Walker.

It was wobbling towards us. 'Where is that thing going? Please don't let it come near me,' Maddox whimpered. He always would look away at the sight of the Zombies while I was watching The Walking Dead. 'Don't worry, I won't let it hurt us.' But what is happening? I pondered. It did a little zig-zagged walk closer to us, but that wasn't what caught my attention. It smiled at me - like showed me its teeth and her lips curved upward. "Maybe she sees you as her next meal," Carson assumed.

Lia whispered, her eyes widening. "No way! He’s still busy reviewing potato chips!" Bima panicked. But the sound was getting closer. And this time, another sound followed it. The sound of rhythmic footsteps, not the shuffling groans of a zombie. "Mmmph… content… drama… continues…" a raspy voice muttered. The first Zombie Food Vlogger emerged from the end of the alley, his camera recording them. His glowing red eyes seemed to sparkle, as if he had found a compelling sequel to his story.

The killer still hasn't been found. When I saw Jacob's message, a chill ran down my spine. That last call was him, too, so I called him right back. I kept my voice low, the irritation edging through. "Jacob, what the heck are you talking about? Did you forget Edgar already passed away?" His voice came over the line, shaky. "I-it's true. Did you check the apartment residents' group chat? The message was from Edgar!" I hesitated for a beat and told him we'd follow up on WhatsApp, then pulled up the group chat. Out of habit, my phone was on silent, and the group chat was muted. After Jacob's reminder, I saw the message Edgar had sent.

So, I was driving, hoping I would find her coven on the way. "I swear to God, if you don't stop changing the damn channels, I will kill you!" Josh shouted. Since Scott was the one sitting next to me, he was playing with the radio channels, changing it every second for the past thirty minutes. Scott finally stopped on a channel and rested his back on the seat. "So, Josh, if you are a vampire, how are you walking in the sun?" Nate asked, trying to lighten the mood. "All vampires can walk in the sun," Josh answered, glaring at him.