Walking Dead Snapchat Novels & Stories

she said, gesturing towards him with her eyes lingering on Adam. Wes stepped forward to offer his hand, which Adam shook heartily. “Living Deadite, it’s really nice to meet you too, man,” Adam said. “It’s not every day I get to meet two people I follow in person.” Adam pressed his hand to his chest. “Zombie of Elm Street.” “Right!” Wes exclaimed, snapping his fingers. “You’re always in on our live tweets.” Adam stood and offered his barstool to Sidney. Sidney took the seat graciously and leaned over the bar to order a round. She handed the boys their drinks, and they stood around her stool.

Theodora asked. "That's what the patrolling unit reported." Liam replied with uncertainty vivid in his face. "Are you boys looking for me, Aurora of the conclave?" Aurora walked out from the woods in front of them along with Damien, her second in command for the daywalkers, John, and James who was carrying a backpack filled with blood bags. Theodore and his men's keen werewolf senses instantly caught the slight smell of corpses that followed them, there was no doubt they were daywalking vampires, their mortal enemies.

But I want him to know that we also care about his mother and that we are working on finding her. After he left, Limuel, Xander, and I had a small meeting. Jack informed us that Nixon told him about a dead body that had been found on the outskirts of the city, where the vampires usually hang out. So, we decided to go and check it out, hoping it wasn’t Sena.

Hope more, Sena. @Death Wish

She snickered then stood up, but stopped in her tracks, she looked at the blood on her finger, then held it directly into the sun, nothing happened. "A, day walker?" Inside Villa's gut she wanted desperately to get this vampire, one that walks in the day is a very rewarding kill, if not killed a problematic enemy to have. Villa ran over the road to her car and turned around heading south, she knew if the pickup dripped blood the scent will still be in the air, so she drove slowly, her window open, and followed it.

"Shell walkers are insectoids that can take the shape of other beings. It's an imperfect disguise that even a regular human can spot; a hard and almost shiny skin is a dead giveaway. They can pass for whatever they're imitating if people don't look too closely. See one in its true form . . . well, you won't mistake it for anything else. If these are working for a vampire, then they're renegade drones, which means they've got a poisonous bit. The poison will kill mortals and make weres really sick, but doesn't effect vamps." Shane nodded. Sebastian knew his stuff, and Shane was glad to have him on board. "We'll be sending out three groups of three to investigate, mixing up the weres and vampi

The pungent smell of their bodies was so strong that Aiden could smell it from so far out. “Walkers!” Aiden soon realised what they were once he spotted them. Walkers were the lowest form of Undead. They were easy to deal with for any strong Beastman and usually Aiden would not have bothered with them, but he was currently injured and could barely move a muscle. He wouldn’t be able to deal with them! This wasn’t the right time!

She realized that standing on either side of the woman with the megaphone were Jasmine and Becca. “Scarlet!” they cried, running forward and grabbing their friend. Scarlet was overwhelmed with grief. She collapsed into their arms, sobbing uncontrollably. Behind her came the sounds of gunfire. Vampires were shouting, exploding into clouds of dust all around them. “You’re okay, Scarlet,” Becca was saying to her friend. But Scarlet’s sobs were uncontrollable. Her grief was all consuming. “Sage is dead,” she wailed. “Sage is dead!”

People say the past comes back to haunt you. Usually they mean a regret. A mistake. A bad haircut in a tagged photo. They do not usually mean your ex-boyfriend appearing at the south fence of your apocalypse fortress looking like he’d been personally audited by famine. Miles found him first. “Alive one at the perimeter,” he said over the radio. Maya was in the supply room, counting soap, because apparently romance was dead but hygiene had survived and become everyone’s problem.

One, with purple hair and a silver nose ring, shot a look of loathing and disgust at Mateo. Mateo took no notice. The man was Teflon to the disdain of others. “How does the undead get flushed,” Mateo asked, completely oblivious to how close he was coming to trampling another crowd of passing strangers on the sidewalk. “He went as red as a cherry tomato!” Irritated, Kadeem helped Mateo weave through the other group of Weres. “How the hell would I know?” “Maybe he had just eaten,” Mateo said, shrugging Kadeem off of him - as though Kadeem was the annoying one.