Walking Dead Tripp Novels & Stories

A young girl spoke to me first, telling me how I wasn't in heaven and they don't bite, very funny how that sounds, a woman, who I assume must be her mother also spoke to me, she told me I wasn't intruding, that I should come join them for breakfast, I was a little reluctant, but I didn't want to be disrespectful so I moved towards the chair she asked me to sit, the chair was on her right hand, I got there and sat down, saying a good morning and thank you, as I sat down, I looked in front of me to find an attractive looking man sitting just opposite me, I looked away from him to take a better look at the girl from earlier who looked to be around twelve sitting beside him, I gave her a small s

Walker-That shit is not gonna walk. Luke- yeah. It can crawl. I got stuck at some point, thinking what he meant by it'll crawl when I saw the typo. I had typed walk instead of work. Walker- you bitch! Luke- you'll do worse. Walker - you need to see this. I texted, taking an unlawful picture of Steyn sleeping and sending it to him. Luke- she's dang pretty. Walker- Thought so too. I texted back, pocketing my phone. "You've caught the Darius disease." I whispered in Steyn's ear, rousing her from sleep.

These past few days had taught her that resistance was useless. I sat in front of the chapel and began to lead the funeral rites. "The hour has come." I rose to my feet, my voice echoing through the open hall. "Lift the coffin." The words had barely left my mouth when frantic footsteps came pounding from outside. A woman stumbled in, caked in mud from head to toe. Her hair was a wild, tangled mess. It was Daphne. She had escaped from the crypt.

Inside, though, inside I was breaking all over again. Later that day, after making sure the kids were settled in comfortably, I tried walking through the packhouse like I wasn’t crawling out of my own skin. The triplets trailed close behind me, little hands clutching my shirt and sleeves. Their eyes darted around, too quiet for their age, like they already sensed something was off. Everywhere I went, whispers followed. Wolves passed by in pairs or small groups, voices dropping but not low enough. I caught pieces. Enough to hurt.

On my 18th birthday, my triplet brothers adopted a fifteen-year-old orphan girl and they claimed her mother died saving our parents. To make our new "sister" feel welcome, Matthew forced me to give her my coming-of-age gift, Daniel sent away the sheepdog that had been my companion since childhood because of her allergies. William coldly told me to get out of the house and stop making their little sister upset. I didn't argue. Just packed my bags and left. After they returned from their vacation with the orphan girl, they learned I'd enlisted in a twenty-year frontier medical program.

Erica cried, "I was only trying to save her, Zayden! But she…" I closed my eyes and waited for death to come. Suddenly, a loud roaring came from overhead. A gust of wind descended upon the campsite, toppling the tents. Everyone had a hard time keeping their eyes open, and their hair blew wildly in the rogue breeze. I raised my head with some effort to see a white medical chopper hovering above. The blades spun, and the thunderous roar rang in my ears. A figure in a white coat hurried down from the chopper. He moved quickly, darting over to me the moment he hit the ground.

𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑮𝑨 𝑹𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑵𝑶𝑾. 𝑸𝑼𝑰𝑪𝑲𝑳𝒀.” 𝑯𝒆 𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒍𝒇 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒌𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒒� ��𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉. 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒂𝒅.

He says. “I’m thinking the petty stuff is probably just some fucking kids who need their asses handed to them but this shit right here, this is a big wig ass motherfucker. I know they aren’t pulling all of these jobs off alone. So we’re looking for a team. With them knowing our locations and camera spots we need to do a sweep on our own men. If we do have a leak, I’ll deal with them and I swear to you they won’t be breathing when I’m done.” I say. I grab my shit and storm out of the office. I get into my car and speed off. I have no idea where I’m going but a drive is what I need to cool down. These fuckers have no idea who they’re fucking with. They go low, we go to the belly of hell. I yan

I didn't know how strong wolves were, but I knew very well the strength that my father possessed, he would easily be able to take out the triplets all on his own. "Mariette ... the truth, now" my mother said, waiting for me. I sighed before looking up at her, the tears brimming my eyes. "I found my destined ... or well ... my destineds ... remember the dream you had, well it came true the morning you told me about it. But ... the triplets, all three of them are my destined" I said, as I allowed the tears to fall freely now. No longer hiding it from my parents, I just spoke freely. My mother and father both turned pale as they stared at each other, completely horrified that their daughter, wh

My grip tightened around the phone. “Sir,” Trip’s voice came out strained, like he was using all of his energy to speak. Everything inside of me suddenly went stone cold. Something was wrong. “What happened?” I demanded. My body felt too tight, every instinct screaming at me to act. But I couldn’t fucking act if Trip didn’t say anything. “I—fuck,” he hissed. “Tyler. Tyler Cross. He fucking shot me.” I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying my damnedest to remain calm. “What the fuck do you mean Tyler shot you? Where are you?”