Walking Dead Troy Novels & Stories

“Give me her whereabout and you're free to go. Alive.” “As you can see, blocker.” Rio grinned and stretched out his arms, sneering. “I only brought the ax, the clothes and the robe I wore. Besides, how could you expect me to know what you're talking to me about?” “Wolvire,” his enemy spoke a name angrily. “You know very well what it is, damn human! Give it me the information or you will die!” “I don't want to die.” Rio grinned again, his expression pale and strange under the blue moonlight. “I must add I'm sorry. I don't have anything information you talk about. Just go to hell!”

“No, no, no. That is not how this works.” Myla shivered and Hayden’s arm moved around her waist, pulling her into him protectively. “Edward was just a tiny hook-up in my plan. A tool that outlived its usefulness,” Troy hissed. “I will bounce back better. You think a few bullets will keep me down? I have endured way worse! Do you hear?! I am made of things you cannot even imagine!” Hayden looked at Jared across Beck’s head. “Endured way worse?” he mouthed silently to him.

A while later, she came with a neat rag and some water in a bowl. "It isn't as awful as I thought." She said, "And it's weird, there isn't a sign of injury there. I saw it a while ago and you look…" "I'm fine," Trevor grunted, shoving her off. He gritted his teeth and tightened his hands into fists as his need for blood intensified. He didn't want to kill her. He didn't want to have another innocent blood on his hand. Yet, he couldn't help himself. He stalked towards Casey and grasped her head.

The blood mistakenly splashed into in his mouth and he licked it. After cooking the deer he ate it. Then 3days later he developed some symptoms of fever and died. After 2hours of his death, he woke up again as a zombie. And came out growling from his house looking for prey to devour. He keep on walking till he gets to damp that supply the east water so many deport get their waters from the damp because the water is always purify. He mistakenly fell into the damp. All the water that was supplied that day is infected, the first place that the water was delivered to was Tacoma the first Zone of Zombies. When the truck that supplies water enter the zone everybody bought the water.

Parting away, he spoke gently, ‘’don’t stress,’’ Don’t stress. His exact words. Now that he was standing behind Miles’ cabin, he understood why Sophia was stressing so much. How can you not be worried when your brother is someone like Miles Syde? Troy had always thought that all the Sydes had the power of intimidation in their blood. Even Sophia could be scary when she wanted to be. With a deep breath, he knocked on the tinted doors. ‘’It’s Troy,’’ he shouted a little. ‘’Come in,’’ a faint reply sounded, allowing Troy to open the door and step inside the huge cabin of his boss.

Troy’s POV Troy paced up and down the hallway, anger and irritation exiting his pores and making everyone avoid him. His skin kept rippling and he wanted to choke the life from Russo’s eyes. He wanted to see it wane and disappear completely. He had tracked Reese’s scent all the way to the river and found Cleo’s scent there as well. He had followed her scent for a mile where it completely disappeared. His wolf was pissed off and he was pissed off. “Is he awake?” Troy asked once the door opened and Dr Tyrell stepped outside.

It made sense she'd be concerned about their Beta. Nothing more than that. I'd barely had time to process Alexei's visit when I heard familiar voices in the hallway. The door opened, and Troy appeared, leaning heavily on a walking stick but grinning from ear to ear. "Look who's awake," he said, making his way slowly to the chair. "About time, sleeping beauty." "Troy," I said, relieved to see him upright. "How are you feeling?" "Like I got electrocuted and beaten up, which I did." He settled into the chair with a wince. "But alive, thanks to you."

Troy said, fully aware that I already knew what he planned to do to Doctor Jacobs. “Why him?” I asked. “What?” Troy snapped. “Why do you want to kill him like that? Why not my grandmother?” “You grandparents are fated. If I kill your grandmother, Dexter will die.” “So?” I shrugged. “He’s dying already anyway. Why are you so angry at Doctor Jacobs, but not Xander or Jolene or any of the other wolves that want me dead?” Troy undid the strap of his watch and put it in the drawer with the rest of his collection. He slammed the slim drawer shut and gave me a ‘fuck you,’ look if I ever saw one. “This is different.”

“I’m so sorry, Cassy. I came and risked my life in this place in the hope that I could bring you back home. Father is already waiting for you. You don't belong in Black Haw anymore. “She is not going with you if she doesn’t want to." That familiar baritone voice made me stand from the huge rock I was sitting on, and I saw Treyton slowly coming out from the dark side of the forest. Troy frowned when he saw that his silvery hair was some kind of bad news. “Who is he?” Troy asked, and I saw the tension in his eyes, ready to fight the young Albrecht werewolf.