Walking Dead Wayne Novels & Stories

Leigh said emphatically and earnestly. Wayne shook his head, but Leigh could tell the young man was getting weaker because he closed his eyes again. "Don't... I-I don't want you to be late for your work tomorrow. D-don't bother." Wayne's voice lowered as he uttered those words until Leigh realized the young man was unconscious. "Wayne? Hey, Wayne?" Leigh tried to shake the young man a little to wake him up, but when she held Wayne's arm, Leigh felt that he was pretty warm.

He only stared at his watch and counted coldly. “Ten seconds. “Five seconds. “Doctor, you may…” The syringe was raised high. BunBun lay on the floor, barely breathing. At that moment, I finally understood just how ruthless Wayne truly was. I collapsed to the ground, screaming in despair. “I’ll sign!”

I lit a cigarette and leaned out the window, shouting down to the street, "How does it feel, Uncle Garrett? It's more exciting than the foot massage parlor in Brimstone, isn't it?" "Exciting my ass! Flint Wayne, you shameless little bast—ahhh!" Even now, Garrett's mouth was hopelessly filthy. I immediately jammed the descend button again and dropped the terrified Garrett back down like a human yo-yo, bouncing just above the heads of the zombie horde.

Zeke POV I swallowed hard, forcing myself to turn slowly and push myself off the door, rolling my shoulders back and dragging in a deep breath. I didn't have time to wallow in guilt or question my choices. I had to focus on her. As I rounded the corner to the stairs, I nearly tripped over Wayne's body, sprawled across the floor. Fuck. For a second, I just stared down at him, my pulse still hammering like a war drum in my chest. He wasn't moving—completely out cold. A small smear of blood marked the floor where his head had hit it on the way down.

I suddenly felt the urge to slash everything on my way, my eyes never felt clearer and my hatred for these werewolves becomes greater. “Let us first give Quinn a proper burial,” I said and closed Quinn’s eyes. After digging a hole into the ground, not too far from where we saw Quinn’s body, we hugged her body with a cloth and put her body inside the hole. “I was planning to ask her out after this,” Rendall muttered while staring into the ground where we buried Quinn’s body. “Rendall, she was about to confess.” I looked at my cousin who is now looking at me with a puzzled expression.

“The Alpha’s pet finally decided to show up.” “Careful,” another voice added. “If the Alpha catches you talking to him, he might tear your throat out.” Wayne didn’t stop walking. He couldn’t afford to. His legs were still weak; the poison had drained more from him than he wanted to admit. Even standing in the cool morning air made his skin prickle. But he wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing him falter. He reached the edge of the field and grabbed a wooden staff, pretending to join the younger trainees. His grip trembled slightly, but he forced it steady.

I teleport us, and we're standing next to the door with me still over Wyatt's shoulder. "Uh, can we help you?" Ryder asks, amused. Wyatt's face turns red as he puts me down. Haha, we have a red lycan, everybody. "We're looking for Wayne. We talked to Eva, and she said he was close to Dr. Neelson and Adrian. Can we look at the images from the cameras?" I ask. Lucas walks over, and types a few things into the computer, and all the images pop up. I reach out and touch his forehead with my finger, causing him to look at me with confusion.

My tears gather and start to fall. The door bursts open and Beta Ezra walks into the commotion, looking as bewildered as ever. “What’s going on?” He asks, disoriented. “Take that bastard out of here” Hades orders, pointing at Wayne who has a bleeding mouth and a broken nose. Ezra listens immediately and drags Wayne to his feet, before leaving with him. “You monster!” I turn and yell at Hades when it’s just the two of us. I can’t bear it anymore.

He exhaled deeply then looked up. ‘Olive,’ his wolf whispered. Wayne's eyelids shot up and his jaws clenched tight. He got on his feet and sped away on impulse. He entered his elevator and went straight to his quarters. As soon as his elevator door dinged open, he froze. All three colors of his eyes mixed together and his face turned deadly. “Olive,” he growled gently and walked to her where she laid on the floor, unconscious.​

He did really think I was dead all this time? “What are you saying Wayne? I never told you that your mother was dead,” Manny asked. Wayne’s indignant expression was locked on mine. “But there is no way my real mother would have left me behind, she is dead, meaning that this woman is an imposter,” he said, firing the last bullet into my heart. With that, he turned and walked away, leaving me in pieces. Manny stood up from the bed, glancing down at Dexter who was breathing better now.