Walking Dead Wayne Novels & Stories

Alex I looked around the bedroom in Wayne’s house, making sure I hadn’t forgotten anything. I checked under the bed, looking for any stray socks. It had been exhausting, being on the farm, but I felt confident the place was back on track. Wayne could handle things going forward. Wayne and the team I insisted he hire. The man was going to work himself into an early grave. Although he was convinced it wouldn’t be early at all.

To kill you, mentally first, a pain worse than death Then I will drive a knife through that tiny heart of yours… With the sweetest Love, Raymond. The paper shook in my hand, smeared with Wayne's blood. Wait, did he say three people died? But he only shot two. Suddenly there was a third gunshot. I spun around to see a lady drop. There was that third. Wayne's body suddenly jerked on the floor. “Oh shit!” I snapped, moving closer to him as I began to reapply pressure on him.

My eyes flew open as I started to gasp for breath, the pain of my neck being torn open still fresh. When I thought of Julian and Jessica Taylor, I remembered how they had stolen the last piece of moldy bread I had risked my life to bring back. I remembered how, the moment the zombies broke through the security door, they grabbed me from both sides and shoved me out. "Melanie, Jessica has bad health! Hold them off for us! I'll never forget what you did!" I clenched my fists, letting the pain remind me this was all real. After a moment, I threw off the covers and got out of bed.

Normally the cross would glow immediately when it detected a vampire and she didn't smell garlic around here either. Even if they hid the cross in a wooden box, they probably wouldn't have enough time to take it out because, before that, she would kill them if they acted abnormally. After Maris nodded, the two men entered. She also walked right behind them and as soon as she reached the bottom step, she almost cried when she saw Vincent sitting in a large sealed cage made from transparent glass. He closed his eyes, fatigue evident on his face. - Vincent. It's me, it's Maris...

Wayne leads us to his room. We get to the door and my heart aches immediately. His body is badly mangled, and his left arm is missing. The stump is bandaged and I sigh deeply but Ryan is right, he’s alive and that’s what matters. I grab a chair and pull it next to his bedside and Dr. Wayne smiles, “He should be waking up soon.” I nod, squeezing his hand and Ryan sits beside me.

Cameron did not utter a word. ‘Wayne does treat me very well, so well that I’ve gotten used to his presence.’ The next day, in the ICU in Stoslo… Waylon was lying on the hospital bed, still in a coma. And Damon came in with Nolan. “Master Goldmann, Master Wayne has been in a coma since he got out of the surgical procedure yesterday afternoon.” Nolan walked up to the bedside. Seeing how his son looked, he could not help but feel deeply distressed. “What did the doctor say?”

Flora promised, but my heart still sank when I saw her leave too. “You’d better stay exactly where you are…” Wayne warned, making me flinch as he took just one step closer “Because I’ll be standing guard right next to that trapdoor. And if I hear a single sound down here, I’ll come down here and cut your head off, understand? I don’t care if you have valuable information about those bastards’ war plans or not!” he growled, his heavy footsteps reverberating through the two small rooms, until he reached the top of the stairs and cast one last glance at me through the trapdoor opening “Fucking scum!” And then he closed that door, blowing out almost all the candles in the candlesticks, leaving m

Instead, they returned to the city and planned to head back out the next morning. As for Wayne, once he said he’d pay a visit, he meant it. At dawn, he was already in the garden behind the research institute, hacking at the vegetable patch that had been planted just for him. Tanner had to coax him for ages to keep him from hauling an entire wagon of produce along, and even then Wayne left in a foul mood, stalking out with his face set in stone. By the time Aria and Archer arrived at the Duncan estate the next morning, Wayne had already shown up—Tanner and twenty armed soldiers in tow.

she sighed. Fred nodded, relief washing through his features. "That’s right, sweetheart." He slipped one arm beneath her knees, the other around her back, ready to lift her. "Let’s get you out of here." But before he could stand, a sickening clang split the air. Fred crumpled forward, collapsing onto Ashley’s lap. I gasped, spinning around in horror—only to see Wayne standing there, a metal rod in his hand. "Well, well," he drawled. "Didn’t your mama teach you not to meddle in other people’s business?"

Williams lay on the ground, dead. Anderson and Carl were slipping his body into a body bag. After they were done they loaded him into the back of the Humvee by the truck. It was a grim sight and very depressing, to see someone on your team being loaded into a body bag. Even if Zane didn’t know him for long, it still saddened him.