Walking Dead Wayne Novels & Stories

“I’m taking it.” On the walk back, the first dead thing crosses her path. Male. Forties. Office shirt torn at the shoulder. One shoe missing. Blood down his tie, which feels unnecessarily formal. He shuffles from between two parked cars, head cocked, mouth working around a sound too wet to be breath. Maya stops. Not freezes. Stops. There is a difference, and she has paid for it. The dead man turns toward her. Slow. Hungry. Certain. Her body remembers dying. It tries to send the memory through her knees, her hands, her throat.

We increased our pace as the horde gave us a hot pursuit. Wayne, already has the van ready to move when we got there. I got into the vehicle first. Joe was about to come in when an infected launched itself at him. He stumbled to the ground but was fast enough to get up. I left the door open so that it would be easy for him to come in.

Wayne pats her back, struggling immensely to ignore the sweet scent she carries around with her, one that makes him want to bite into her neck and do unspeakable things to her… “You should go.” He pushes her back softly, nodding towards the door before his wolf loses all of his self control. As soon as the door shuts, Wayne lets out a soft howl, a painful one, holding his chest as he falls to his knees, his eyes a swirl of gold and pain. * The rest of the week goes by pretty fast with no incidents if to not count the few times that Wade has tried to win her over, or the times her own father has questioned her decision.

Alan called some people over to drag the frightened refugees and the dead body away. If it weren't for the blood on the floor, Olivia would've thought it was all a dream. She had read about Wayne's savagery on his file. But the words weren't as convincing as what she saw in person. Wayne took some tissues and cleaned the blood off his blade. Then, he went back to the bed and lay down. "Let's begin." Olivia picked up a silver needle and eyed his neck. Then, Wayne spoke up, "If anything happens to me, the entire city will die with you. Think about it before you stick that needle into me."

Michael strode straight to the elevator after saying that while Meadow followed him with a pale face. Wayne was pushed out when they arrived at the door of the emergency room. Stanty asked the doctor about the situation. The doctor then said that there was nothing serious and Wayne vomited blood because he suffered a heavy emotional blow. Wayne was then asked to rest while he was placed under observation. Stanty breathed a sigh of relief, but Meadow's heart was cold. Since Wayne was fine, it meant that he would get even with her immediately. What should she do? Meadow really wanted to disappear, but it was impossible and she followed Wayne to the ward timidly.

The moment I saw Evelyn, I handed her the plant. "Evelyn... please be quick," I begged her. "I will do my best," she said, before running out of the suite. I walked over to my bed where Rayne was lying down. Her face was so pale, yellowish, and sweaty. She opened her eyes and a small smile was drawn on her lips upon seeing me. I smiled and bent down to kiss her lips. I wrapped my arms around her back and she winced out in pain. I gently lifted her up and took a look at her back, causing my eyes to go wide. Her whole back looked like an infected wound; the werewolf poison made her rot.

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.

Chapter 116 Part of The Prophecy Dr. Brooks walked back in to find him awake, a warm smile spreading across her face. "How are you feeling?" she asked, her voice filled with genuine concern. "The transformation looks good on you!" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with delight. But Wayne's expression was one of confusion, unsure of what was happening. Then, he saw his hands - they were no longer wrinkled and frail, but strong and youthful. His eyes widened in astonishment, and he couldn't believe what he was seeing. "Vampires usually age to around thirty, and then it really slows down - aging almost stops," she explained, her voice patient and gentle. She waited for the news to sink in, watc

"And unexplained Neratomay deaths?" On that I hesitated. "None that I'd describe as unexplained." Malarias stared at me. "A vampire not five years turned did not properly secure his home," I continued. "Sleep took him while in the living room of his house. A human opened the door, and he never woke again. Two others died in a sanctioned battle, and Tyler was sent to handle two others."

"If you're willing to do that, I suppose there's no need to do it in front of the whole campus. Just apologize to Jackson in person." Meanwhile, Jackson was no longer as calm as before. He stared at me with suspicion. After all, he knew better than anyone that I had never pushed him off the rooftop. When I walked out of the infirmary, Kara followed me from behind. She stuffed some bandages and medicine into my hands. "Adam, use these to treat your injuries." I didn't refuse, but simply asked, "How much are they? I'll wire the money to you." She looked rather awkward. "You used to take care of me like this before. Why are you being so weird now? We don't have to draw such clear lines between