Walking Disaster Book Novels & Stories

“Never judge a book by its cover. Having a coworker like her is seriously the biggest stain on my life.” I ignored everyone’s mocking comments and simply smiled as I escorted Elijah and his group out. After everything I went through in my previous life, words like these meant nothing to me anymore.

The drive home seemed like it took forever- even though it was only about 20 miles. I was hoping I didn’t crush Will’s self confidence too easily. I felt awful that he had went through such a terrible accident that would leave him without an arm, and just when hope was attainable for him to be able to fit in, he was deemed unacceptable by society. People were always so judgmental and and broke my heart… especially since he seemed like such a nice guy.

Not one bit. They encountered a few stray zombies on the two day walk home, but Rex handled things quickly and without mishap. It was as if dealing with walking corpses had become second nature to him. Kendra thought about mentioning the look in the eyes of the zombies who had surrounded the tree that she’d climbed into for safety, but then thought better of it. That conversation could wait for another day.

My living had been turn upside down, and my staffs stood there powerlessly, there faces buried toward the ground. Jax was sitting on the sofa facing the entrance, holding a book I had left on the table earlier before going out. I walked forward and the damages got clearer; vases broken across the floor, and one of my favorite portraits shattered to the ground, with its frame resting by the wall. “The Unwelcome One,” he read from the book’s cover, slowly. “By Martin Crowns.” He looked up, at me, and I walked closer to him. “What’s the deal with you? Why causing all this mess in my abode?” I said slowly and my voice shaking—like I’d poured all my seriousness into that statement.

The two of them together walked to a park bench provided in front of the bookstore which was now filled with many people who were taking cover. Hazel, who had previously fallen, was limping beside Calvin as he slowly carried her to calm herself from the traumatic experience she had just experienced. Meanwhile, the streets of Downtown Seattle suddenly turned into ravages. The sound of ambulances and police sirens wailing at each other to help the victims who were injured by the indiscriminate gunfire by Edgar and his men. Several stretchers were also intentionally provided by the roadside to accommodate the injured victims, but were still waiting for the next ambulance to arrive to take them

She also called Reed but there was no answer. Since she was already here, and she couldn't walk her way back to the town, she decided to wait. While she waited, she wandered around the hall and saw a book on the table near the windows. She was surprised when it was the book she was supposed to get that day in the library but she dropped it when the earthquake happened. Her eyes narrowed. Maybe Reed also liked the book and took a copy. What a coincidence. But then it wasn't romance but a thriller book so it was reasonable that he liked it.

Fox was driving, Rebekah was sitting next to him, and Elijah was next to Melia, who had her gaze fixed on a book he recognized. She saw beyond everything, but no one wanted to see the truth... DALAYA: THE SEARCH The story of a woman who lived in darkness but managed to stand out even in it. JACK DEVERCADE That book was more than just a favorite for her. In tenth grade, the teachers never failed to read them the story of a woman who, after living in caves and suffering, discovered the greatest treasure of all: to continue respecting life despite every adversity. It was a book that moved even the most insensitive soul. They named the woman Dalaya, just like the book, symbolizing struggle, love

I protested, tears mixing with the rainwater. But it was too late. The mudslide engulfed us, and in the chaos, I lost sight of the elderly person and the child. "Seraphina!" Randy's desperate voice reached my ears, but before I could respond, the relentless rush of mud carried me away. "Seraphina!!!" I was drained of strength. On the verge of death, a thick book floated toward me. "I'm about to die, and this wretched book…" I didn't finish my sentence. The hefty book, with millions of words, pressed onto my face, forcing my head downward.

I do not know who I am so afraid , but they must have been really bad as I feel my entire being shivering at the thought of coming back here. My knees begin to ache , the splintery wood keeps digging deeper into my wound with each move I make. I decide to instead sit on my ass , so that I could give my knees a break however…I found myself in a problem ; I could not move no matter how hard I tried. It felt just like it did earlier , when I could not move against the wind – but this time , it scares me. I try to prier my knees from the ground , but to with no luck. Then as if gravity was torturing me , I felt my knees lift a little off the ground until my knees are slammed back into their norm

RYDEN We barely made out alive before the huge explosion that came from the basement of the house. I stared in horror and shock as another explosion followed, debris flying everywhere, fire erupted from all windows, and dark smoke consumed the entire house. “What the fuck?” I patted Walker’s shirt on fire, and it didn’t stop. “Roll on the ground, Walker.” He did it right away which killed the fire. I instantly smelled of burned flesh. He got a small spot of his back burn.