Wally West Dead Novels & Stories

Tanner quietly woke his men up putting a finger to his lips. He told a few of them to head out to the cabin perimeter and post themselves in between Jake’s warriors. Nezerra did the same before he and Tanner joined Jake. “West side outer border post didn’t respond. I sent two of my men to check it out.” Jake tells them. “Alpha, Kevin is dead. Throat slit.” Daryl links him.

she said, but she did stop trying to slam the door. “Listen,” I said, determined to convince her to let me in. “I have bad news.” I peeked through the crack in the doorway so I could watch her painted-up face. “Adam Welling is dead.” The door flew open, causing me to lose my balance and fall face-first onto soft, vanilla carpet. “What are you talking about?” she demanded. “Why would you say such a thing?” I pulled myself up, brushed back the strands of hair that had escaped from my ponytail in that graceful dive to the floor. “Because it’s true. I was just at his house this morning. He’s dead.”

Damon demanded. Atlas hesitated. “Walter is dead.” My head spun as I heard that, I staggered, almost falling I swayed slightly before Damon’s hand steadied me at my back. “How?” he asked, his voice dangerously low. “I do not know the details,” Atlas admitted. “But he did not leave by choice. And he did not die peacefully.” Pain flared sharp and quick inside my chest. Walter had been one of the few who had looked at me with kindness after my parents died.

"Walter's dead." Nellie's mind went blank. She whipped her head up and stared at Stephanie in disbelief. "H-He's dead? How did he die? When did it happen?" "Over a year ago. He died in prison. It was suicide." "That's impossible!" Nellie jumped to her feet. Frowning, Adrian swiftly stuck his arm out and held it protectively in front of Stephanie.

"Tell me it's fake. The death certificate—it's fake, right? He's not dead!" Danny exhaled hard, eyes already heavy with the answer. He pulled out a stack of papers and slid them over. "I'm sorry, Dr. Foster. It's real." On top—plain and brutal: [William Wright. Date of Death: March 17, 2020. Cause: hemorrhagic shock.] Delia jerked her hand back like it burned, then snatched the page again, her fingers shaking. A tear hit the corner, smearing the ink. "No... this isn't possible..."

Von’s POV Through the hospital window, Chris's covered body was being prepared for the morgue. One conspiracy architect dead, the other about to be captured. "We're winning," I said quietly. "Winning feels like drowning," Marissa replied. "Just slower." Before I could respond, Marcus's phone buzzed with an alert. He checked it, face going white. "We have a massive problem." "What?" He turned the phone toward us. News headline, breaking: RICHARD HALE DEAD IN APPARENT SUICIDE AT LAX

Asher responded. It made me wonder if they were in some sort of cult. "What happened?" Damien walked farther into the room, his movements lithe and powerful. Even without trying, he looked strong. Even when there was no danger, he looked like the kind of guy who could face down just about anything or anyone and come out on top. "It's Wallace Hendricks. He is dead." Jackson said. "How is that possible?" "He died sometime early this morning. That's all I know." "He was right as rain when we left his place. That was only six hours ago." Asher cut in.

Then he hears Aaron. Aaron, by the tool rack, in a stage whisper apparently designed by a faulty theatre ghost: "That's the doctor. Think he knows about the dead-once thing?" Maya closes her eyes. Jin turns his head. "Dead once thing?" No laugh. No disbelief. Just careful attention, like he'd seen impossible things survive peer review and then eat the building. Maya opens her eyes. "Welcome to the base. We offer water, quarantine, and unfortunately, context."

Zomb reached out a hand to her, and when Nova gave it, she gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "Zomb...I'm sorry for dragging you into this. I didn't mean for you...I didn't..." none of the words I'm saying are what I want to say, and Zomb gives out a small laugh. "Jonathan, I died the minute I escaped from Sunville. Now I'm just doing it physically." she replied, her movements slowing. I could feel my stomach tighten with dread, and I held her a little closer. She was starting to feel cold, and I panicked a bit.

He walked to the adjacent ward and opened the door, but there was no sign of me. Frowning, he went to the nurses' station. "Where is patient 807? She just had kidney surgery. She shouldn't be moving around." The nurse checked the computer and replied calmly, "Patient 807, Jocelyn Pryce… was declared deceased at 5:20 p.m. this afternoon."