We Are Walking Dead Novels & Stories

Theodora asked. "That's what the patrolling unit reported." Liam replied with uncertainty vivid in his face. "Are you boys looking for me, Aurora of the conclave?" Aurora walked out from the woods in front of them along with Damien, her second in command for the daywalkers, John, and James who was carrying a backpack filled with blood bags. Theodore and his men's keen werewolf senses instantly caught the slight smell of corpses that followed them, there was no doubt they were daywalking vampires, their mortal enemies.

It wasn’t too late and many were out here having a late dinner or enjoying the fire. *We’re NOT going to be brave, we’re getting to safety! We are with child and we can’t risk--* The sounds of snarls break Hope and I out of our moment. Hope gasps as easily two dozen or more people come swarming into the pack. No, not people! Death on two legs. Vampires!!

Seeing my father’s head guard, Zeus snaps the breath out of me. His scarred face home in on us and the man walks towards us with stealthy strides. Ever since I knew the man, Zeus, who was acclaimed by my father to have fought wars of survival and revenge which the scars on his face serve as proof I've never heard his footsteps when walking. That’s why I’ve grown to call him the Walking Dead. His obsidian eyes flash into my face before throwing a brief look at Mrs. Sinai. My body tenses. I don’t know why he's here but him being here means there’s trouble in the paradise.

"Is that so? I am just one step away from happiness. This is my last chance to become happy in this broken life of mine. I will not allow you to ruin it." After saying that, she approached me and wheeled me into the fire escape. I watched as the wheelchair neared the stairs. "Are you planning to kill me?" I asked. Upon letting out a long exhale, Selena released her grasp slowly. "That's nonsense. It was just a slip of the hand." My wheelchair started rolling forward on its own as Selena guffawed. Right before my wheelchair would roll down the stairs, I held the brakes. While propping myself up on the wheelchair, I rose to my feet.

“We already are. We’re still breathing.” They started walking—two silhouettes swallowed by the storm, the kind of storm only wolves could survive.

“Maybe not, but at least my fave is cooked and not going to give me tapeworms.” “You’re ridiculous.” He turned back to the TV, a smile on his face. “In a bad way?” Shit. Why had my voice gone all high and small just now? “Nah. In a good way.” He gazed at the screen. “I’m so lost. Why does everyone look like they stepped out of the nineties?” “Because the show started in the nineties.” “It’s that old?” “The word you’re looking for is classic.” “How about we put on The Walking Dead?” he asked. “Still keeping with the supernatural theme, and it was actually made in this century.”

she looked back at me. I stopped at her comment. "I'm joking again, when will you get that I am." she again teased. I shook my head. We made our way to the back of a small cottage. I got nervous when I saw a group of werewolves who seemed the same age as us. Young, handsome men and beautiful females. They were all sitting at a small river chatting. Their attention turn to us as they sensed us. They all got up as if they wanted to leave. "She's my brother's savior, the human I told you about years ago," Cali told them.

"If you all are done laughing can we now focus on how we are going to get out of here. Alive." Salvador groaned tiredly. "Fuck." Wei spun around to the direction he was looking at and got a surprise. "What the hell are those?" Jeff fired in shook. "Mummies." Sandra said grimly while taking in the familiar sight. "Mother fucking God dammed killer mummies." "Why—? Why aren't they moving?" Wei watched the predators that stood less than twenty feet from them.

the doctor explained. Damian contemplated for a while. As long as it was the only option they had, they would explore it. He would do anything possible to keep his mate alive. "Where do we find this walker?" Damian asked. "That's going to be quite the challenge, alpha," the doctor said sadly. "You see, walkers are a rare breed of people. They're spread out too thin across communities, with as few as one in a thousand people having the likelihood of possessing the gift." Damian's hopes sank to the ground at his words, and he was flung into a pit of despair.

But what was weird about it was that Alexandra face was blurry, like if it was slightly burned off. "Alexandra, what the hell happened?" I forgot about the picture when Mike joined us. "Didn't you see it? It all happened so fast. Buildings were burned down, people were slaughtering and burning each other in the city. Many escaped and ran away, but many more died. It's like everyone had gone mental" I stared at her horrified. "Where's Win and Pheuk?! Adom?" I asked. "I thought they'd be here." "How can this be happening?! One second we were in Adom apartment, and the next we wake up in the middle of the streets and find out that we've jumped right into an episode of The Walking Dead?!" Mike r