We Are Walking Dead Novels & Stories

Next day **************** It was sunday and today it was full moon day. Every full moon day, alpha Jack and Elena used to organize a party for their packs at a resort which was 14 km away from the city in the midst of a dense forest. A loner wolf used to find mate in the party. They used to howl together after the party around 1 o'clock. " Carol, get ready a nice dress for today's party." her mom said while picking up a dress for herself.

Wouldn't be a difficult one to chose, for letting us get into the pack would only increase the chances of our survival or Jayden getting to see his children. Just before I crossed the doorframe, I had an impulse to pause and turn to Reuben. "Where are we?" I asked. Reuben's lips parted to give a reply, but Ben was faster, his voice smug once more. "Home. Back in the werewolf world." The air suddenly felt thinner, my chest tightening. We were walking to our deaths, all of us. Stepping out of the cargo room, I squinted my eyes in an attempt to adjust to the new lights.

I said, confused. "Daywalkers." He said. "What?" I asked. "Some vampires can walk in the day. We haven't figure out how, but they can." He said. And I realized that we really needed to get back to the pack even faster now. We were being so much more vigilant this time, in case there were more vampires lurking in the woods. In case there were more people hanging around. But we didn't stop. We finally got to a small town that looked like it only had a couple hundred people in it and the houses looked pretty nice and there was one house right at the top of the town that we could see as we were entering that was so much nicer than all the other houses.

Few even take the wheelchair and beds while the others fight with the zombies . They found guns and bullets in the two police station with few walkie talkie . At three in the evening , the group walking out from the city calmly to the south of the city. Elina had told Adrian about the group movement early in the morning . They walk for fI've hours while hoarding food supplies from the grocery shops along their way out from the city . With the puppets help , the group only need to collect the zombie crystal while keep cautious for unexpected high level zombies. Luckily the highest level zombies they met for the whole days in level four zombies that killed by Adrian and his puppets. And the cr

she said, sniffling as I gently patted her back. I took one last look at my mom, Grandma, Angela, and then at the children, wives, and pregnant women. I nodded and then headed out. The air outside was thick with the smell of death, and the sky above was a swirling mass of darkness, even though it wasn’t nighttime yet. The ground was scattered with the bodies of werewolves, witches, and vampires, all lifeless. My heart ached as I walked past them. Taking a deep breath, I focused on finding that one person.

My mind went into a downward spiral, thinking up ways to survive a crazy, zombie apocalypse. 1.) Machetes instead of guns, that way I won't run out of ammo. 2.) Find reliable allies. Let's see, Rick has Daryl in The Walking Dead and Roberta has Addy in Z-Nation. Ok, so I guess werewolf friends would come in handy if there's ever an outbreak - but can a werewolf become a zombie? SHIT! I don't think I'd survive a zombie-werewolf apocalypse.

In the morning, the four of us pack up our gear and get ready to start walking. Ryder and Reese both look tired, and I wish I'd forced them to let me take a turn at watching. They're the only things standing between death and me, and if they're working at half-full, mistakes might happen.

“How did you get these?” “From them,” Levi said, his voice small, pointing a thumb vaguely in the direction of the outside world. “The dead ones. Today. But it was the tire iron that did it, not their fingers! I think. It all happened fast.” Jake and Ethel exchanged a worried glance. This was the moment of truth. A fresh scratch from a walker was the most common vector for the infection. It wasn’t a guaranteed death sentence, but it was a very, very high probability.

The few days had passed at a slow paste. She wasn't sure how she felt about becoming the number one target of so many werewolves. From her guardians, she knew more or less how their underworld operated. Alliances, betrayals, hidden truths, forbidden lies, and so on happened as a daily occurrence. She also wondered what ensued to Milene's body, where was it, and if he had even bothered to bury her.

Like we have all the time in the world. "Get some rest," he says. "I'll take first watch." I lean against him. Close my eyes. For the first time in weeks, I sleep. --- The next few days are a blur. We travel. We walk. We survive. The wasteland stretches on forever—endless, empty, dead. We encounter scouts on the third day. They're not Corrupted. They're not Collective. They're just... people. Survivors. Scavengers. They see us and they run.