We Are Walking Dead Novels & Stories

I jerked off when the other military wagon behind us is currently shooting those people with a body of a dead. I wanted to scream loudly but instead, I felt the impulses of vomiting surging from my stomach. Gross to think, but I badly needed to eject and puke this out in my mouth after noticing some people walking with an enormous crater in their womb, and others are surely having a great time screwing their eyes out. Oh, fuck! "People who got saturated with the rain earlier will become like that. We called them walkers and they're already undead. Zombies, they say. And if you got bitten by them, foresee that you'll gonna be one of them in less than an hour."

“Velma, you don't understand. The sun is gone. It's the time of the moon now and the Fangtastic Forest is not safe for werewolves, much less humans. The night walkers are out now.” “Fuck! I forgot about them,” Nigel cursed. “Night Walkers are vampires who can't walk in the sun, so they hunt at nights,” Miranda declared, and again Lazarus was impressed. “So now you all see why you have to spend the night here?” Lazarus said this looking directly on Velma, whose face was so red she had to turn her eyes on the floor. “OK that’s the smart thing to do,” Valko added.

Avril's Point of View We were tired when we woke up the following morning. Our discussions and getting to know Alastair had gone long into the early hours of the morning. He seemed to be a good person, and I was glad for Alise. We learned a lot about Vampires last night. If one is born a Vampire, they can walk in the light without damage. Alastair called them Day Walkers, which is what he was. However, if they lose their humanity and become evil, they lose that ability and are labelled Night Walkers.

I went from walking next to Al, and Amber to falling far behind, dragging my blood-splattered body along the road following two strangers on a journey to I don't know where and I am too tired to give a damn. Because I have to be honest with myself and the truth is... I would give anything to live and not go back inside of a coffin. And I feel bad somehow because a part of me knows I am using them for protection from W.I.K.D... The police, rogue werewolves... My self. I don't know them— Amber and Al, and clearly, they didn't know me either.

When Ethan Lane came back from his business trip, he pulled two dolls out of his suitcase. One was pink, the other blue. His daughter, Nina Lane's eyes lit up for a second when she saw the pink one. But instead of reaching for it, she glanced over at Crystal Shaw, Vivian Shaw's daughter. That five-year-old girl had already stretched out her hand for the pink doll. So Nina pulled her hand back and said quietly, "I'll take the blue one." I froze. Nina's loved pink ever since she was little. Her backpack is pink, her water bottle is pink, even her hair clips are always pink. But the moment Crystal was in the picture, she stepped aside. Later, when Ethan drove Vivian and Crystal home, I ask

They were growling at us as if they were daring us to make any wrong move. “What are these things and why do they look so disgusting?” I asked, staring at them with a disgusting look. “These are dread walkers, I guess Gabriel forgot to give us an heads up about the fact that they’d be here.” Lucien grumbled. “Or he intentionally didn’t tell us so that we won’t give up before we start the journey.” I said with a nervous smile wondering why the so called dread walkers were just growling at us, without making any attempt to attack us.

well almost. All this tree is showing is a mix of vampires and werewolves walking around. That is even weirder. Vampires and werewolves walking together. Unless it's a guild team, which she doubts, it's not possible. Their superior nature makes them clash. This is getting weirder. Willow kept on with this process while she passed a few blocks. She ducked her head as a group of newborn vampires walked past her. She made herself small and insignificant, not making a sound to draw any attention.

As the night deepened i thought of going out. I wore pure black from my leather jacket, jeans to my boots. I let my hair fall out being blown away by my walk. I don’t know where i'm going. What i want just ventilate. It's twelve o'clock in the evening and the people around are getting smaller. While walking in the dark i couldn’t help it use my ability as a vampire. My sense of smell, my eyes seeing in the dark, and my sense of being around me if there is a presence close to me.

Ben told. “We’ll just pass by.” Dara said. “Dara they’ll sense you.” Wade uttered. “What do you mean? Are they vampires too?” Dara shockingly asked. “Not vampires.” Kate smirked, “They’re werewolves.” “William and Sabrina are also werewolves.” Wade winked at Dara. “How come I never know?” Dara murmured. “I’ll go talk to them and try to make them leave and you guys go in as soon as they are gone.” Ben spoke.

“We will be walking back now, don’t try any stupid shit.” Samantha turned to the elites behind us. “Go down each of the tunnels, kill any rogue you find.” They nodded and 3 groups of 3 ran down the tunnels. “Be back in less than an hour!” Samantha added. “I am ready to go back to my bed.” She growled. I smirked as Violet and Jake joined us and together, we led the ‘walking dead’ back to Dick’s pack. ~~~~~~~~~~