We Are Walking Dead Romane & Geschichten

“Why are you helping the wolves?” My eyes widen in shock; this asshole can speak. I really thought they were zombies. Do zombies talk? I don’t think so. I thought they only made gurgling sounds. Thanks for stirring me wrong Walking Dead. I blame all my stupid thoughts on N*****x. “What the hell are you?” I ask and feel weird having a conversation with this thing that just attacked us. He gives me a look of disgust, like how could I not know who he is. “Your people call us fangs, but we are vampires, duh,” he replies smartly.

“They all look like they're sleeping. Just stay quiet.” “So what? We walk right past them?” I rolled my eyes, my sarcasm went unnoticed. “Yep, what's the worst that can happen?” There were better questions to ask but I feel like sassing him about his word choice wouldn't change the plan. We were going to be walking right next to sleeping zombies, praying that neither of us steps on a twig or bumps into one that we didn't see. “We could die!” I obnoxiously whispered

"Hardly! I've already contacted the Captain through our mental bond—he's sending men over as we speak." I grinned at the beta's efficiency. "You're truly an excellent beta; I hope your Alpha recognizes your worth," I complimented him. He beamed, clearly pleased by my words. Suddenly, my nose wrinkled, detecting the unmistakable stench of death. Where was it emanating from? The beta noticed too, his expression turning grim. "Day walkers," he whispered urgently. We tracked the foul odor to the old man's house, where we discovered a couple of Day Walking Vampires siphoning the lifeblood from the unfortunate elder.

Darren chipped. “And whatever she’s using is making them freakishly strong,” Daniel added. “So basically the Walking Dead?” “The Walking Dead.” As we stepped out of Darren's house, the cool evening air enveloped us, carrying the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the distant hum of crickets. But the tranquility was short-lived, shattered by the weight of our mission. Nathan unfolded the paper, his eyes scanning the address as we walked towards our car. "It's an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town," he said, his voice low and urgent. "Let's gear up and get moving."

And when I do say horizon, I fear that it is coming over the horizon from far across our borders. It is believed that there is a group of mortals that find themselves to be half immortal too. A group that possesses the strength of a Vampire yet not the weaknesses of one. These creatures, as I would prefer to call them, but they refer to themselves as The Walkers, are making their way into Europe soon. The simple reason is to seize victory and claim ground, and unfortunately for us, we find ourselves in the way. Now from what I have heard, and I have never been in contact with any one of them, they are far more powerful than any Vampire and are just as difficult to overpower too.

"What's happening? What with all those people" Carly asked, peeping at the street before them. Hundreds of people were walking like zombies. Some were standing like a statue with total no movement. "I think the town is gone. Everyone is dead." Max said, looking at the people before them. They walked to the street slowly, ready for anything. It was daytime but too quiet to be safe. Miriam held her Katana while the other had different weapons. The werewolves had their claws out in case of anything. Everyone was in battle mode—Ready for anything.

why are you awake by this time" "Couldn't sleep and I'm guessing it weren't just me huh" "Want a drink" she says with a sigh "Ain't it too late for you guys to be drinking " Arthur says as he come in while yawning. "You're invited besides alcohol doesn't have an effect on werewolves" Mom says with a chuckle as she grabs the glass and a bottle of whiskey. "So, how did you find Arabelle" Arthur says breaking the silent tension.

Behind us, the heavy doors swung closed, shutting away everything ugly that had come before. Ahead of us stretched a road that had never been walked. It was just the two of us, but that was more than enough.

That debt had to be settled properly. Three days later, on a stormy night with pouring rain, a battered armored vehicle—barely holding together—smashed through the gates of the villa complex. Callie and Dan crawled out of the car, covered in mud and looking utterly miserable. Behind them, more than a dozen mutated zombies were chasing them. “Help! Is anyone there? Help!” Callie screamed, her voice hoarse. Dan gripped a machete in his hand, but it was useless against mutated zombies.

” He asked and I nodded my head. ”I think it’s like that because my mom saw my death, she didn't see my future. My sister did,” ~Amber~ ”How about a break?” Lydia whined as she dragged her feet on the dirt behind us. ”How about we continue walking since we’ve only been at it for three hours,” Raven clapped back. ”Easy for you to say. Vamp queen,” Lydia groaned. We had taken the car out of the pack borders and past a few other packs that we didn't want to walk past. After that, we went on foot.