What Episode Does Eugene Die In The Walking Dead Novels & Stories

I asked, slowing my pace, their face looked so sullen, especially Lola’s. “Dad? He?” She couldn’t complete her sentence as she began to cry again. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I looked at Eugene. “He’s gone.” Eugene tells me. I felt my legs grow weak as soon as I heard it. “He died?” I asked, wanting clarification and he nodded.

His throat was completely constricted. "...He can't be dead." Eugene muttered with strained eyes, then let out a bitter laugh. He had heard the entire plan to kill him, and said nothing to him as he went to his death. He had tacitly approved of killing him through his silence. Yet still he wanted to believe that he couldn't really be dead... that he wouldn't have died. "Perhaps you felt the same way."

Leon said, "Mother, Christine, this is good news. We should be happy. Being alive is what matters most." "This is indeed a joyous occasion," Christine said with a touch of sympathy. "When Eugene was thought dead, Sibyl... well, Sibyl from the Hutchinson family was devastated, fainting several times. Now that she knows Eugene's alive, she'll be overjoyed, maybe even cured of her grief." Cynthia recalled crying with Sibyl after learning of Eugene's supposed sacrifice. Eugene was a man of steel, and she refused to compare him to anyone.

Eugene shook his head comically, as he raised his barrel once more, aiming it directly at Lucas's forehead. ‎ ‎ ‎"Isn't it so great how things work out? a wry smile stretched on his lips, everyone stay exactly where you are, or the next one goes right through his brain." ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎--- ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"Please," the word tore from Emory’s throat, raw and desperate as his hands slicked with Rosette’s blood. "She needs a doctor. damn it, she’s dying!" ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Eugene didn't even blink. He kept the barrel of his gun leveled squarely between Lucas’s eyes, a sick, satisfied smirk stretching across his face.

“No need. You stay and rest. I’ll let you know if anything happens.” With that, he picked up the call and hurried out of the bedroom. A moment later, the front door closed with a sharp thud. Adora stood frozen in place, dazed. Eugene had always been terrified of death, yet he chose to end his life by slitting his wrists, watching his own blood drain out and feeling his life slip away bit by bit. The pain, the despair... No matter what he had done in the past, in that moment, it all dissolved into nothing.