Who Is Jocelyn In The Walking Dead Novels & Stories

JOCELYN’s POV People always said I was lucky, the kind of lucky that made strangers smile at me in the grocery store and old friends watch me a little too closely when you weren’t looking. I am Jocelyn Campbell, Heiress of Campbell Group, the one marrying Ethan Blackwood. The girl with the life every girl dreamed of, or at least, that’s what the world thought, and until a week ago, I believed it too.

“W-what woman?” “Jocelyn Valdez. The one you cry for at night. She lives and breathes among rogues.” I gasp, my head spinning in fast, dizzying circles. The creature just keeps watching me, as if it didn't just say something that froze all the blood in my veins. My arm feels like it's set on fire, and even though I'm here, staring face to face with the possibility of my death, all I can think about is Jocelyn.

"You scared Vivian! What has gotten into you overnight? Did Jocelyn put some kind of spell on you? I'll go teach her a lesson right now!" Joel's voice turned ice-cold. "I'm afraid you won't get the chance. Jocelyn is dead. She died yesterday—on the operating table, during the kidney donation surgery." "What did you say?!" The bowl of porridge slipped from my mother's hands and shattered on the floor. My father staggered back in shock, nearly collapsing. But Joel gave them no time to recover. He pointed directly at my father and Vivian. "One of Jocelyn's kidneys is in your body. The other is in his. You two are the ones who killed her."

the girl snapped immediately. I stopped walking. Considering she had walked directly into me, I could not help myself. “Says the person who bumped into me?” I looked her up and down calmly. “My name is Jocelyn. What’s yours?” A strange look crossed her face. “I know who you are,” she said flatly before walking off. I frowned slightly but continued toward the water fountain. The interaction sat strangely with me. What was she even doing here? As I filled Jackson’s glass, I glanced around and noticed the security cameras above the hall.

After a few months, Lira came to visit me. She brought a shocking piece of news—Jocelyn really had become infected with the silver venom, and they'd already had a funeral for her. "There are some things that one should never say lightly. It might come true one day," Lira said thoughtfully. I nodded in agreement. The last time I had seen Dylan was at the entrance to the academy. I had seen him standing there as soon as I walked out of the gates.

“That’s me.” The older officer nods politely. “We just have a few questions concerning a death.” My stomach drops instantly. “A death? What death?” The officers exchange a brief look before the younger one answers. “This afternoon, Jocelyn was found dead inside her prison cabin.” Shock ripples through the entire table, because what the hell? She seemed fine after we talked to her that day. The officer continues, “According to the visitor logs, you and Miss Lilly Wood were the last people to visit her.”

“That’s me.” The older officer nods politely. “We just have a few questions concerning a death.” My stomach drops instantly. “A death? What death?” The officers exchange a brief look before the younger one answers. “This afternoon, Jocelyn was found dead inside her prison cabin.” Shock ripples through the entire table, because what the hell? She seemed fine after we talked to her that day. The officer continues, “According to the visitor logs, you and Miss Lilly Wood were the last people to visit her.”

“Ivy called. She said to give her regards to you. She's now a pediatrician in Italy.” Jocelyn's eyes lit up with surprise. “Really? Extend my regards to her the next time she calls then.” “I sure will,” I nodded, racking my brain to come up with another topic to keep the conversation going. Unfortunately, I couldn't come up with anything. “I will let you be on your way then. Bye, Henry.” Waving, Henry grinned. “Bye, Mister Edardo.” “Take care, Jocelyn.” I yelled after Jocelyn, as she and Henry walked away.

I could feel it deep in my bones—the bond thrumming faintly, restless, like it was trying to tell me something. Something’s wrong. With who? Myron? Timothy? I didn’t know, and it was driving me mad. I was rinsing the last plate when Jocelyn’s broom clattered to the floor. “Oh my Goddess,” she gasped, eyes wide as she peeked through the small window slit in the door. Richie frowned. “What now?” “There’s a guy outside,” Jocelyn whispered loudly, her eyes huge. “And not just any guy—a gorgeous guy. Dark hair. Big shoulders. He looks like one of the Alphas or something. He’s just… standing there.”

In the rain, a figure emerged. It was Jocelyn, but something was wrong. She wasn't walking forward. Instead, she was stumbling back. Her eyes were wide, staring straight ahead, as if she had seen something terrifying. Everyone turned to look in confusion. Then, as Jocelyn continued retreating, they saw it. A red spear, pressed firmly against her chest, was forcing her back inside.