Who Is Jocelyn In The Walking Dead Novels & Stories

"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."

Third-Person POV No hard proof, so the cops cut Jocelyn loose. She walked out free—but her name was wrecked. The second she stepped outside, something smacked into her. "You've got zero ethics! How are you even a doctor?!" "Pay it back! Jocelyn Gill, you don't deserve any of this!" Her chest tightened. She bolted for the apartment. The door flew open— Calvin was already there, cramming clothes into his suitcase.

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.

They were learning spells according to them upstairs, and if they were done so quickly, I would be so flabbergasted. "Jocelyn just had another vision," Zion said. "That vision was not that accurate last time," I reminded. "It was," Jocelyn said. I gave her an "Oh really?" look with the glass still in my hand. "What did you see?" I asked. "Javicia," she replied. "She is on her way here." Before I could counter her words, my super-hearing caught Solomon groaning and landing roughly on the ground. It didn't take me a second to know what was happening. I emptied my glass and dropped it back on the table.

That way, Jocelyn didn't have to act sweet in front of Shawn. "Clever boy," Jocelyn praised. When Jocelyn still did not see the expression on Shawn's face, Jocelyn stepped closer to Shawn. "I'm Jocelyn Andrea. The family side from the two victims whose cars you hit that night, causing one of them to lose his life."

After the apocalypse began, Eric and Jocelyn lost their parents. It was just the two of them left. Things had eased a little between them, but not by much. Jocelyn had never been close to him. But now, seeing him die right in front of her… Jocelyn's mind blanked for a second. Then she turned on Hayley, her voice breaking into a scream. "You killed my brother!" The others had already noticed something was wrong. They looked over, frowning.

“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.”

Claire turned her back on the witch. That same anger from earlier flashed through Jocelyn’s eyes as she slapped the file onto the metal table and rose to her feet. She stepped towards the cage. “I finally got you back. I will not let you-” Before she could finish, Claire interrupted, “What do you mean ‘back’?” Jocelyn stopped in her tracks, suddenly calm. “You’re right. There is so much you don’t know.” With that, she turned and walked out of the room, leaving Claire alone again.

she said as she freed Glinda as well. I didn't ask questions, but I could tell she was being sincere. “Go to your left; they are by the right,” she added, and I walked toward the door, still looking back at her as Glinda was already by the door asking me to hurry. “And yes, I'm Jocelyn. I'm sorry for what I did,” she added before she raised the knife and stabbed it in her stomach. I screamed but didn't make a noise as Glinda held my mouth in time.