Woman From Walking Dead Novels & Stories

For some unknown reason, the dead city that was usually filled with zombies looked really like a deserted dead city these days. Along the way alone, the woman could not find the zombies that frequently wandered around the streets or houses. It seems other volunteers have also started gossiping about the same thing recently. Some began to assume that the zombies were finally exhausted under the persistent struggle of humans. But the woman was sure that was not the main reason the zombies had disappeared now. There were many of them, and it seemed impossible for them to just disappear like a thin air. The woman felt a little uneasy, as she began to walk through the deserted mall cautiously.

The hierarchy was already changing. Not because Rowan demanded authority. Because people naturally followed whoever looked most capable of keeping them alive. Evelyn knew that pattern too well. A branch snapped somewhere outside. Everyone froze instantly. The room became completely silent except for rain hitting the roof. Another sound followed. Dragging. Slow. Uneven. Someone near the back of the room whimpered softly. The infected woman from the gas station wandered into view outside the cracked window. Blood covered most of her throat now. One arm hung uselessly at her side while she staggered through the rain toward the maintenance shed with twitching, uneven steps.

Children peeked from behind doorframes, eyes too big for their gaunt faces, clothes hanging off them in faded rags. Lunaryn whimpered inside me, her voice a low, aching note. "We must help them." My heart twisted. “Yeah, we must,” I murmured back, more to myself than anyone. A woman stepped forward, her shoulders squared despite the strain etched deep into her face. She had the bearing of someone who’d fought hard to hold things together for her people. Her scent told me she was Beta, strong and disciplined, but she looked like she hadn’t had a full meal in weeks.

They checked me closely for any bites or scratches from the zombies, but there was nothing to find so they let me in. A young woman stood nearby, pouring water from a jerrycan into a rusted cup. Her hands trembled, and she looked exhausted, vulnerable. She was alone. She didn't have a weapon visible, just a thin, worn-out jacket that offered no protection. She was the kind of person who would be missed—but only for a day or two. I smiled. It wasn't the smile of a survivor grateful for a second chance. It was the smile of a predator who had finally been turned loose in a pen of defenseless sheep.

She is now sitting on the ground while looking at the woman with disbelief. “Y-You...h-how, how are you alive?” Madison utters as she points at the woman. It was the woman from the accident. Her eyes are red and she was blankly staring at Madison. With a blink of an eye, the woman is now in front of Madison and was looking at her. “A-Are you a v-vampire?” Madison asks with a shaking voice. Although, at this point, she found the answers she was looking for. The woman was about to attack her when another woman out of nowhere went to block her attack.

Humans didn’t survive long under this torment, and even some werewolves were wasting away—malnourished, hollow, and stripped of dignity. Jackie’s pulse quickened. These women must hate this place as much as she did. Maybe—just maybe—if they banded together, they’d stand a chance. Her gaze fixed on a woman she’d noticed before—one of the beta’s possessions. The woman had strength left in her, a quiet resilience despite the exhaustion in her posture. Her beauty was haunting: short blonde hair, soft gray eyes that might once have been warm but were now dulled by suffering. Jackie waited until the woman was alone, carrying food toward the tents, then made her move.

Inside a nearby bush came the faint groan of someone, and Vince and I walked over to see what was going on because we both assumed it wasn't a pack of mutant wolves. I was dumbfounded when I saw the woman lying in the grass, and her body burned black with no place left intact; she only had one last breath to breathe; although I didn't say it, I and I Vince both understood that the woman would die sooner or later and could not be saved. Seeing that she had something to say, I knelt on the ground and asked. "What do you want to tell us?" The woman lying on the ground tried to open her eyes wide to look at us because her eyelids were burnt black, so now only her pupils were ash gray. She used a

She stared at the faces of the major scientists of Aaima pharmaceuticals, they were six of them. "Miss Munawarrah, we agreed on a meeting tomorrow morning..." Jibril started but she cut him off. "Shut up!" She screamed at him and the man immediately kept shut. She kept her face neutral as she stared at them, the men were uncomfortable under her scrutinized gaze. It was completely ironical that a woman could make them this vulnerably but, she wasn't just a mere women she was the definition of a cold hearted businesswoman. The door opened and the vice president Aliyu Umar walked in, he was a young and ambitious man and could be considered as one of the most eligible bachelor in the northern pa

Blood was speckled over every piece of skin I could see. "Nice place y'all got here." The woman announced, pulling me away from my thoughts. "Smells like supper time." I glanced at her. The woman was a little rough around the edges with wrinkles around her eyes and mouth, but it was women like her that would survive the apocalypse. When I stayed quiet, she filled the silence. "I'm Janette. Janette Malone. I don't know your man's name, but I know yours. He was hollering for you all day. I'm glad that's over."

"Feed on this crackhead." Bella wiggled, fighting for her life, but the lady won't stop feeding her the coke. Then Bella started to convulse from the excess substance. Her pupils started to roll up and she wiggled on the floor like a snake whose head had just been severed. The woman clad in black, stood there watching her as she fought for her life, she watched her until she went silent in death. The woman watched her for a while, dropped the remaining content on the floor beside the dead woman and cut the strip she had used to bind the woman, grabbed her knife, and walked out of the house.