twd: the last silence

Chapter 102 – The Walk of the Monster

The world stopped.

No sound.

No breath.

No heartbeat.

Even death held its tongue.

Axel stood tall over what was once Beta—now nothing more than a broken shell soaked into the soil.

His fists were raw.

His shirt torn.

His face bloodied.

But his eyes…

His eyes burned like wildfire in the night.

And as he smiled, something ancient broke through the air.

The Whispers froze.

The dead stopped shambling.

Limbs hung limp.

Rotting heads tilted to the side, confused… docile.

Even Rick's group, standing on the edge of the field—bloodied and panting—felt it.

That… weight.

That shift in the world.

As if God Himself blinked.

And then Axel moved.

Slow.

Steady.

Silent.

His boots crushed skulls, bones, and mud beneath him as he walked through the battlefield.

The Whispers didn't move.

Not one.

They didn't speak.

They didn't lift a finger.

They only lowered their heads, stepping back—

Like disciples parting for a god.

Because in their eyes, in that moment, Axel wasn't a man.

He was a storm in flesh.

A myth carved into violence.

He was what they were always told stories about to scare children before the end of the world.

He walked past the walkers, past the silent Whispers, dripping red and smiling wide—

And stopped right in front of Alpha.

She didn't run.

Didn't blink.

She just stared at him—measuring something impossible.

And Axel tilted his head like a wolf curious about its prey.

"So…" he said calmly, his voice deep and rough.

"Do we talk now?"

Silence.

A moment frozen in time.

And Alpha…

She smiled back.

She stared into the eyes of the devil.

Not a man.

Not a soldier.

Something… older. Wilder. Worse.

Axel stood there, blood dripping from his fists, chest rising and falling like a beast just done feeding—

And he was calm.

Too calm.

Around them, the battlefield was quiet.

Not from peace—

From fear.

The Whispers did not move.

The dead did not stir.

The wind did not howl.

Only Alpha's breath could be heard.

And then Axel spoke again, low and soft—like a blade pressed to the soul.

"You gonna run, little wolf? Or are you gonna kneel?"

Alpha blinked once.

She was the mother of monsters.

The queen of the wilds.

She ruled with silence and fear and pain.

But now…

Now she saw someone who didn't just live in chaos.

He was chaos.

And worse—

He was smiling like a man who already knew how the story ended.

Alpha took a step forward, just one.

Her voice like gravel and broken glass.

"You're different."

Axel licked the blood off his thumb.

"No, love. I'm just honest about what I am."

They stood there, two apex predators in the ruins of war.

And the Whispers... waited.

A choice had to be made.

Alpha's fingers twitched at her side.

But before she could make it—

Axel moved.

Fast.

Like lightning.

His hand cut through the air and drove straight through her chest, piercing from the back—ripping her heart out.

He held it, still warm and beating, for a second.

Then spoke, calm as ever:

"You see, I was just joking.

You came here to kill me and that's fine.

I'm a monster—people kill monsters."

He dropped the heart on the dirt.

"But what killed you was your stupidity."

He stepped closer to her falling body.

"You see, you didn't just try to kill me.

Woman.

Children.

In here."

His voice darkened, teeth clenched.

"And what I hate the most in this shit of a world... is women and children getting hurt."

He paused.

Looked at her.

Then blinked.

"Damn... was I talking to the air or what?"

Alpha was already dead.

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