twd: the last silence

Chapter 103 – Silence After Death

Axel stood still.

His boots sunk slightly into the blood-soaked earth, but he didn't move.

Not an inch.

Not even to wipe her blood off his face.

Around him, the battlefield remained frozen.

Not from fear now—

From shock.

The Whispers—those soulless monsters wrapped in skin and silence—began to kneel.

One by one.

They dropped to the ground like fallen shadows.

Even the walkers, as if sensing something primal, something ancient, turned away from Axel.

As if nature itself knew…

He was not prey.

At that moment, Axel opened his arms to the world and smiled.

In one hand there was a hammer, on the otherthere was a knife

He looked at the sky and smirked.

"God damn old man, you made me a monster for real," he said, speaking to his long-dead father.

And he smiled.

"Okay Rick boy, you take it from here. I'm out before I kill them all."

With that, he just jumped and ran toward the forest.

Behind him, Rick stood still, his breath caught in his throat.

"Did he just—?" Daryl whispered.

"No," Michonne said, "He ended her."

From the far side of the field, Maggie pushed through, weak but walking.

She looked at Axel—his back broad, his stance relaxed, like he hadn't just ripped someone's heart out of their spine.

"Axel," she called.

For a second, he smiled to her—the same smile he always smiled.

But he didn't stop.

He ran to the forest, and he was gone.

Behind them, the war was over.

No more screams.

No more chaos.

Just silence.

And the sound of crows above—carrying word of death.

Rick stood at the edge of the battlefield.

Blood soaked the ground.

Smoke hung in the air like ghosts refusing to leave.

And in front of him—what was left of the Whisperers.

They weren't fighting.

They weren't running.

They were kneeling.

Even after Axel disappeared into the trees like some ghost from hell, the Whisperers didn't move.

They stayed like that—heads down, silent, broken.

Like they weren't even people anymore.

Rick stepped forward, eyeing them with cautious eyes.

"What the hell is this?" Daryl muttered beside him.

"They think he's a god," Aaron whispered.

Rick didn't answer.

He just looked at them—grown men and women—kneeling because one man tore through their leader like it was nothing.

Not just killing Alpha—ending her, like she was beneath him.

Behind them, the dead were walking.

Not toward them.

Not to kill.

They just walked through Alexandria like they didn't care anymore.

Like the storm passed and left them empty.

Not one walker touched a soul.

The people of Alexandria just stared.

No one understood it.

No one could.

And still, the Whisperers stayed down.

As if Axel had burned his name into their bones.

Rick turned to his people.

They were whispering now.

"What the hell is Axel?"

"Did you see what he did to Beta?"

"He didn't even have a sword."

"That was a hammer, dude."

"He didn't even flinch."

Maggie didn't speak.

She stood a little away from the group, eyes on the forest.

Axel.

He was always smiling.

Always calling her "Maggie girl."

Always flirting like he was some dumb kid with too much energy and not enough sense.

But now?

Now she didn't know what she saw.

He wasn't a man.

He wasn't a soldier.

He was something else entirely.

And she couldn't tell if she was terrified of him—

Or something else.

Something worse.

Drawn to him.

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