5 Survive Novels & Stories

I asked not sure I understood what he was saying. “Well, I think all that’s left are just Leah, Ruby, Lauren and myself. The amazing thing is that we were the highest in number, we were fourteen yet only four of us survived. I thought Alpha Titan was a badass but that elderly female, is a super badass.” Liam said heading to the fridge, I knew she was talking about Nadia. “Who’s this elderly female he talking about? Because in all the years I’ve known Liam he’s not scared of shit.” Cora asked surprised.

"When you're broken you need to be reborn. Do not fight the Pain; embrace it. Accept it. Live it. Don't rush the process, you need to swim in the deep end for a while to build you muscles. Learn. Keep swimming. You will be stronger for it." - Caitlin Cooper ************************************

Survivor by survivor. Week five of tremors. Network connected twelve territories. Roughly three hundred survivors total. Three hundred wolves choosing to fight. Choosing to stay present. Choosing reality over void. Three hundred out of how many? Thousands? Tens of thousands? We didn't know. Didn't want to know maybe. Didn't want to face scope of loss. Scope of destruction. Scope of void's victory. But three hundred was something. Was meaningful. Was real. Three hundred humans choosing presence. Choosing life. Choosing reality.

, Croads, a middle-aged woman with brown hair and glasses, said. Except, it's not. She's dealing with enough right now. "Are you close with the victim?", SSA Briggs questioned, looking at me curiously. Briggs is practically a teenager, with shaggy blonde hair, very thin. "She's not a victim. Don't call her that. Her name is Amelia, and she's a survivor", I couldn't stop the words from flowing from my mouth. "The only one", Briggs uttered. "So you are close to her? Have you considered that being the reason for not catching him yet?", Croads said coldly. "Croads", Loveless snapped, shaking his head at her.

Ding! {Extended Lifespan unlocked.} "Huh?" Ivy blinked, clearly caught off guard this time. Her brows furrowed slightly as curiosity flickered in her eyes. "Does that mean… I can't die in this world?" she asked, her tone laced with both excitement and disbelief. Ding! {It means you will not die easily, host.} {In the first apocalypse, you survived for ten years before dying.} Ivy's expression stiffened slightly at the reminder.

I tapped her scratched cheek. She frowned and opened her eyes. “You…” I sighed. I placed her head gently on the floor and dug out the others, but not all of them could make it. Only five, including Aria, survived, others were dead. My head was spinning, I was bleeding and sweating. The fear, anxiety and uncertainty when Zeve’s Katana slashed against Kaltain’s sword was making everything worse. The blasts in the sky from their clash became boisterous and more energetic.

【Isabella, mission failed. The twenty-five-year limit has expired. You are no longer permitted to continue.】 The Program had never cared what kind of love saved me. Family, trust, desire, devotion—any bond that reached 100% would count. And I had lost them all. I stood outside Saint Sebastian’s Church.The Survival Program spoke while I stood outside Saint Sebastian’s Church. Through the half-open doors, Adrian Moretti kissed Sophia Lane beneath a storm of applause. The Moretti crest gleamed on his chest, and the ring that should have been mine sat on her finger.

she yelled. My mother was stunned by her yelling. She stared blankly at the death certificate in her hand. The official words stared back at her: "This certifies that Charlie Sawyer, female, 25 years old, died on July 7, 2010. She suffered three years of brutal abuse before her death. Her reproductive organs were severely damaged, and her body bore countless injuries..."

And beside me, Julien remained standing silently, but close enough to be a support in my silence. My feelings were chaotic. A mixture of worry, anger, and sadness. The hand I had used to perform CPR still felt shaky. But what shook me even more was the fact that Mrs. Narti, like so many others in this area, had almost no chance of surviving... just because they lived too far from decent health facilities. I looked at the sky, took a long breath, then released it slowly. "This has to change..." I muttered. I knew Julien patted my shoulder to comfort me. His presence always had a unique silence, like a calm wind that knew how to come without making the leaves fall.

Not an animal. Not anything Hope had ever seen in a textbook, on a screen, or in a nightmare she could remember after waking. It hit the ground a hundred yards away without sound. Then it lifted its head. And the parking lot screamed back to life in panic. Hope stood before she realized she was moving. Softball instincts didn’t translate into understanding. But they translated into response. Run or fight. Assess or survive. Kade pulled her back a step. “Don’t,” he said. It wasn’t a warning. It was a command. Hope, looked at him. Really looked. And realized something that made her stomach drop harder than the sky ever could. He wasn’t confused. He wasn’t surprised. He was prepared. Like some