5 Survive Novels & Stories

“What?!” “Sir, zone 3 was just hit! All the doves are gone! All of our people are dead!” an unfamiliar voice said. “GODDAMMIT! WHO WAS IT?!” Andresky roared. “I don’t know, sir. We didn’t see them. There are only 3 survivors of the attack. I have already questioned the others, and no one saw anything.”

"How can you be so selfish? The bunker was built with money we all put in! What right do you have to take it all for yourself? Come out and get us! Now!" I let out a soft laugh. "Why the rush? The safe's key and the address of the bunker are both inside. And the password—you already know it, don't you?" From the other end came frantic rummaging sounds, mixed with barely restrained delight. "Found it! We found it!" Leisurely, I leaned back on the sofa and switched to the surveillance feed of the safe. I watched as the three of them crowded around the safe, entering the password. Their faces bloomed with the wild joy of survivors spared from disaster.

【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.

I had shattered the overhead light fixture and driven the jagged shards straight through his throat. At that moment, my daughters had cried out, "Mom!" Then, I was swallowed by endless darkness. I didn’t know what would happen to them after something like that… until, in that pitch-black void, I saw two faintly glowing figures ahead of me. It was them. Just like me… they were dead. Overwhelmed with grief and fury, tears of blood streaming down my face, I demanded to know what I had done to deserve this. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Vanessa was about to bring her four children to my home.

She covered her nose and walked back into the house, pointing the camera inside. "Look. Miles has turned the house into a landfill. "I want to bring him back too, but look at how filthy he is. How am I supposed to bring him home like this?" I felt terribly wronged and muttered stiffly, "I'm not filthy." What can a five-year-old do? I've been dead for five years, and you still don't know. "Let me see Brother's house! I want to see!" A bright, lively voice came from the video. An eight-year-old boy in a little suit appeared on the screen, looking like a small prince.

Numb, She endured, She survived. But for how long? TO BE CONTINUE

"The third generation developed emotional dependency." "The fourth became violent." "The fifth became uncontrollable." Marco looked horrified. "And Aruna?" Silence. Then Lucien answered. "Generation Six." The tunnel seemed to grow colder. Aruna suddenly understood why Evelyn looked so afraid. Because if Genesis truly existed— Then there were others. "How many survived?" The question left her lips before she could stop it. Evelyn looked away. Lucien answered immediately. "Three." Silence. Aruna's pulse stopped. Three.

"You're pretty damn lucky! I set a venomous snake on you and even took your antivenom, but you still didn't die! "Why won't you just die? Die already! Die!"

I look around for those of my group that are still alive, and come up with a grim realization. Aaron is leaning against the passenger side door of his jeep with a forlorn expression on his face. The only other survivor from both groups is Michael, and he's staring down at the remains of his three friends and group members with a sad expression on his face. Both he and Aaron are alive, but they look terrible. They're covered in blood and Aaron is shaking, whether from fear, exhaustion, or anger I'm not sure, but he looks ready to snap or give up. Five out of eight are dead. How is this going to affect the other survivors back at the school? Will we be able to recover from such devastating los

I look away, unable to watch the ones that are unable to survive without whatever was in those tubes. “At the door, Zion,” Adriana warns. I swing the door open just as the guard turns the corner, rifle ready, but I’m faster and take the shot, hitting him between the eyes. Milena lowers the tubes, and we get the survivors; there are only 5 who are alive. We move as fast as we can, even though this will slow us down. “Leave them, and move,” Uncle’s voice comes. I know he’s right, but… I lift three up, tossing them on my shoulders as the ones who can walk a little better stagger along blindly.