Novel & Cerita 5 Survive

Sat down in the living room. “ Dr. Brown, I know you are not a Cardio doctor, but I need you to know, I don’t have long. 9 years ago I was given approximately several years left to live. So I worked hard, and tirelessly to solve the issues of those who wanted each of the families here dead. I made it so that if you ever decided to leave this community that you could do so safely and not feel like you had to stay because you didn’t feel safe. However, it is now coming to an end, as far as I am concerned. As promised you, and all the remaining families are welcome to stay here as long as you wish and live out the rest of your days.

"If I remember right, you've still got one scratch card left, don't you? Don't come crying poor to me. I'm not falling for that! If you're so capable, do what you did when you got into college and won all those scholarships. Use your luck!" The call cut off abruptly. When I tried again, her phone was off. The single remaining scratch card in my hand suddenly felt impossibly heavy. I did not dare scratch it. I was terrified it would be another loss. When the semester started, my weight had been normal. Now I was severely malnourished. At five foot five, I weighed only 73 pounds. Blue veins showed through my skin. There was not a trace of color in my face. When I got back to the dorm, no one w

A sanctioned death, carried out in front of everyone. "Sam... who's the Alpha?" "It's Mark," he huffs, annoyed. "Mark? The same Mark from the Hyundai company?" "Yes." "And what does it take to become Alpha?" "Well... uh... there are five ways. First, Alpha by virgin." "What? So that's why... you want-Sam!" I shout, crossing my arms.

“That’s right. I have never loved you. I saved you, coaxed you, and called you my wife… all because you’re strong and could keep me alive. In this cannibalistic apocalypse, emotions are the most useless thing. Only self-interest keeps us alive. Now that you remember everything, do whatever you want with me. Kill me if you like.” Even as I said that, my nails dug deep into my palms. I couldn’t accept it. Was this really the ending someone like me deserved? Weren’t the truly vile ones Callie and Dan? All I ever wanted… was to survive. Ruth stared at me intently. Just when I thought she was about to crush me like she had crushed countless zombies, she suddenly stepped forward. Then, she grabbed

Torres held me back. "You cannot help him. My team is moving in—" Her radio crackled. "We have survivors emerging from the wreckage. Two—no three—repeat three survivors—" "Who—" "Damien Cross. Cassidy Chen. And—" Pause. "And Sarah Mills. All wounded. All alive. Need immediate medical—" Relief flooded through me. "They made it. They all—" "Contact! Armed hostiles breaking through perimeter!" Gunfire erupted. Torres's agents returning fire. Chaos.

"I heard this year's casualties broke all the previous year's records! " "So it wasn't a rumor?" Grisha's father asked, "How many did we loose this time?". "10 deaths... Overall Casualties were 14%!" Grisha explained grimly. "Except for squad-5, each team had at least one major casualty. What's even more horrifying is that in squad-6 only 2 survived, even those two have gone completely crazy. They don't talk, don't eat properly. They can't be counted in the 'alive' anymore."

“Jesus. Fine.” He stepped back toward the bedroom, muttering something under his breath about needing coffee. Evelyn barely heard him. Her eyes stayed fixed on the floating blue interface only she could see. 3.7% survival probability. The number sat there calmly. Clinical. Unemotional. As if Evelyn's death were already calculated. A cold knot tightened low in her stomach. In her first life, she and Damian survived almost eight months before the alleyway. Eight months of starvation, infection zones, freezing nights, and watching people become animals.

To Mateo Fernandez, living in truth and love. From Beverly Williams, abused and silenced. To Beverly Fernandez, healed and speaking. From Marco the unborn, surviving poison and trauma. To Marco the five-year-old, thriving in peace and safety. Three survivors. One family. Endless future. Finally, truly happy. THE END.

On Level Two, the survivors who had stopped and waited suddenly felt their breathing grow tight. They clutched their throats, gasping desperately. It didn't help. The air was being stripped away. Their lungs collapsed first. They couldn't even scream. They could only fall to the floor, feeling the air ripped from their bodies bit by bit. They had been waiting for rescue, but what arrived instead was death. Death delivered by their own base. Down below, the moment Gideon saw the button pressed, he realized the truth. Only four of them had survived this entire ordeal. Everyone else was gone.

"Speaking of coaching, I'd better help Joe out. Alfred's competitve" "Very". Emily left. Slytheria looked at the cake. She'd lost everyone. Avida. Eida. Her entire tribe. But maybe they could make it work. Start over. She wiped a tear. God bless Emily. Eitri looked at the picture. They were the ones who survived. A hundred and sixty five of them. The Reaper. Eida. Along with Burangar. They were all gone. A voice brought her back to reality. "Chairwoman".