Alone Survivor Novels & Stories

By the time she finishes her last mission, she will also leave the quarters, and whatever happens next will be her problem. Johan couldn’t answer. With Alice’s situation, there was nothing much they could do to help her. He doesn’t even know if anyone else would be willing to help her after the incident with their group. Clarisse became famous for being the only survivor in that massacre, but she wasn’t really proud of it, while Johan still regrets that he wasn’t there for his comrades.

They died too early. Even some people who made the list in her previous life might've been unlucky this time and died early in the outbreak. They might not even be alive anymore to create another miracle. In this world, nothing was guaranteed. Still, anyone who had made that list had done something truly insane. In Hayley's memory, Lone Wolf Jim was a true solo operator. He never teamed up with anyone. If someone got too close, he would kill them on the spot. He first became infamous three years into the apocalypse. A small base sent out a team on a mission. They encountered Lone Wolf Jim and tried to approach him. After warning them once, Jim wiped out the entire team.

The young technician's eyes widened in horror. "No... Boss, please! I swear it won't happen again! Please!" His desperate cries echoed through the mansion as two guards dragged him toward the back door. Tyler walked over to the bar and calmly poured himself a glass of whiskey. He took a slow sip. A few seconds later, a single gunshot echoed from outside. The room fell silent. No one dared react. Tyler set his glass down and adjusted the cuff of his sleeve as though nothing had happened. “Book the jet.” "For California, Boss?"

Mikkel grabbed the book that was plopped before her nose and threw it at the coffee table that was on the far end of the room. "Fine...." The two of them plopped down on the worn-out sofa with their bowls of Caesar salad and dumplings. Ever since Meghaal entered his life the young man felt less lonely. His days no longer were spent with reheated food consumed alone in the deafening silence of the room that was only disturbed by the chirping crickets that inhabited the surrounding trees of the forest he called home. His parents, as loving as they were, were too busy with pack affairs to be on time to catch a warm meal with their son. Aphrodite had made his lonely life much more bearable ever

"I'm okay." "You're not okay." "I'm alive." "That's all that matters." I looked at the ruins. The anchor was destroyed. The Apex was dead. The cycle was broken. I had won. I had saved the world. But I had also lost so much. Claire. Maya. Daniel. So many others. But I was still here. Still alive. Still fighting. Because that was my purpose. That was my destiny. That was my reason for being reborn. I walked toward the survivors.

“This isn’t just risk. This is… isolation. You’ll be alone against hunters who have learned everything we’ve taught them.” I met her eyes, steady, unwavering. “I know. But I have to do this. I can’t rely on anyone else. Not now. Not yet.” The weight of grief pressed down harder than the city’s damp fog. Travis’s absence was a constant ache, a reminder that even the strongest alliances could shatter, leaving you exposed and vulnerable. Moving alone was terrifying, but it was the only way I could honor his memory: by surviving on my own, by mastering my own instincts, by controlling my fate.

I whispered into the empty room. [Why did the stream cut out just now?] [Alison's dead? How did that happen? And why's her skin missing? That's so scary!] [Out of the original six, only three players are alive… And how is the pick-me girl still here? It makes zero sense. Also, why is Lonnie going to the GM's office? Dude's digging his own grave!] [Wait, why is the pick-me girl following him?] "This is the GM's office?" Lonnie muttered.

The world had better be burning or else his body would be. “What type of fucking situation?” I asked, throwing the blanket off of me and standing up. Whatever happened had better be important or else I’d just have to snap his neck and be done with it. I didn't have the time, patience, or desire to deal with incompetence. I walked over to my closet and slipped on a pair of sweatpants but left my chest bare. I lived alone in my house on the Council’s grounds. My ‘mate’ died years ago. She was just a means to an end so that it wouldn't appear odd for me to live alone and without a mate like some of the others had.

And Bima, his leg still aching, his body weak, and the 'Eternal Bachelor' status still haunting him, had to face a true Final BOSS in the middle of this total darkness. He had to find a way not only to survive but to defeat the Alpha Mutant, Kevin, and the Zombie Food Vlogger BOSS, in a battle that would turn the Bachelor Survivalist into a Legend of Global Nutrition Savior or end him as protein powder reviewed with a one-star rating, and he had to do it now. With the only weapon he had: an undying spirit against skinniness and his never-ending love for Indomie, ready to pulling out his brand new Indomie Super Nutripower, ready to slap the face of the apocalypse with unparalleled flavor and

They rained their fists again and again into the wretched duo. I turned my phone on and called a rescue squad member. Then, I led my other colleagues on a two-day survival mission. Queenie and Shawn didn't die, but it was a near thing. We tied them up and set them aside, keeping them alive on the barest minimum of food. I was going to deal with them after we got back to civilization. I was the one running the company behind the scenes, but everyone thought he owned the business. His company could never have gotten off the ground if it weren't for me.