Alone Survivor Novels & Stories

“I saw some daggers, bows, and knives on the Alpha’s weapon vault. You’re a twelve-year-old runt and you’re weak. At least find something, we’ll be heading out soon.” And to his commands, I nodded and watched him walk past me. I looked back to where he came from and began to trudge towards the Alpha’s mansion. I tried to mindlink any pack member that could possibly be alive and has recovered right now but there is still no response. And that’s when I accepted the truth that everyone was slaughtered. I am the only one left. A runt and now, a rogue. ***

"Message: my name is Venteri." I am the last survivor on the planet Juno in the constellation Alindarga after a massive epidemic of the deadly virus "Itrokt", to which I was the only one immune. I have food and water supplies for several years of life. At night I like to look at the sky to see other constellations. There must be someone out there I'm talking to. I hope you will hear and answer me. You're the only one who can help me - using a special device resembling a miniature radio telescope, along later passed the next scheduled morning message into space».

I threw my head back and laughed, muttering to myself, “So that’s how it is… all of you deserved it.” I had kept the red pill I had spat out on the first day all along. I did not know when I would need it, but my instincts told me it would be my last lifeline. Last night, when I stared at the mountain of corpses, a thought suddenly struck me. There were no factions in this game. The safest way to survive was to stand completely alone. Hence, before today’s vote, I mixed the pill into water and gave it to the old lady and the little girl.

"He was the only survivor of the 2016 Starfall in the Mtwara region. His skin is denser than depleted uranium. He can walk through a hail of bullets as if they were raindrops. And unlike your 'New Dawn' friends, he is perfectly, beautifully obedient." She walked over to the giant, who stood like a statue. She reached up and patted his boulder-like shoulder. "Subject One," she said. "Go into the tunnels. Bring me the boy with the violet signature. Break his legs if he resists, but bring him to me breathing. Do you understand?"

I begin to think there is no edge of this whole thing that I did not, in my ignorance, help to sharpen. There is one survivor. We find her in the last cabin, an old woman half-mad with cold and grief, the only wolf too low-blooded and too stubborn to answer a call that was never meant for her. She has been alone in this dead place for days, maybe weeks, the only living heart in a holding full of open doors, and the cold and the grief have worn most of the person out of her.

Then Rowan. Then Darius. Then everyone. The battlefield stretched endlessly. Bodies everywhere. The First Ones victorious. The world destroyed. Then Thomas saw himself. Alone. The last survivor. The final failure. God. No. Fair. Absolutely not. Reasonable honestly. Then the Fourth Crown whispered. "THIS IS WHAT AWAITS." Silence. Then: "YOU CANNOT SAVE THEM." The nightmare deepened. Then: "YOU WILL FAIL." The words struck harder than any weapon.

"Now. She's been attacked. The family has been attacked. Mrs. Santoro is the only survivor. She's bleeding out. MOVE!" The framing immediate. Deliberate. Isabella dead. Dante dead. Guards dead. An assassination attempt. An attack on the Blackwing hierarchy. And Novalee, Mrs. Santoro,the sole survivor. The heir. The one who lived through the assault. Not the killer. The victim who survived. Barely, her breathing shallow and blood, so much blood everywhere. They moved. Getting doctors. Getting supplies. Saving her. Saving the last of the Santoro family. Saving their new leader.

SURVIVOR GUILT DOES NOT AUTHORIZE WITNESS CONVERSION. The countdown flashed. SEVENTY-EIGHT EVENTS REMAIN. Milo's image brightened. For one second, he looked almost alive. "Aaliyah," he said. "There are others in here." The screen widened. Behind Milo stood thousands of children, workers, soldiers, whistleblowers, almost-friends, erased witnesses. All collateral. All looking at Aaliyah. The Tail whispered from the broken console. If one is restored, all may claim. Aaliyah looked at the blood running down her arm.

I gather the remnants of my courage and approach him, eager to share the crucial information about the hit-and-run incident that led to Megan's current state. "George, I have noted the license plate number of the car… Ah…" I stagger as he pushes me away. I take support from the chair to stop myself from falling. He just storms away, disregarding my words as if they hold no importance. A profound sense of isolation envelops me as tears well up in my eyes, cascading down my cheeks. Unable to bear the emotional strain any longer, I turn away from the hospital, my steps heavy with despair. The world around me blurs as I navigate through a sea of emotions, consumed by a mixture of heartbreak, fru