Alone Survivor Novels & Stories

The room was exactly how I left it honestly, white sheet with a black duvet and two white pillow, a mirror close to the bed right next to a lamp stand, and the closet. I immediately stripped completely I walked into the bathroom, Amber got my shampoo and soap already awwwn. I had a long shower, spent almost an hour basically thinking of nothing more than the fact that I'm alone. I'm all alone right now. My entire family is gone, I'm the last surviving person available. And if I die my entire lineage is gone. Amber is the only person that can protect me, let's be real here, and if I mess things up with him I've lost everyone, everything!

Lucas will live on past that. Alone. Forever.

Which was probably why Rowan was still alive. "We've been through a lot." Eli laughed softly. "The apocalypse is cheating." "What does that mean?" "It means normal people don't trust each other this quickly." His smile faded slightly. "But nothing about this is normal." The afternoon passed quietly after that. People worked. The compound breathed. Life continued. For a few hours, it almost felt sustainable. Almost. As evening settled across the ridge, Evelyn climbed the tower stairs alone. The sky had darkened beneath thick clouds rolling in from the west.

"Don't be so gullible. If the crash had really been that bad, that selfish brat would've dragged Felix down with him. How would Felix still be standing here, perfectly fine?" Caitlyn came over to comfort Mom, too. "Exactly, Mrs. Goodman. Sean is tough. He won't die so easily. If anything, it's a wonder no one else has died because of him." Ashley, lazily munching on an apple, muttered, "Wouldn't it be good if that annoying brat was dead? What's there to be worried about?" Though I always knew they were biased toward Felix, I never expected that I was so worthless in their eyes.

The abnormal weather had killed many survivors. In my past life, I'd only arrived at a safe zone five months after the zombie outbreak. There'd been elite soldiers and over a hundred thousand survivors there. Over a hundred of these safe zones were scattered across the country, significantly contributing to mankind's survival. "Why aren't we leaving now since the safe zones have already been set up?" Mom asked me. I looked at the snow outside. "It's highly likely we'll freeze to death in this weather if our car breaks down." …

He sat alone in the corner, his empty bottles of alcohol piling up in front of him. He wasn't paying attention, so he didn't hear them mention that the Stantons' heiress had been out on a self-searching journey in recent years and had just recently returned. He didn't consider the possibility that the note Jaycie had left him when she left could actually be true. By the time the night was over, it was already late. Cole had drunk far too much, and his steps were unsteady. Wayne and the others saw how badly he was swaying, and they didn't want him to go back alone, so they called Eileen.

All he could focus on was getting back to Aleah and their child. This wasn’t the end—not for him. He was the Demon Alpha, the survivor of near-impossible odds. This wouldn’t be his final chapter. He had made it through worse before, and he would survive this, too. With that thought fueling him, Hunter dragged himself forward, refusing to give in.

His kindness was unexpected and for the first time in what felt like forever ,I didn't feel completely alone . "Why do you care ?" I asked ,my voice low ." You don't even know me." For a moment ,he didn't respond,as if deciding how much to tell .Then ,with a deep sigh ,he spoke "I had a mate once. Elena. She was everything to me,but ...she was killed in a raid during a pack war. After that ,I was too broken to lead ,so my pack cast me out. Left me to rot." His jaw clenched slightly." I've been alone ever since."

he admits, “but I feel if that were the case, wouldn’t it happen at different stages for each patient instead of at once?” Nodding, I consider his words as memories of that large ball of darknes hit me. Could it have something to do with that? Did this mean that anyone infected would disappear when the source did too? But if that were the case, why was Anthrose still here? Could it possibly be because the woman absorbed some of the darkness from him? “Are there any other survivors?” I ask as an idea begins to grow. “One that may have been newly infected?” “None,” healer Murdoch admits. “Anthrose is the soul survivor.”

"But we’ll get through this together, okay?" Meanwhile, Carver, isolated in his apartment, became increasingly drawn to the cameras he had secretly kept active. With each passing day, he watched Ava and Peyton more obsessively, clinging to this twisted form of connection. As he observed them, he was gripped by a growing despair, noticing that they never looked at the cameras in his apartment. The realization that he had become irrelevant, a ghost in their lives, filled him with a profound sense of loss and regret.