Alone Survivor Novels & Stories

Alex screamed from a stretcher, his face covered in dust and blood. Then he spotted Maddie and me standing there, both safe and on our feet. He went still. A second later, he broke down. "Kayla... I'm sorry. I should've listened to you. That corner wasn't safe. The ceiling came down on us. Rainee lied. She got us all hurt!" I looked at him coldly. They'd made their choice. They'd gambled with their own lives. "Over here! More survivors!" A rescuer's shout rang out from deep in the rubble.

Aeron Miller was never special. When the System descended upon Earth and monsters brought civilization to its knees, he was nothing more than an ordinary survivor trying desperately to stay alive. For ten brutal years, Aeron watched humanity fall. Cities became ruins, friends became enemies, and powerful survivors fought over the few resources left. In the end, Aeron became one of the last humans alive—only to be betrayed and killed by the people he trusted. Then he opened his eyes. Seven days before the apocalypse. Seven days before the System awakens. Seven days before the world he knows disappears. Aeron has returned with everything he learned from his first life.

“Do I seem okay?” “No,” Alessio said honestly. “You look like you’ve seen all your own deaths.” Noa’s mouth twitched. “I did.” Alessio stepped behind him, arms wrapping around his waist. “We’re alive.” “For now.” A beat of silence. Noa leaned back into him, breathing in his scent like oxygen. “You should know,” Noa murmured, “I kept one.” Alessio stiffened. “One what?” “One clone. The first one. The one who talked.”

Some doors still hung open. Others had blood smeared across them. No military. No police. No rescue convoys. Only silence, which was broken occasionally by distant sirens echoing through the valley below. The apocalypse had moved beyond panic. Now came the collapse. Evelyn stepped over scattered belongings near the edge of the motel lot while Rowan crouched briefly beside an abandoned SUV. “Tank’s empty,” he muttered. Of course it was. Fuel had already become survival. The electronic tone rang softly through Evelyn’s skull.

"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.”