Alone Survivor Novels & Stories

The audio clip started and the image began to move. “Hello survivors, my name is Daniel Shirker, President and founder of Project Humanity’s Last Resort. For those unaware, the world as you know it is over. We are entering a new world, a new age, a world of peace and freedom, but do know, you are not alone. Scattered across the United States are one hundred fifty-one bunkers containing an overall total of one million survivors. These bunkers are meant to serve as your new home. You will live here for three months. There will be enough food and water, as long as you ration properly and utilize the farm to grow food immediately. After those three months are over, the air will return to its pre

- Dessa "good good good it is great that you're alive even we are in an apocalypse and you have already died before"- Bobby "yes it is too hard but ill tell you, Papa, later" -Dessa Uncle Bobby only nods his head in satisfaction "Uncle Bobby where's my family?!"- John Carl he just looks at me with his tired eyes and says "2nd day of the apocalypse the rescue has come but a limited number of persons only can occupy the vehicle"- Bobby

I'm not alone anymore, and goodness does it feel fantastic. So this is the final part of "Alone" and I can't believe it's over. It's the longest book I've written but it's also been so fun to write. I'm sorry to keep waiting for the updates. And thank you all for the patience, love and support!

Although the plan was for me to went in alone, Alfred despite me saying he doesn’t have to, he insisted to do so, in actuality he was an existence that was on Tier 5, almost to the point that he can literally fight an entire large kingdom and emerged as a winner all by himself. Also he was an Undead I don’t really worried about him not being able to keep up with me nor even worried that he might be dead, because he’s already dead by now, in terms of survival, he have even a higher chance even compared to me.

“I shot him myself, remember? Even if by some miracle he survived the blood loss, he has no idea where you are. No one does. You’re completely alone.” The finality in his voice made something inside me crack. Alone. Rylan was dead. Knox might be dead. The Vipers were scattered. I didn’t even know what country I was in. I was completely, utterly alone. Ray saw the realization cross my face and smiled. “There it is. The moment you understand how fucked you really are.” Then he walked out, slamming the door behind him. I heard the lock click. Heard his footsteps retreating down the hall. Heard the house settle into silence around me.

“We survived. There’s a difference.” He stepped beside her. “And what now?” Alma turned to him. “Now I live.” She kissed him, not as a weapon. Not as a prototype. But as Alma. Woman. Survivor. Lover. Behind them, Nova smirked. “You two better enjoy the peace. Because in my experience it never lasts.” And somewhere in the shadows of the world, screens flickered. The Primogenitors were not all dead. And one of them had just awakened.

Everyone took her side. Looking back, it was all so absurd. From the start, she never came to be my sister. She came to steal my life. My parents, my husband, even my daughter—they all believed she mattered more than I did. I admit it. I lost. Completely. The heart monitor next to me started beeping… Three minutes left. "Jasmine! Open your eyes!" Lilith was yelling beside me, holding my phone. "Your mom texted you; she probably sensed something happened to you!"

“You will fail.” “You will break.” Ethan dropped to one knee. The silver light flickered violently. The darkness pressed harder. “You are alone,” it said. --- The Truth Silence. Then— A voice. Not the Heart. Not Ethan. Raven. Faint—but there. “We’re with you.” Then— Lucian. “Always, kid.” Then— Kael. “Focus. You’re not alone.” The connection— Still there. Weakened. Distorted. But not broken.

I had no one left. After I was diagnosed with cancer, my relatives stopped visiting, my parents slowly accepted that I might not survive, and the man I had been dating disappeared. Dante was the only person who stayed. He sold what little he had, paid for my treatment, and made me believe that love could survive anything. That belief had carried me through ten years of pain. During treatment, I kept working remotely under Professor Evelyn Shaw. Her closed medical research project accepted only a few doctoral candidates each year. She had asked me more than once to join after my recovery, but I kept refusing because I did not want to leave Dante.