Alone Survivor Novels & Stories

The carousel was still there, spinning round as if nothing had changed. I bought a ticket and sat on the same familiar horse. The wind blew against my face. I closed my eyes. For a moment, I could still hear my daughter's laughter… and David warning me, "Be careful." This time, no one was with me. I rode alone. A wave of dizziness washed over me. I knew death was near. I forced my eyes open, but the world grew more and more blurred. With trembling hands, I pulled out my phone and used the last of my strength to dial a number I had not called in years.

“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.

So she send him a text messages. “Where are now Jack I need to talk to you.” “ Please, answer my call..we have an important thing to talk with.” But still no answer from Jack. While she is holding and staring at her cellphone memories pop-up to her mind. She came from Philippines all alone to New York to study at the prominent University. Yes all alone, because she was an orphan, her parents died in a car accident when she was twenty years old. Thanks to her parents because they saved money for her so she had a savings to used. Because she was good at school, she was able to pass a scholarship to a university here in New York.

Do you like the idea of being fucked senseless by a pack of wolves who’d buy you like livestock if they could? The mirror didn’t answer and neither did Ivy for a heartbeat. Then she whispered, small and wounded, "I just… don’t want you to be alone if they don’t come back." I let out a short, ugly, the sound that sounded like a cackle or laughter “Alone?” I hissed, dragging the zipper the rest of the way up. It caught again on a fresh welt. I yanked harder. Pain bloomed bright across my ribs. Good. Pain I understood. “Tesoro, I’ve been alone since the day my dad died. Alone is my default setting. Alone is safe. Alone means no one gets to break me except me.”

"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.

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.

When the Program told me I could return, I felt no joy. Only emptiness. The next time I opened my eyes, I was staring at a white hospital ceiling. Machines beeped beside me, and my throat burned as if I had been asleep for years. A nurse saw me wake and rushed over. “You’re safe,” she said. “You were caught in a dockside explosion. Sophia Lane didn’t survive.” My fingers tightened against the sheet. Sophia was dead. Before I could speak, the nurse added, “There was another survivor. A young man named Luca. He woke up this morning.”

“In the last moment before I fell unconscious in the shelter, what I saw wasn’t Dan running away. It was you, standing guard outside the isolation room with a gun in your hand.” I froze. “So,” Ruth said softly, “from the very beginning, it wasn’t you who saved me. It was me… who chose you.” Maybe I was a man full of lies, but she willingly believed every lie I fed her. In this shattered, post-apocalyptic world, we were each other’s only accomplices. Outside the window, the sunlight was perfect. I turned and kissed her. “Honey, time to get to work.” “Yes, sir.”

Please let me into the bunker… I don't want to die with pigs…] I didn't reply to a single message. Not until the fifth day after the apocalypse, when the bunker's alarm system suddenly went off. I pulled up the exterior surveillance feed and was greeted with a scene so absurd it was almost comical. Stanley, Daisy, and Denise had wrapped themselves head to toe in soaked bedsheets, like three shambling mummies, and were creeping toward the disguised entrance of my bunker. They had risked their lives to find it. Stanley pounded the scorching metal door with all his strength, his voice hoarse as he screamed, "Amelia! Open the door! We know you're in there! Open up!"

When I woke up from the coma, the first thing I wanted to do was tell my family I was alive. Instead, I saw a message in the family chat. They had already landed safely. [What a miracle! Thank goodness our family stayed together through it all!] More than a dozen photos stabbed at my eyes. My parents, my sister, and my fiancé. They were hugging tightly like a perfect family. And I was alone in a foreign country, barely escaping death. My body was covered in scars, deep and shallow. The doctor said if I had arrived any later, I could've lost my hand.