Alone Survivor Novels & Stories

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.”

and asked me to pour in every cent I had saved since graduation—to build a safe haven for all of us. They swore they and my "sister" would contribute everything too. That we would work together as a family and survive the crisis side by side. I believed them. I emptied myself dry—built the strongest bunker and stockpiled enough supplies to last all of us ten years. And they? From start to finish, they didn't contribute a single cent. On the very first day of the apocalypse, while moving the final batch of supplies, I suffered severe heatstroke and nearly collapsed. When I went to the warehouse to get a can of emergency medicine, Denise stopped me.

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.

“Where the hell were you when I could have made use of your help? You didn't come running to find me and now Stella is dead, you suddenly reappear to do what exactly? Make me cower to that evil system?” “If anyone died— it was inevitable. You didn't cause it, it's just the way this world has been programmed.” His voice was flat as he said that. Gosh, I hated how blunt he could be. I hated how he was nonchalant towards all of this except when it involved me. I didn't think I could tolerate the kind of person he was. “Lucan, get away from me.” My fists tightened at my side. Just then that Voice rasped. “We have two more games. Only twenty of you can cross over to the new phase. Get ready to va

“We turn the whole damn territory inside out.” Jerome studies me for a moment. “Reign… you know people are starting to talk, right? They think your obsession with this is—” “I don’t care what they think.” I stare at him, my voice low. “She’s the only person alive who escaped that night. Everyone else died. Everyone except her. She's the only surviving person from my pack Jerome. I feel guilty surviving alone.” He nods again, this time slower. “Then we’ll find her.”

Sylvie and Stella would show them soon enough. In a hurry, he rushed off again to Hope Camp. Today, fifteen people had reached the critical threshold. After conducting a round of operations, the result was four dead and eleven alive—and among those eleven survivors, one had actually awakened supernatural abilities. What surprised Ray was that this person was an old man. "Hahaha! I never thought I'd get a second spring in life!" the old man laughed loudly, raising both hands to the sky in arrogant defiance. Then he turned to the other ten survivors. "Die!"

“I… I want to believe you. I want to… I want to hope. But hope… it has always betrayed me. Always. And now… I do not know if I can hope again.” Isadora held her tighter. “Then let me be your hope. I will not fail you. Not now. Not ever.” Alina’s shoulders shook as she let out a long, trembling breath. “Twenty years… and I survived. Alone. Broken. Afraid. But maybe… maybe with you… I can survive differently. Maybe I can feel human again. Maybe I can… live.” Isadora’s eyes burned with determination. “You will. I promise. You will live. And you will never be alone again.”

[Hunter] Other than myself, my niece Olivia Grant is the last surviving member of my family. Everyone else is gone, my parents, my grandparents, my sister. I’ve been her sole caregiver for the last three years, ever since my sister Jane was murdered along with her DA husband and left on my doorstep as a warning.

An unscrupulous company discharges toxic wastewater into the river, causing my whole family to be poisoned because we rely on that river for survival. Everyone in my family, including my aunts and uncles, lives in the same village. We're all waiting for an urgent antidote delivery to save our lives. My boyfriend is Harrison Somers, and his company is the only one with the antidote. So, I ask him for it. He agrees to come but doesn't show up after a long time. Ultimately, my family members die after being tormented by the toxic wastewater because they don't have the antidote. Meanwhile, Harrison shows up at the hospital with his childhood sweetheart because she accidentally sliced her fin