I Survive Series Novels & Stories

The system continued, "Current death count totals 21. The remaining 195 merit points will be evenly distributed among 15 survivors." With that, my phone screen popped up with a notification showing that I'd just received 13 merit points, which brought my total to 25. "Would you like to spend 75 merit points on redeeming memories of the deceased?" We looked at each other again. After everyone nodded, each of us contributed five points to redeem the memory fragments. When the scene flashed, Isolde's memory was the first to appear. It featured King Ragnar strangling her by the throat and carefully studying her face.

Some didn’t get up. Zerina shifted back first, Mama gasping and covered in dirt, blood on her arms—not hers. Simon followed a moment later. His eyes found me immediately. “Anthony—!” “I’m okay,” I said quickly. “She’s alive.” Mama dropped to her knees beside the woman and checked her pulse. “You did good, baby,” she murmured. Then her head snapped toward Moon. “And you—what the hell was that?” Moon blinked. “You said to protect my brother.”

The assistant asked her with a puzzled look. "Stop talking." Lisa waved her hand tiredly, a helpless expression on her face. Men are too much trouble! Especially when there are 4 big men in the family who want to please, it is too difficult for her to be the only woman. "It's starting." At this time, the first episode of “Survival in the Wild” began to be played on the big screen in the conference room. People also turned on their cell phones and computers, and started checking all kinds of real-time commentary on shows and guests on the Internet.

We survived. But the story isn’t over yet. ***

The sound drew the horde. They poured into the storage room, instantly swarming the newly turned Marcus and Kevin. The sound of tearing flesh and guttural roars blended with the siren’s shriek, a symphony of chaos. Liam teleported away in the chaos. A few minutes later, a system alert came through the family channel. [Player Marcus has been eliminated.] [Player Kevin has been eliminated.] [Current Survivors: 5]

I had passed their test. Thank God for Veronica, who had spent ten minutes before the gathering painting the intricate patterns on my skin with a mix of inks and dyes. They hadn't noticed a thing. If they had, I'd either be dead or one of them. The maids dressed and filed out of the room. As I left, I turned and gave Veronica a slight shake of my head. She understood. There were no other survivors. In this tower, it was just the two of us against all of them.

He gasped, "Kim, my Kim, I'm so sorry. I failed you; we have failed you. I should have done better, been smarter, been wiser. How could this have happened to you? You mean the viral video is true? You went through all that?" "Yes, Dad," Kim replied. "If Ian hadn't come to save me, I don't know what would have happened. I was fortunate to survive because many girls who suffered the same at Helium Hands ended up dying. I was one of the fortunate ones. But it's all thanks to Ian that I survived and can speak today." "You know what, tell me where you are," he demanded. "I'll come for you, okay? You don't have to be afraid; you don't have to run anymore. I am your father, and I will protect you n

I survived the most dangerous and chaotic first three months of the zombie virus outbreak. One morning, the roar of helicopter blades came through the bunker's external microphones, followed by a military loudspeaker broadcast. "Attention all survivors. This is the Southwest Rescue Command rescue team. We have established a safe base. Survivors who hear this broadcast, proceed to the designated assembly point..." I stood up, took off my comfortable loungewear, changed into a black tactical gear and put on a stab-resistant vest. I slid two combat knives into my tactical boots and slung a cocked compound crossbow over my back.

“I need to get to the bottom of this. We need samples, data, whatever we can get our hands on.” But it wasn’t that simple. Over the next few weeks, the world began to unravel. The virus didn’t just spread—it mutated. Each day, it seemed like it was evolving in ways no one had predicted. And the survivors—those who had managed to survive the fever—weren’t the same. They looked like shells of their former selves, with a hunger in their eyes that wasn’t human. They had become creatures driven by something primal. Something terrifying.

The sound of water splashing against the floor echoed softly. Those painful memories surged toward me again, and the overwhelming anguish made me wrap my arms around myself. When I opened my eyes again, I saw a flood of scrolling comments. [What kind of insane luck does the female lead have, ending up in bed with the nation’s heartthrob?] [I just saw the male lead’s eight-pack abs. Damn it, she’s got it so good. Let me take her place for a couple of episodes.] [Hehe, next the female lead is going to run away pregnant. A little baby is about to be born.]