Just Survive Somehow Novels & Stories

Imperfectly but persistently. Because that’s what survival looked like. Managing impossible things simultaneously. Never doing either perfectly. Just doing both adequately enough to survive. That was all anyone could do. Survive. Keep trying. Hope recovery was possible. Eventually. Someday. Maybe.

My hands will not stop shaking, and my lip is still bleeding. But I am standing. And deep inside of me beneath the exhaustion, pain and the fear, something has shifted. Not hope exactly but something harder that does not need to hope because it is too busy surviving. I walk back toward the building, each step an effort, each breath a small victory. Mark will push me everyday till am strong enough to stand and survive for myself. That is what surviving means.

“That’s right. I have never loved you. I saved you, coaxed you, and called you my wife… all because you’re strong and could keep me alive. In this cannibalistic apocalypse, emotions are the most useless thing. Only self-interest keeps us alive. Now that you remember everything, do whatever you want with me. Kill me if you like.” Even as I said that, my nails dug deep into my palms. I couldn’t accept it. Was this really the ending someone like me deserved? Weren’t the truly vile ones Callie and Dan? All I ever wanted… was to survive. Ruth stared at me intently. Just when I thought she was about to crush me like she had crushed countless zombies, she suddenly stepped forward. Then, she grabbed

Kammie POV Run if you can, hide if you can’t, and fight like hell only if there’s no other choice. That’s all that went through my head as the gunshots kept coming—stay alive, one breath at a time. I have to stay alive. I can't afford to die now, especially since it's been three weeks since Ronan reached out to me. I also just got us a nice apartment, and things are finally going well for me after many struggles.

Allison POV That Bitch…. I can’t.. I can’t believe it. She waited for me to come back. She was trying to kill me. She literally tried to take me out. She played me.. For months, she played me. She knew she was dying, but she also didn’t want to deal with the families, she watched what they did to her husband.. “ I need to get up.” “ I don’t think that’s best right no-” “ I need. To. Get. Up.”

Whether I had to go for help or wait it out, it'd be safer. I still got in the car with them because I had questions. Last time, after I died, my consciousness just... drifted. I saw Lana show up with the rescue team to collect my body. She looked wrecked—but I heard her whisper to Felix, "Thank God." Right up until I faded out, I never understood why. This time, I would. "Alright, everyone—let's crank it!" Felix shouted, and harsh DJ music exploded through the car. Vincent and Donelia got excited instantly.

The moonlight cuts sharp lines across his face, but it doesn’t reach his gaze. There’s a heaviness there that mirrors the weight sitting in my own chest. “Personally? I don’t think he’s that dumb,” I answer. I try to refocus on the job. On the dark stretch of asphalt. On the SUV sitting like a patient beast in the open lot. On the faint hum of the bay wind sweeping salt into the air. But the song is still echoing in my head. I wanna live, not just survive. It’s ridiculous how a lyric can hit like a punch to the ribs. Because the truth is — I’ve been surviving for years. Surviving is efficient. It’s functional. You breathe, you move, you punch back when necessary.

She could only clench her fists tightly and console herself to hold on. Usually, people would admit defeat and think about dying at a time like this. However, when faced with near-death experiences, their instinct to survive would suddenly kick in as well. Mia Kyle told herself that if she wanted to survive, she must find a way to escape from this devil. Even if she wanted to admit defeat and die, she needed to be dignified.

When he returned to the chalet, a pot of hot soup, a plate of mashed potatoes, and two white porcelain bowls were on the table. Finn happily waved, "Come here for breakfast." Uri sat down at the table, marveling at Finn's cooking. "You're so good. If it were me, this soup wouldn't be edible." "I had no place to live, always had to run away. I would have died long ago if I couldn't care for myself." Finn scooped up a bowl of soup and set it down in front of Uri. "You eat it, and I'll teach you how to survive in the forest."

Another fight we'd have to survive. Another impossible situation we'd have to navigate. Because that's what our life was. Constant survival. Constant fighting. Never peace for long. Just the brief moments between disasters. And this disaster was far from over.