No One Gets Out Alive Novels & Stories

Carefully, I lay a sleeping Jean down on the back of the truck, using one of the packs on the ground as a makeshift pillow for her. Two raps on the metal body of the truck make me turn around followed by Noah’s voice. “Boss?” “What is it?” “Everyone’s ready to move out.” With a nod, I look at Jean once more time, “Then let’s go.” Only nine of us survived. No one talks as the truck dip along the uneven dirt road. Not even moans of pain as my men treat each other’s injuries. Somehow the back of the military truck feels larger than before with all the empty spaces between the occupants.

He doubles over, and I take the opportunity to land an elbow to the back of his neck making him drop to the floor. “Are you ready to die like your friend?” I ask. “Fuck you bitch. You can’t win against our army. Scàthach will triumph and you will all die.” “Ew, can we not do the villain monologue? It’s so annoying and cliché.” I say before I extend my claws and rip his heart out through his back. That was seriously badass and gross, all at the same time. Hey, he’s dead, his friend is dead, and Wyatt is dead. That’s all that matters.

That for the third time in a row, in this god forsaken killing game, where no one can make it out alive, I had to kill the person who killed Risa.

"Good. I've prepared a little gift for you and David. I buried it under the tree, so don't forget to come get it." "David's practically bouncing as soon as he heard this. I'm looking forward to it, too. Once we finish work, we'll pick it up. Tonight, the three of us will look at it together at home." Tabitha didn't answer and just hung up the phone. There would be no more "three of us". She knew tonight, neither Kieran nor David would return home. From now on, the Lowe residence would no longer have her presence. A long-missed mechanical voice sounded in her ears. "Tabitha, the exit procedure is ready. Confirm departure?"

“You are in a controlled zone that is a forest arena designed for entertainment. You will not be told how large it is. You will not be told where the borders are. There is no shelter, no food and no weapons. Only your bodies.” The voice stops, pausing for a second to ensure the tension thickens. "You are going to be hunted." There's another long pause, like he wants those words to settle deep and burn us. “Only one of you will survive, that's if you're lucky, I doubt any of you will.” Only one of us? Do they think we're so weak that we're all going to die quickly? Silence falls and I can feel he weight of his words attacking the others. They need to keep their minds straight.

Calista, the girl that I met before said in a small voice from a dark corner of the cell. I looked at her, “You sound surprised.” “People who leave this cell usually don’t come back,” she said. “Why? Do they win their freedom?” “… They die!” I sighed deeply, great, I had died once, it was scary and it was horrible, I did not plan to die again anytime soon. “No one makes it out alive?” I asked, surely there must be a way out of here. “Maybe if we were members of their pack, but as outsiders,” she shook her head sideways.

I didn't care, I was having fun and I wasn't going to let their judgment ruin my night. "Good evening, everyone," I greeted them, my tone icy and formal. "I hope you're enjoying yourselves." Some of them nodded in response, but most of them just stared at me, unsure of what to say. "Where's Bruno?" One of the pack members finally asked, breaking the silence that had settled over the room. I smiled at him, the smile not reaching my eyes. "He's dead," I said simply, watching as the shock and confusion registered on their faces. "And I'm the new alpha."

Everything keeps getting worse as the day passes by. It seems like she has no way out of this dreadful and cruel life. She doesn’t want to suffer from this over and over again as if she’s solely born to face this unjust reality. But no matter how much she begs to seek freedom, her alcoholic father and evil stepmother wouldn’t let her go out and live normally.

Standing just a few feet away was the man from earlier and his hands were bloody. He killed- I swallowed and shuffled back. The man’s eyes landed on me and the fear from earlier swept over me. “You killed him,” my voice came out hollow. “He deserved it.” The man replied, “Nothing that comes from Alpha Braxton deserves to live.” He added and then a man came in with his hands wrapped around his upper arm. “We’re done with them all, Alpha.” The man said gaining his attention. “All of them? No survivors?” “Yes, no one was spared.” The man replied and then his eyes landed on me. “Except her.” He said and with a single push his claw came out of his hands and he stalked towards me.

[Apple] No. I can't breathe. There is no way that anyone in that room is going to survive. I'm going to be a widow before I have a chance to be a wife. The wolves holding whips jump to the front of the line at first, swinging like mad until one by one they begin to fall, and the remaining defenders, afraid for their own lives, turn tail and run in the opposite direction. But the cowards soon discover that all of the exits are barred, the bodies of the living dead, wandering, mindless rogues poisoned by some drug, push at every door and window.