Pibby Survivor Novels & Stories

She looked like a frail little girl who could barely stay on her feet, pitiful enough that even they hesitated. For once, no one shoved or hit her. Poppy gave them a faint, grateful smile. "Thank you." Her voice was hoarse, but still soft and innocent. Something shifted in a few of the men's expressions as they suddenly remembered daughters they had lost years ago. She was still just a kid. Poppy stayed at the back of the group as they walked, keeping her eyes lowered while she listened carefully. After three years of polar night, most survivors had developed much sharper hearing. Poppy could faintly hear the wind outside, which meant the cave probably wasn't very deep.

Seven months after the zombie outbreak, we finally drove up to a safe zone's entrance. The gates swung open, and military and medical personnel were on high alert inside. If any of us were found to have been infected, we would immediately be killed. There were over 10,000 survivors in the safe zone. Emmett had already signed up to join the defense squad and would work with the military to protect the safe zone. Meanwhile, I went to the head of the military and showed him the records of my purchases prior to the zombie outbreak. I said, "I've been reborn. In my past life, I died three years after the zombie outbreak.

Complete silence. "How..." She stopped, tried again. "...how did he survive?" Monica said. Her voice was shaking so badly, she could barely get the words out. Nobody had an answer. I felt something inside me snap—not explosively, quietly, coldly. My bloodlust rolled through the room, the lights overhead flickered as everyone instinctively stepped back. I didn't even realize I'd released it. "He is an Alpha. Son of a pack leader," My voice barely sounded like my own. "And yet here he is. Laid up in a hospital, in our pack, with wounds consistent with torture." My body trembled from uncontrollable rage.

Peter mumbled, trading places with her. He gripped the edges of the podium and looked out into the sea of faces in front of him. From where I’m sitting, his face almost looked a little green, and I felt sorry that he had to speak publicly on such short notice. He cleared his throat. “My name is Peter, and I’m a Specialist with the United States. I did a lot of work in the early days, trying to keep the disease contained. When that failed, I began to take in survivors and tried to fortify a safe haven for them, much like you’ve got here. Unfortunately, things didn’t end well, and I and a small group of survivors were forced out onto the streets with very few supplies and no real hope to keep

Grace looked up at James. "You said there were two survivors. Was there another survivor besides Jessica?" James nodded. "Yes. He was a young man in his 20s from Pamore." "Pamore?" Grace's heart skipped a beat, feeling somehow connected to the matter. "Can you tell me the name of that survivor?" James smiled and declined Grace's request. "Sorry, I can't tell you that." This response left Grace somewhat disappointed. The other survivor was a man. Even if he was from Pamore, he didn't seem to have much to do with Jessica.

To Mateo Fernandez, living in truth and love. From Beverly Williams, abused and silenced. To Beverly Fernandez, healed and speaking. From Marco the unborn, surviving poison and trauma. To Marco the five-year-old, thriving in peace and safety. Three survivors. One family. Endless future. Finally, truly happy. THE END.

To get me out of the way for Simon Luther, the man who steals my position as heir of the Luther family, the three young women my dad took in as children and raised alongside me work together to send me to prison. "Once you get out of jail, one of us will marry you—but on one condition. You'd better take this secret to the grave." To stop me from revealing the truth, the three women even fed me a drug that rendered me mute. As the years go by, the endless and inhumane torment I endure in prison slowly destroys what feelings and affection I have for the three women I once considered my sisters. When we meet again, I watch impassively as the three of them fight to win the auction that gives

"He was only six when it happened. But he knows he has a sister. He's been waiting to find you." My brother was alive. I had a brother named Kai and he was alive and waiting for me. "How many survivors?" Damon asked, still supporting me. "Thirty-two including Kai and myself. Most are warriors. A few elders who couldn't fight anymore. We've been surviving in the wilderness, moving from place to place, staying hidden." Thomas groaned from where our warriors had laid him on the ground. One of our healers was already working on his injuries but he pushed himself up to sitting.

But of all the emotions, most of them were very surprise and couldn't actually beleive what they were saying. Stella: what are you trying to say? she said with a slim glimmer of hope, that if there was actually any truth in her sister being alive is something that would actually be very precious to her. She so wanted to believe them and she also needed it to be true. Caleb, Sandy might be truly alive, she actually might just be alive were the words she uttered as she went to hug Caleb. Caleb: what are you trying to say? Camilla was actually punished for killing my sister, everyone knew. So how can she be alive??

- Kaye after the looting, the Lv2 Hunter leaves a slightly larger blue crystal Bhlezy stands with the help of Dessa, and she slowly picks her 5 Fangs of Daruga because of shock, the survivors fall in their knees and tears suddenly show to their eyes "it's over..." "mama... papa..." "my daughter..." like an endless river, the survivor cries to their love ones who had been killed by the Lv2 Hunter the group of Bobby slowly comes forward to survivor "Is this all the survivors?"- Bobby an old man looks at Bobby and speak "no there are still survivors in the nearby houses whose luckily survive" an elder woman follows up it