Road To Survival Novels & Stories

, Croads, a middle-aged woman with brown hair and glasses, said. Except, it's not. She's dealing with enough right now. "Are you close with the victim?", SSA Briggs questioned, looking at me curiously. Briggs is practically a teenager, with shaggy blonde hair, very thin. "She's not a victim. Don't call her that. Her name is Amelia, and she's a survivor", I couldn't stop the words from flowing from my mouth. "The only one", Briggs uttered. "So you are close to her? Have you considered that being the reason for not catching him yet?", Croads said coldly. "Croads", Loveless snapped, shaking his head at her.

"Then what are we supposed to do? You're the expert—think of something, quick." My father looked at me, his expression heavy. "Amelia, why don't we set up a family survival fund? We'll put you fully in charge. If the apocalypse really comes, at least we'll be ready." I agreed without hesitation. "All right." He continued, "You've been working for years since graduating. You've saved up quite a bit, so naturally you'll be contributing the largest share—" Before he could finish, I took out my salary card and placed it on the table. "That's fine. This is my entire income. I'll put all of it in."

Before the woman could even react, Patrick shoved her aside impatiently. "Enough already. Get lost. You're just here to leech off the traffic from my livestream." Straightening his tailored suit with an exaggerated poise, he turned back to the camera. "Everything's clear now. This woman bought her ticket from some no-name lottery shack in some backwater village. Obviously, she got scammed." His words did not spark relief among our classmates and lecturers. Instead, they looked regretful.

That was why they were so confident. They felt nothing would go wrong, but I had proven them wrong at every turn. When they hesitated, I explained, “It’s because I can see everyone’s survival time on top of their heads. If you don’t run, none of you would live more than an hour. If you run now, you could still live for another fifty years.” I was bluffing about the years. The law would not let them off the hook. As they were hesitating, I stepped on my accelerator. The kidnapper flew away from the impact. I rushed toward the direction of the police station.

She sighed out loud and got off the tree continuing her run . Alone the run she caught a sight of a road . True ,it was risky because cars were being inspected . But it was better than dying in the forest due to dehydration and hunger , especially because she was still covered in shit from the sewage. She ran to the direction of the road in hopes that she might get a car . Unfortunately for her there wasn't any . She walked along the road but in the forest to shield herself from the force . Not long she heard the sound of a car getting closer . It sounded like a truck or bus . She rested against the tree to hide herself incase it was what thought it was . Carefully peaking to see what it w

those people also abandoned him in the middle of the road and went on the other side Raghu escaped here milan is fighting for his last breathe and his blood is flowing on road ¤FLASHBACK ENDS¤

It's stressful to consider that we must leave our safe haven and that we have no option but to be on the open road every time, with no assurance of safety, to survive. That in order to stay alive, we have to be totally open and exposed to the road, to get moving on each and every single day. I'm thinking about the reality that there's actually a probability that we might die out there on the open road. Who knows, one of us could get bitten. But, of course, if we stay here and do nothing, we will undoubtedly die. We are left with no option but to raid once a week. And it's just a matter of time before either my defenses or the rotten findings succumb. As erratic and turbulent as my friends ar

"I found an alternative route. It won't be comfortable, but it'll get us off the main road." "We're taking it," Maddox ordered. They returned to the vehicle. The silence was heavy, loaded with thoughts no one dared to voice. Dax, sitting next to Amalia in the back seat, glanced at her sideways. "Is it always this intense?" he asked quietly, as if the tension wasn’t already enough. She shot him a look that didn’t need words. Yes. It always is. The road was barely a trail. Stones and dirt pounded against the chassis, but no one complained. The priority was to arrive... and survive.

《SECOND CHANCE PROTOCOL ACTIVATED》 Survive the Trial. Find the True Lifeline. Failure = permanent erasure. My heart thudded so hard it hurt. “Who… who are you?” The voice continued calmly. 《RULES TO JOIN THE SURVIVAL GAMES》 Rule1: The road ahead is endless. Do not leave the truck no matter what. Rule 2: If you see yourself again do not look twice. Rule 3: If the lights go out, pray they come back. If they don’t come after 3 seconds… close your eyes and count to 10.

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.