Road To Survival Novels & Stories

Especially since they had changed routes, and Christopher’s henchmen would need more time before they could catch up. Margaret’s gaze swept around the surroundings as she clenched her hands tightly, forcing herself to stay calm while reconstructing the route in her mind. And recalling the things she had once read in the news reports from her previous life. Then, she lifted her head to look at Christopher, her voice steady. “If we keep driving straight for a while longer, then turn right and afterward turn left...” She slowly guided the route, her tone calm and composed. “There’ll be a forest.” “Instead of crashing into the roadside or another car, if we drive straight into there, we’ll still

The night before the SAT, rain tapped against our umbrellas. Maddie and I had just gotten our early admission letters from Borevia University—an Ivy League school. We took a shortcut through a dark alley on the way home. A streetlight flickered at the other end. Someone in a wheelchair blocked the path. Tristan. In just six months, he'd wasted away to skin and bones. His eyes were sunken, his face a sickly gray. His wrinkled clothes smelled musty, like he hadn't seen daylight in weeks.

I needed it to wash the mud off my wounds, but they refused to let me get close. My colleagues were guarding the place, and they were all glaring at me. "Ms. Hedge found this! You don't deserve it, bitch!" Fortunately, this island was abundant with resources. Wilderness survival was all the craze a few years ago, and many content creators came here to get useful footage. They also left useful stuff behind. I'd skimmed through everything during my search for water. I went to the dump and scrounged some plastic bottles and a cast-iron skillet.

I sucked in a deep breath when I saw the truck that was about to fall off with the driver trapped inside. “Jett!” Brody, the driver who brought me here, shouted. We were on a road up a hill, close to a meadow; the obvious sight of the overgrown trees deep down the meadow that revealed a forest was a clear sign that this road was a bad idea. The road looks like it has been abandoned for a long time and needs to be redeveloped. “Is this the route you guys normally take to camp?” I asked Brody in concern. “No.” Brody confesses, “This isn't the route Alpha Axel instructed us to take; it is a shortcut, and we thought that…” He swallowed his word in fear as the truck close to the hill shifted. It

I took a deep breath than signaled for Amelia to go. I watched as my best friend and her squad headed for the path that ran right behind Deep Ridge territory and eventually splintered off into the path that patrols usually took around the territory. The path wasn't obvious and I had accidentally discovered it on a morning jog a few months ago but told no one about it. Kyles squad followed behind her and my squad behind his. I just prayed we'd be able to corss over between patrols no problem or with minimal fighting or effort.

Only 45 people were left, with Omari taking up 25 spots, which meant that unless the remaining 20 people's stats miraculously shot up, midnight would be their collective elimination. "We cannot let Omari's people get those emergency supply crates." Steve's gaze landed on me. "Melanie, how does a broke person turn things around in a death trap like this?" The key to surviving as a broke person had never been brute force. It was about finding loopholes, exploiting trickery, navigating chaos, and seizing opportunities. "First Emergency Supply Crate spawned: Terminal T3, Level B2, Employee Break Room!" Sure enough, footsteps echoed in the distance as Omari's team marched toward T3 in full force.

If it hadn't been that Robins was a step away, the fight between Estrada and I would have ended badly. The SIG MOSQUITO found its way to the back of Estrada's head, and Robins commanded him not to move as I started tying up his hands. “ Put the call to the command center for Exfil,” “ Yes, commander.” “ And let them know to bring the recovery team.” With that we both looked over at Hughes. Present time I sat at the chair facing the computer screens and watched the families, the kids playing, the men laughing and the women on the side gossiping. I truly made something here, my name, will forever live amongst these families long after they have all lived and died.

Fragments of who they were before they became this pack. Ex-rogues. Bikers. Survivors. My family now. Rafe spread the map across the table. “We know Varrick’s routes,” he said, voice controlled, but only barely. “They’re using the border roads. We’ll cut them off before dawn.” Calder leaned forward, tracing a route with his claw. “They’ll expect that. He’s not stupid.” “He’s predictable,” I said quietly. All four heads turned toward me. For a heartbeat, the air went still. The bond pulsed between us with question, recognition, trust.

“So what are we going to do?” Lennon asked himself, trying to think of a way to survive this messed up world, the difficulty of their mission went from 0 to 100 real fast with no warning. “We will learn how to survive.” Maya said, moving Noah away from her, after she noticed that he was uncomfortable sleeping in her lap. She already made a plan in her head on what to do and that consisted of hiding and learning how to defend themselves, with Noah being the top priority.

We were on the road towards Palecrest territory within a half hour. Amelia and Kyle took their Jeep and I rode with Dominic. The other two men who I learned were his beta and gamma rode with his mother and their mates The backseat of Dominics vehicle had been folded down and several totes of my belongings the Amelia had been able to save filled the back to the point we couldn't see out the rear window. I knew at least one tote housed some of my parents belongings that she had managed to save and the others were mine I think. I owed her big time for risking herself to save what she did for me. I would find a way to thank her especially since it was my fault we had all been exiled.