Road To Survival Novels & Stories

The heavy blast doors of the garage ground open, letting in a swirl of blinding white snow. Ashren punched the accelerator, and we shot out into the dark. … The Ghost Road wasn't on any official map. It was an old smuggler's route that bypassed the main highways, cutting through the jagged, frozen ravines of the deep tundra. For the first six hours, the silence in the rover's cabin was absolute, save for the hum of the engine and the howling wind outside. I sat in the passenger seat, my arms wrapped tightly around myself. The rover’s heater was blasting at maximum capacity, making Valen sweat in the backseat. But my breath was still pluming in the air like white smoke.

Mason swore. Liora emerged from the river. “If the sanctuary falls while the road is open—” “What happens?” “Everything inside it crosses.” Rowan looked at the creature. “Including that?” “Yes.” “Not ideal.” Mason turned toward the golden road. Beyond it— Wolf Ridge. Home. People who had no idea an ancient resurrection nightmare might be approximately thirty seconds away from landing in the village square. Mason looked at Evander. “How do we move the survivors?” “There isn’t time.”

Without thinking, Zara sprinted forward. The world blurred. The only thing she saw was the terrified child and the car rapidly closing in. She threw herself onto the road, tackling the boy and dragging him out of the car’s path. They rolled to the side, hitting the ground hard. The car screeched past. Pain exploded through her body. Her skin scraped against the rough asphalt, leaving her bruised and bleeding. The boy shook in her arms, scared but alive.

Ray had no choice but to leave. Starting from Sunnyville Hill, he figured he would eventually encounter some survivors along the way. Human resilience was incredible—even in devastated neighborhoods, a handful of people usually managed to survive. Rarely more than ten or so, but enough to maintain a spark of life. A few more survivors in one place, and they could form a small faction, like Channing's building materials market or Mary's hot spring hotel. He set off. Driving the hovercraft east toward Dolmein, he opened his spatial perception, scanning the nearby buildings. Whenever he sensed life, he would immediately detour in that direction.

"Not stones. Names in a book. Same principle. Someone has to remember what survival costs." They left the settlement at dawn, resupplied and refreshed. Martinez gave them updated maps of the route west. "Your military group took the northern route. Faster but more dangerous. You might consider southern route. Slower but more settlements that can help." "We're taking middle route," Maya said. "Somewhere between fast and safe." "That's usually where people get lost. But good luck anyway." Day twenty-eight: Four weeks into the journey. They'd crossed six hundred miles. Halfway to Colorado.

When the Program told me I could return, I felt no joy. Only emptiness. The next time I opened my eyes, I was staring at a white hospital ceiling. Machines beeped beside me, and my throat burned as if I had been asleep for years. A nurse saw me wake and rushed over. “You’re safe,” she said. “You were caught in a dockside explosion. Sophia Lane didn’t survive.” My fingers tightened against the sheet. Sophia was dead. Before I could speak, the nurse added, “There was another survivor. A young man named Luca. He woke up this morning.”

The funeral and then I’m gone, and this will be more memories to keep me company later. I’ve done some research, and I applied with a popular family-owned restaurant in Oklahoma City. They called, and I scheduled the interview. So I’ll leave the night of the funeral and get on the road. I keep telling myself that this is the best choice for everyone. I won’t stink up anyone’s life this way, and maybe this time Rob won’t find me. I hate leaving here though, I’ve been so happy the last few days. I’ve felt more myself and alive than in an eternity it feels. I can’t be selfish and bring my problems here, though and I know it. Mom keeps having bad moments, but I know she’ll be fine, and Wyatt wil

You just focus on driving. "Besides, you need to give everyone a reason for turning it down. Everyone on our team is struggling. They're all waiting for a chance to change their lives. You owe them an explanation." I looked at the towering, snow-capped mountains in the distance and wondered what kept drawing me back to that deadly mountain pass with its 72 hairpin turns—a road that had claimed countless lives over the years. It was all because of my daughter, Hannah Reed. In my dreams, she cried and begged me to save her. I carried her desperate will to survive and forced myself to hold on even when I was close to death, unwilling to let another father in this world endure the same unbearabl

It was the ultimate wipe-out skill. Watching the scene unfold, a trace of fanatic excitement flashed in my eyes. I had gambled right. In this apocalypse where all order had collapsed, Ruth was the strongest cheat code, the biggest powerhouse I could cling to. And Callie’s armored vehicle? What was that compared to this?

"This is definitely the right address." "Are you sure?" Camille peered at the dense tree line. "Because this looks like the beginning of several different horror films." "Margaret Foster survived the purge by going completely off the grid," Yuna reminded her. "Off the grid people don't live on main roads." "Off the grid people are also frequently extremely strange," Camille said. "I'm just noting that." The road narrowed further, barely wide enough for the car. Then it opened suddenly into a clearing, and they all went quiet.