Road To Survival Novels & Stories

For one horrifying second Ava thought they were crashing. Instead the vehicle smashed through a hidden opening in the trees and sped down a narrow dirt path invisible from the highway. The SUVs overshot them completely. Sofia killed the headlights instantly. Darkness swallowed the car. Silence. Only rain. Ava’s chest heaved painfully as the car rolled slowly deeper into the forest. “What is this place?” she whispered. “A backup route.” “You have backup routes?” “In our world,” Sofia said quietly, “survival depends on planning for betrayal.”

The longer the chase dragged on, the more disadvantageous their situation would be. “Save the ammo. Drive off the road instead.” “What?! But! It’s! Look!” The barren land on either side of the road was filled with long and wide crevices. Shriveled logs that looked like dried jerkeys dotted the ground. Heat waves danced its way up to the skies. “I don’t know if the wheels are equipped to handle it!” “Well, I guess we’ll find out!” Brandon clicked his tongue. “Hold on tight!” He shouted as he swerved off the road.

I jumped on one at 2am. Imagine getting onto a motorcycle ride at 2am with a stranger. I was so scared but I had no choice. Suppose he killed me, rapped me, kidnapped me or robbed me! I started imagining alot of things. What kind of relationship was I into?I prayed to God to help me reach home safe

No matter where I looked, it all looked the same. Where am I? Will I make it out of here alive? Just when I felt like I was going to collapse, I saw something grey in the darkness of the forest. My eyes gleamed with hope. It was a road! Does this mean that I can survive???? I stretched out my hand as if I was reaching out to it, my brain was not even functioning properly and I felt as if the road was my savior. I walked onto the road and there was no soul in there. As far as I could see only thick forest through which even the sunlight couldn't penetrate.

Three years after my release from prison, I ran into my ex-wife in the presidential suite of the most exclusive hotel in Bayshore. It had been years since I last saw her. She was draped in a silk robe, radiating wealth. When she recognized me, something unreadable passed through Cecily Monroe's eyes. "On the day you got out, why didn't you wait for me to come pick you up?" I said nothing and handed over the takeout. Her gaze dropped to the scar on my wrist, and her breath caught. "I went too far with that. But you've always been tougher than Adrian. You can always get back on your feet." She was talking about what happened six years ago, when Adrian Burke was involved in a catastrophic

It’s not easy to make out anything else. We’re so focused on what’s in front of us and behind us that we nearly miss the road. “Here!” Anderson shouts over the sound of the roaring rain. “There’s a road here!” “In the middle of this forest?!” I shout back. “Should we follow it?!” Beth looks at me, her eyes squinting as she tries to shield them from the rain with her hands. All roads must lead somewhere. “Let’s go!” We run along the road, our jeans and pants all covered in wet mud and dirt at this point. It’s a carefully maintained road much to my surprise. It doesn’t take us long to come face to face with an entrance into what looks like some sort of gated community.

Rubbing her brow, she said wearily, "You should head out first." "But, Ms. Thorne—" "I said go!" she snapped, her patience worn thin. Maxwell pressed his lips together. Despite his reluctance, he forced himself to step out. After he left, Beatrice went back to her desk. Looking at the error-filled report, a wave of memories washed over her. Seven years ago, I had also been a rookie starting from scratch. I had neither experience nor an outstanding academic background. Surrounded by applicants far more qualified than I was, I barely stood out at all. Yet somehow, I was the only one who made it through the probation period.

The road stretched before us, empty and endless. I sat beside Adrian in the old truck, watching the landscape roll by. The world was healing. The scars of the apocalypse were fading, replaced by new growth, new life, new hope. The ruins of the old world stood as silent reminders of what had been lost, but they were no longer monuments to despair. They were monuments to survival. To resilience. To rebirth. And now, we were traveling through it. Together. "Scarlett."

she said, not looking at his face, because if she did she might just spit in it. “Oh, for God’s sake!” he pulled off at the side of the road on a deserted stretch of road. Mason had decided to stay off the main route to Phoenix. If it took a bit longer to get to his destination, so be it. The interstate was so busy at this time of the year.

I had shattered the overhead light fixture and driven the jagged shards straight through his throat. At that moment, my daughters had cried out, "Mom!" Then, I was swallowed by endless darkness. I didn’t know what would happen to them after something like that… until, in that pitch-black void, I saw two faintly glowing figures ahead of me. It was them. Just like me… they were dead. Overwhelmed with grief and fury, tears of blood streaming down my face, I demanded to know what I had done to deserve this. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Vanessa was about to bring her four children to my home.