Novel & Cerita Rules Of Survival Book

He paused to look over at Jacob while they both laughed, "Perfect for a little game, don’t you agree? And as long as you keep to the rules, we won't touch your dying little pet over there." "Rules? What are the rules?" "Don't worry; they are so simple, and you will remember them. 1. Run. 2. Run. and rule number 3. Don’t die. It is not up to you when you get to die; that is up to us. Do you need to write that down, honey? Run, never stop, and ask for permission before dying."

It had a few chocolate bars, jerkies and two bottles of water. “I didn’t know they buried boxes.” “One of the hidden rules. They want people to use their brains more. I mean, this is a race of survival. Who will survive better?” “But what if we don’t get the flags by the end of seven days? I mean what if no one loses his flag?” “I doubt it will happen. Everyone jumps in the fight. They are taught to be like that. Fighting is easy. You have someone strong. Push him to the frontline. But using your brain is harder.”

Towards Phedra Elizabeth, the rope suddenly loosened. She followed the gravity of the earth, and dropped the slope without braking, Phedra Elizabeth closed her eyes, in extreme fear, suddenly something squeezed her hand. Phedra Elizabeth's feet touched the ground safely. Phedra Elizabeth opened her eyes, the rope did not wrap Phedra Elizabeth's hand, leaving only traces. Phedra Elizabeth rubbed her wrist. “The rule of the game is very straightforward. Two people fight a battle and only one person survives. Those are my rules of the game. The rules of the game of death. Very superficial and easy to comprehend.”

"This is a survival game. The first round is against the beasts. If we survive, we move to the next." "And the next?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. His jaw clenched. "We fight each other." A cold dread settled in my chest. The rules were simple. Barbaric. Survive the beasts. Fight fellow captives. Be sold to the highest bidder. A twisted form of entertainment for the so-called elite. “I know what you're thinking, but don't worry, I'll protect you.” he assured me. Pierce moved swiftly, his fingers brushing against my face as he smeared dirt and grime over my skin. The rough texture of dried mud mixed with blood coated my cheeks, dulling my features beneath the makeshift camouflage

Nothing. “I think it’s broken. I’ll let Judge Jackson know that he might need a new box.” I left the mysterious steel box for the basket of fruit on the counter. I selected and apple and made myself comfortable on the cognac leather couch in the living room. “Werewolf Life Skills Survival Manual 2023. Congratulations! You’ve survived Eden or The Oasis!” Survived. What a specific word. “The purpose of this manual is to acclimate newly released wolves from both Eden and Oasis into werewolf society. The manual will detail our history, culture, leadership, lifestyle, and rules you must abide by.”

“Meaning if he thinks you’re worth keeping alive, you follow the rules. If you don’t… he stops thinking you’re worth it.” The air between them felt colder. “I’m not here to cause trouble,” Liora said. “Then don’t.” Liora crossed her arms. “You think I’m hiding something.” “I think you walked into the lion’s den with blood on your shoes,” Ines said. “And lions smell blood.” Liora’s mouth opened, then closed. Ines turned to leave, then paused at the door. “Rule One — he’s the only person you trust in here. That includes me. Rule Two — if someone tells you to move, you move. Don’t ask why. Rule Three — never open a door you didn’t close.”

"Which brings us to rule three. Complete honesty between us. About threats. About conversations with my father. About anything that makes you uncomfortable or afraid. No secrets." I laughed, sharp and bitter. "No secrets? From the man who lied about his mother's room being locked?" "That was before. Before last night. Before we both realized we're more vulnerable here than we thought." He set down the pen. "Survivors don't keep secrets from each other when those secrets could get them killed." The logic was sound. Cold, but sound. "What's rule four?"

I murmured, but nobody, well, no dead body in the room was in a mood to answer. “So please—scream nicely, die creatively, and give our audience something worth watching.” ‎The so-call system voiced, ignoring me completely. ‎“The rules are wonderfully simple; Survive twenty games, endure five locations, and if you’re especially unlucky, meet our charming overlord. Most of you won’t make it past the first act—but do try.” ‎ ‎Was she being serious? ‎I got cheated on, poisoned, left my savings, my apartment and LIFE to the horrible betrayers, and now I had to risk my neck as entertainment for some demented onlookers.

Protection isn’t hiding. Protection is building rules strong enough to keep living. —End Chapter 43

"Breach Team, grab the power saw and hydraulic shears! Get that door this instant! Truck One, hit the fire from the front with the two water cannons! Truck Two, cover from the side windows! Search Team, follow them in and prioritize victim extraction!" I could already picture the scene as I listened to the commotion outside. It would take at least three to five minutes from breaching the door to deploying the hose. If someone was really trapped in there, every second was a matter of life and death. It was worth noting that a kitchen fire would generate toxic fumes, making the initial stage of the fire the optimal window for rescue. Yvonne, however, had squandered that window by coming to my