Rules To Survival Novels & Stories

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.

[Rule 1: Each villager must throw one stone into the sea every day. [Rule 2: Villagers cannot leave their rooms at night.] [Rule 3: The Villagers' Code of Conduct is proof of identity. The chief will inspect it every night.] … And so it went on, all seeming like rules that didn't hurt in the slightest as long as you followed them. But then, the final rule seemed to be the key toward clearing the entire scenario completely. [Rule 10: Defeat the final boss to clear the scenario.] How were we supposed to defeat the boss?

“True.” I folded my arms. “But if we’re doing this, we need rules.” Raid groaned dramatically, falling back on the bed. He looked like a kid in timeout. “Jesus. Of course you’re a rules person. Fine,” he sighed. “Hit me.” I straightened slightly. “Rule number one. No sleeping around.” Raid blinked, shooting up from the bed so fast I thought he’d break his back. Dramatic much? “That’s your first rule?” “Yes.”

He had seen many attempt to adapt to pack law—few did so with such efficiency. “Why do you need to know all this?” she asked softly. “Because,” Kael replied, “rules define the boundaries of survival. You ignore them, and you will not last here. Not a day. Not an hour.” Her eyes flicked to his, a trace of a smirk touching her lips. “I understand. I follow only what matters.” He did not respond. That statement alone unsettled him. Following only what matters implied discernment, independence—and independence in this territory could be deadly.

"You probably won the combat rounds by luck, but this stage is completely different. Luck won't save you in the Trial Forest." I simply ignored both of them and kept my eyes on Theo. Stupid wolves, they always found a way to convince themselves that every victory I earned was nothing more than luck. If defeating them once was luck, What excuse did they have after I defeated them again and again? Theo raised a bright red flag into the air. "The rules are simple," he shouted. "Cross the rivers, climb the cliffs, survive the forest, avoid every trap, and reach the finish line before time runs out."

His voice was low, but it vibrated through the room. "I’m told I have a trespasser. A stray pretending to be a refugee." I stood up. My legs felt weak, but I kept my chin up. "I'm not a stray. I'm a survivor." The Alpha stepped closer . The power coming off him was overwhelming. He gripped the bars until his knuckles turned white. His face twisted into an expression that wasn't welcoming at all, it looked like pure hatred. "Survivors follow rules," he whispered, "And my first rule is that I don't keep trash in my territory, mate or not."

"The apocalypse survival game begins now. From this point on, I'll be watching your every move. Everything you do will be visible to me. Everyone must follow the rules of the safe house. "The first rule is that everything in this safe house will be distributed on a set schedule in fixed amounts. No one is allowed to take anything on their own. Second, once the game starts, there's no stopping or backing out. Third—" Before I could finish speaking, a voice from below cut me off. "Screw you. Who do you think you are, giving us orders?" The speaker was one of Tristan's men. I nodded to the burly men beside me, who stood nearly seven feet tall, signaling for them to go down and teach him a lesso

Never talk about your personal information and/or other details that contain who you are including such stories that discuss your past. Law 1: Tackling certain stories behind or secretly would be prohibited and it needs superficial actions to maintain peace, even the rules inside the Zone of Forest Survival. The First Law of Crucial Correctness is Banned for Serenity in which the breaker can never longer come to the place even just for once. 2. Do the given task made by the Leader, oftentimes follow what he wants you to do, and always treat each other equal like you composed of a structured and loving society— a family.

Weighing my options, just then, a faint shock and vibration once again from my wristband awoke my limbs as it once more displayed an additional rule of the game, that seemed to be in line and a sick coincidence to answer the scene I am stranded upon now. The glowing screen flashed: ╭──────────────── ⋅ ⋅ ✦❘༻༺❘✦⋅ ⋅ ────────────────╮ Additional Rule (In succession of Rule No. 6): The arena stretches as far as the eye can see, a desolate wasteland offering no comfort or refuge, only obstacles and challenges as the environment shifts and changes, betraying you at every turn. What was once safe offers no shelter now, and darkness falls quickly, the cold bites deep. Taking those matters in hand, th

Wilbur then said, "Well, since you've made your choice, I'll get straight to the point. You all know about the rules I've set. No illegal businesses and no rampant killings unless your safety is compromised." Wilbur had set those rules because many illegal corporations in the world eventually ended up committing mass killing sprees. The people in power fought among themselves all the time for money or pride, resulting in countless casualties in their wake. Wilbur had too much blood on his hands and too many encounters with life and death to know he never wanted to see another massacre and thus established the rules. Everyone got up to bow, expressing their loyalty and that they would stand f