Rules To Survival Novels & Stories

I shrugged, still trying to accept this as a challenge. "There are a few rules you must abide by if you must live in this mixed world." "Rule one, trust no one. Anyone could turn out to be the worst. Rule two, you must do everything to avoid publicity. Everything to make your name pop out on the news and in front of everyone's phones." "And rule three?" I asked, getting a little excited at the pit of my stomach. I don't know why I am feeling this way but I feel like this is supposed to look like a new challenge to me. more than anything.

The Alpha instructed and waited for a while before he continued talking. "You would start to work a week after, so you must either perform well or get killed. Now let's talk about the rules. You are all two hundred in number, so if you form a group, we should have minimum of Forty groups and you would enter the wilderness that is meant for the tournament together. The first round would take place in the wilderness and it is called the battle of survival." Battle of survival? That was new. We all murmured among each other in confusion.

True David smiles. A sliver of hope appeared in his mind. Okay, log, record this. The log answers but it seemed less enthusiastic since David used “record” rather than “log”. Hehe. Sorry, Log. Now put up these rules. I need to follow them or else I risk creating a super reptile paradise. Rule one. Kill without witnesses to the best of one’s ability. The log creates a list of rules under the Evolution page. “Rule two. Avoid not killing animals. Once I’ve started hunting an animal, I must succeed in killing it to prevent rapid evolution.”

“Remember this: only one can kill and claim a beast. Once slain, the beast dissolves into a fang, larger for Grade A, smaller for Grade B. These fangs are your proof.” She let the weight of her words sink in before continuing, “No killing of another contestant. Do so, and you are disqualified immediately. The stage ends in three sunsets. Survive until then or fall.” For a moment, silence reigned. Then, faintly, a smile curved Ira’s lips. “That being said, have fun and remember the rules.” The horn blared again. The ground trembled as one hundred contestants surged forward, charging into the sprawling wild forest beyond. The earth shook beneath their boots, their roars echoing like thunder.

“I’m not stupid. Something’s going on here. The others — they walk like they’re carrying glass inside them. Felix flinches when a door shuts. Marco cries in his sleep. I’ve seen it. This ain’t just about car washes and burgers.” “You’re right. It’s not.” “Then tell me.” Jaylen hesitated. Then he lowered his voice. “There are rules. Not the ones taped to the break room wall — the real ones! The ones that keep you alive.” “I’m listening.” He said. "The House Rules!" Rule One: Don’t Get Too Comfortable. “You might think you’re safe here. You’re not. You’re tolerated — for now. Boss picks who stays and who vanishes. It ain’t about your work ethic or charm. It’s about how well you bend without br

Ezekiel didn't blink. “Then you will most likely get hurt again and it’ll be nobody’s fault but yours” I let out a soft, nervous breath that was almost a laugh. “Charming.” “Survival usually doesn’t care about that,” he replied. “So,” I said, leaning back and trying to look bored, though my pulse was screaming. “Are you going to tell me these rules of yours or do you want to hear how I’m going to break them?” “We start with mine,” Ezekiel said. He didn't move an inch. “Rule one: When I say move, you don't ask 'why.' You just move.”

(Adelaide) The rules pounded in her head. Survive until sunrise. Survive the night, and he cannot claim you. The Pact forbids it. He obeys the Pact. He has to. That’s how this works. Villagers had staked their sanity on that belief for generations; mothers had let their daughters walk into the woods because of it. Surely, surely, the universe would not be so cruel as to twist the rules now. Her muscles burned as she pushed herself up onto her elbows, wincing when her abused hands brushed the rough ground.

I said. In my past life, I'd witnessed too many occasions of humans turning out to be more savage than zombies when they wanted to eat. They would do everything they could to get a mouthful of food. After the zombie outbreak, morals and laws meant nothing. Survivors would do anything to stay alive. The bad memories made me tremble uncontrollably, but a warm hand on my cheek pulled me back to my senses. Mom said gently, "Things must've been hard for you, sweetheart."

Rael collapses onto a chair, rubbing the bridge of his nose. I lean against the wall and watch them. “We need new rules,” Dagen says after a long moment. “New standards.” “No more allowances for beauty or background,” Rael adds. “Skill or death. That is it.” I nod. “Agreed.” Maddox turns, his mouth twisted into a mocking smile. “You act like it matters. In the end, none of them will be strong enough.” He might be right. But I am willing to bet that at least one will survive. One will rise.

“Your failure to carry out this simple task shows that you are not fit for this mission. Hence, you will be withdrawn as soon as possible and other options will be considered.” ‘Options?’ Sweat broke out of my face, as I find it difficult to swallow saliva. My eyes traced its footsteps back to the second message sent a few minutes after the first one. The Second message reads: “never forget the three rules. Rule one: Focus is the name of the game, the end result is more important than anything else. Rule two: Your cover is more important than your life. Rule three: Obey the first and second rule.” I had to quickly locate the spot. I was lucky to come across a brown envelope, so I dipped my h