Space Survival Novels & Stories

I threw myself at my bed and slowly drifted up to deep slumber. I woke up early morning hearing my stomach growling loudly. I was so hungry that I could even finish dinner for 5 person now. Thinking of eating I went for a shower. I gasped as the cold water touched my warm skin but it felt good. I instantly relaxed as the water started hitting me all over my body. And I became ready to face up another day of challenge.

His silk-gloved hand reached frantically for the emergency transponder on his collar, but the plastic casing was dead, its internal circuitry completely frozen solid by the sub-zero vacuum of the Void spike. "You haven't won anything, #3," Christian rasped, his voice trembling as he looked at the thousands of silent scrappers who were now closing the circle around his escape pod, their hands gripping their iron pipes with a lethal, un-corporate focus. "You’ve just turned this sector into a closed ecosystem. The mid-tier syndicates will starve you out. They’ll block the cargo flats at the eastern air-docks. They’ll—"

"What is your escape plan?" "I have a ship ready built, it goes deep within the water, no one will find you there. There are plant's already in there, they use artificially made oxygen to help them grow. You will not starve. There are small chickens, a few pigs. All of which have already been vaccinated. You will not be bothered by their smells as there are machinery systems in place to turn the carbon dioxide into oxygen. The ship will run by methane gas also taken from the animal waste as well as human waste. The lights and every other electrical equipment used hydro power. The entire ship built by our finest architect's and scientist's." Ingrid explained. "You did all of this thing's for

"We only have just over four days left until the full moon." "Don't worry they will be fine and will get here as soon as they can." Asher says not looking quite convinced of that himself. The ritual will be held literally in the middle of nowhere. We drive for hours to get there. When we finally arrive there are quite a few tents set up. Well this is not the finest place we have slept but it is better than sleeping outside. A few of the tents are pure black out tents, specifically designed for the Vampires to stay in to keep the sun out during the day.

You are right a suicidal path; it was not a way to end everything but I was already buried 6 feet under so what more there was left to loose and no I was not suppose to give up but I did; I gave up; I gave up hope of living a happy and carefree normal life again; I gave up to the point of not returning to myself again. The first I attempted to kill myself was by taking a bunch of mix expired medications which took me into the depth of sleepiness; my breath being short; my body being numb; I was loosing my consciousness and I was buoyant that I was finally getting rid of all my angst; I was being taken into the darkness but only to survive; yes! I survived cause after hours of murk., my stoma

– Darkness said. - So, if we move each of the inhabitants through blast tubes towards other worlds, could they stop aging? – Sasha asked. - No, they were influenced by the temporal radiation of the sun and the planets that are three, they will soon die. – Desaad said. - We have no way to save them, they have a technology that when leaving the atmosphere of the planet it was as if they were rusted by time, they disintegrate, but if transferred via radio or electromagnetic waves they would end up overloading the systems.

Every monitor in the room was a chaotic blur of lunar telemetry and violet static. "The physical math doesn't work, Vic! It just doesn't!" Zack threw his tablet onto the metal desk, the screen cracking. "A ship would take days, and that Aegis spire would liquefy us before we hit the exosphere. Your cells... your human marrow... it can't take the pressure of a raw jump. You'd arrive as a bucket of soup."

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.

The abnormal weather had killed many survivors. In my past life, I'd only arrived at a safe zone five months after the zombie outbreak. There'd been elite soldiers and over a hundred thousand survivors there. Over a hundred of these safe zones were scattered across the country, significantly contributing to mankind's survival. "Why aren't we leaving now since the safe zones have already been set up?" Mom asked me. I looked at the snow outside. "It's highly likely we'll freeze to death in this weather if our car breaks down." …

The "Sparrow" sub didn’t so much dock as it did collapse into the Hangar Cradle (a magnetic docking station designed to catch damaged vessels) of the Aegis Refuge. This wasn't the jagged, cold architecture of the Trench. The Refuge was a "Safe-Haven"—a pressurized dome hidden inside a dormant volcanic vent, where the water was naturally warmed and the walls were lined with a soft, bioluminescent moss that absorbed the Background Radiation (the lingering energy from the Isotope) and turned it into a calming amber light.