Space Survival Novels & Stories

Kathy says, “Okay, come with me to the kitchen, let me get something for you to sustain yourself,” Sandra says, “Please, I don't want to stay long because I have to prepare for tomorrow's class because we are rehearsing every day and the Instructors might call us on emergency for preparation of special Intercontinental sustenance” Kathy explained, “ and If you want to offer me anything, let it be take away package,” Kathy says,

They were just so accustomed to sounds and scents beyond levels that he couldn't imagine. He dropped one of the guards that had grown a little bit concerned, he needed for this to be clean. His plan was perfect, he'd thought of every possible problem and had created a contingency for it. He needed for this to work, if it did, they were one step closer to evading extinction. They were alas, the Survivors of the Sun and they would survive death if they had to. He reached the top floor faster than he'd expected. He was moving at a physical defining speed, blitzing through the distance like they were just meaningless to him.

protect themselves in any emergency cases. She teach them how to blend their soul with the space and teach them how to enter their space and comes out after they enter their space .She reminds them not to expose their space even to their family members and good friends. That's their own secret that they need to protect. She had put many bottles of mineral water , warm milks , snacks , fruits and cooked dishes . Each of their space also had five hundred boiled eggs and a thousand steambuns with meat , vegetables and chicken meats filling .She also puts some weapons , clothes ,shoes , quilts and many more things in their space .

Which is also up for debate, what is oblivion if every matter and energy strive to survive? Waking up I am assaulted by strong waves of Gravity and distortion of particles as the systems fight to stay active. The ship is a metal that grows stronger with heat the hotter the better. The generator lives off the solar power given off by Stars or Suns if it has a continuous supply it will still stay on. Which it why the haul has not broken yet and why the life support has not malfunctioned.

“Is that your next question?” Alastor grimaced, grinding his teeth. “…most of our kind usually has no need to stay away from each other. Very few are blessed to meet their mate, after all. A one in a million chance. But on some instances that they have to separate, for example: to work or study somewhere far away, it’s been observed that they all seemed to have developed some common issues.” “Issues…?” He waved a hand, “You know–insomnia, depression or eating disorders with or without having a mark. Sometimes, they turn to become fixated with one thing or the other to cope like alcohol, drugs… worst case scenario is either suicide or a slow, descent to madness.”

Ricky told Carlos while looking around the underground parking garage, hoping not to see a Death Row Infantry-man with a gun approaching them. “If we use an escape pod, that means we’ll be out in space. I’ve never been out in space before,” Amber said, putting her hand up to her mouth. She could feel her heart picking up the pace while thinking about her and her boyfriend escaping death by traveling out into the deepness of space. “I grew up on this starship. I grew up inside this Earth bio-dome and this place is all I know. But I don’t want us to die here and I don’t want us to die out in space.”

The audio clip started and the image began to move. “Hello survivors, my name is Daniel Shirker, President and founder of Project Humanity’s Last Resort. For those unaware, the world as you know it is over. We are entering a new world, a new age, a world of peace and freedom, but do know, you are not alone. Scattered across the United States are one hundred fifty-one bunkers containing an overall total of one million survivors. These bunkers are meant to serve as your new home. You will live here for three months. There will be enough food and water, as long as you ration properly and utilize the farm to grow food immediately. After those three months are over, the air will return to its pre

Vivian and Ruza were seated on a raised platform facing a gigantic screen. An array of controls and buttons stretched out in front of them. “Navigation control.” “Check” “Fuel Level.” “Maximum.” “Artificial gravity.” “Working.” “Oxygen levels.” “Optimum.” They ran all the checks according to their training. Vivian then put the spaceship on autopilot mode and relaxed in her seat. Ruza ran a few more checks and relaxed too. With the factorial development in aerodynamics and quantum computing, space travel had become much more comfortable and convenient.

Professor Shaw said. My hand moved to my stomach. It was flat. For several seconds, I could not breathe. “Where is my baby?” The answer was already in Professor Shaw’s eyes. The project doctor spoke gently. “By the time we reached you, the procedure had already begun. You had lost too much blood. We transferred you here immediately, but the fetus was too weak to survive.” I stared at the ceiling.

HELENA Sunrays seeped through the cracks in the wooden walls. It didn’t feel like morning. It felt like survival continued. I woke slowly, my body stiff in ways that made every breath feel like a reminder of what had happened. For a moment, I didn’t move. I didn’t think. Just lay there, staring at the dim ceiling, trying to remember where I was.