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“Survive? Against Lucian’s men? You’ve seen what they do, Rowena. They don’t leave survivors. They take prisoners and make them wish they were dead.” “I know,” I said quietly. “I’ve seen it too. That’s why I’m telling you…when that time comes, don’t wait for orders. Don’t wait for someone to tell you it’s time to run or fight. The time will come when everyone stands on their own. When it’s every man, woman, and child for themselves. And when it does, you’ll either fight for your life… or lose it watching someone else try.” Mara shook her head slowly, tears gathering in her eyes. “You talk like we’re already dead.”

he responded Vanessa nods closing her eyes. Vanessa looked directly at the blue sky as Xavier walk around her gathering things. The events of the previous day were finally hitting her. She had killed a man without second thought. She had killed a man. The same way Drew had taught her “We need to get moving.” Xavier said breaking her from her thoughts. He offers his hand and pulls her to her feet and he leads the way. They walk quietly through the trees until they get to what seems like a path. The grass looked like it had been trampled down by numerous feet.

"We fight. We survive. We win." Her people raised their fists, their voices rising in unison. "We fight. We survive. We win." And in that moment, Clara knew that they would. They would fight. They would survive. They would win. No matter what came next. No matter who was out there. No matter what phase three brought. They would be ready.

You don't need that shit in your life. I smiled at the scene, I love these idiots, I thought to myself before grabbing two pillows and launching into the fight. "Black widow arrives!" "Iran man dies!" "Shut up!!!" And they lived happily ever after. Oh, that's a big fat lie! They fought, they survived, they learned, they fell, they cried, they laughed but they lived and stuck together!

“Together… always. No matter what happens, we endure… we anchor… we survive.” A surge of mortal memory coursed through me, bright and warm, reinforcing the pulse. Love, hope, and faith combined, and the faint heartbeat strengthened. Kieran’s consciousness stirred, flickering in rhythm with the mortal will. “You… you are stronger than I imagined,” he said. “You… you anchor more than just me. You… anchor everyone. And now… we… can fight back… in ways even the system cannot anticipate.” I let out a shuddering breath. “Then we fight. We fight for them. We fight for the mortals. We fight for love. And we… we fight for you. Always for you.”

" Um... " " For some reason... I think this is where the game of survival truly begins. " " Yes! We've gotta battle for our survival! " " Yes! " .... A/N : From here on... The game of survival begins! Are you excited guys?

“I don’t know yet. But I have contacts here—people who can find things out. And I think it’s time you stop waiting for the next attack and start thinking about how to hit back.” The idea of fighting back felt foreign. I had spent so long running, hiding, trying to survive each day without completely falling apart. Fighting meant facing him again. It meant stepping back into the fire instead of running from it. I let out a shaky breath, gripping the edge of my blanket like it could somehow keep me grounded. “I don’t know if I can do this.” Evelyn’s jaw tightened. “You don’t have a choice.”

"Well, someone goes first, or we're all going to die!" Everyone's heads looked around the circle as we tried to figure out who would start. "Oh for the love of the gods!" Cried Bonolo, as she stepped forward. I loved a nonseer. And, he died because of it." Her voice was grim, serious. The platform began to shake again. "I'm gay." My head snapped to Rent. His voice shook slightly, but he held his ground. His eyes swooped to Carrie and she gave him an encouraging smile. "Someone go! Your secret won't fucking matter if we all die!" Yelled Rent.

We prayed that we would make it through this and that everyone fighting to protect us would make it out alive. I shut my eyes and prayed, too. When I opened them, I saw sunlight streaming in through a gap. Suddenly, it hit me that I'd changed this world. In my past life, I and many others had died in the zombie wave. But now, we were still alive. I was weak and inconsequential, but my presence had largely affected the world's future. … The battle went on for three days. Even underground, we didn't dare rest or let our guard down. Everyone held their weapons close, ready to put our lives on the line.

he shouted as he stepped back from me. "I'm a survivor," I exclaimed and then stopped, looking at the world before I built it up in me, "I'm a survivor," I whispered to myself. "I'm a survivor!" Zale yelled loudly and I laughed. "I'm a survivor!" I screamed, encouraged by him. "I'm a survivor!" he yelled even louder. "I'm a fucking survivor!" I screamed with everything in me. "I'm a fighter!" he shouted with the same energy. "I'm a fighter! I'm a fighter!" I shouted looking up at the sky.