Survival 101 소설 & 이야기

Closer than before. Too close. No time to run. No time to think. Lena’s breath caught. Her body refused to move. This is it “I can’t....” The thing lunged. Straight for her. And Lena realized survival wasn’t about strength. It was about who breaks last. And right now...she was breaking.

HELENA By the gods, what had that man led me into? His words echoed in my head. “If you survive the next stretch” he had said. “You will reach places where you stop needing help from strangers.” Did that mean I had to survive whatever was in that damned village? Just what in the gods name was in that village, what did I have to survive by accepting help from this stranger?

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.

Pain flared, but now it was sharp and cold — no longer soft and naive. “You see clearly now. Use it. Trust only what you can control.” I nodded. I would. No more blind loyalty. No more misplaced kindness. Survival first. The interface pulsed, bright and insistent. I stared at the task: [Task: Gather basic survival supplies. Reward: Evolution Points + Inventory Expansion] I exhaled slowly, letting the weight of it settle. This wasn’t just training anymore — this was preparation. The apocalypse would come, and I wouldn’t have the luxury of perfect conditions. I needed everything I could get.

《SECOND CHANCE PROTOCOL ACTIVATED》 Survive the Trial. Find the True Lifeline. Failure = permanent erasure. My heart thudded so hard it hurt. “Who… who are you?” The voice continued calmly. 《RULES TO JOIN THE SURVIVAL GAMES》 Rule1: The road ahead is endless. Do not leave the truck no matter what. Rule 2: If you see yourself again do not look twice. Rule 3: If the lights go out, pray they come back. If they don’t come after 3 seconds… close your eyes and count to 10.

" he questioned. Silence fell over us. As expected, the only way to deal with this was to fight fire with fire. "Are you okay?" the system asked carefully. "Can you check if I'm still intact? Or have I already been reduced to ashes?" I asked in my mind. "The good news is that we're stuck in the middle of a plot point, so we're not dead yet." Then, it added sheepishly, "The bad news is that your supposed downfall is coming ahead of schedule, but neither of them has broken things off with you yet. If this continues, we'll be stuck here forever. None of us will be able to return home!"

The system appeared before her eyes. [Emergency Mission Activated.] [Mission: Defend the Sanctuary.] [Objective One: Prevent the horde from entering the main living area.] [Objective Two: Protect essential supplies.] [Objective Three: Keep registered survivors alive.] [Reward: 1,000 Survival Points.] [Failure Penalty: Sanctuary Security Level Reduced.] Evelyn read the message twice. The system had given her a clear task. Survive the attack. She closed the notification and reached for her pistol. “Let them come,” she whispered.

I stood inside the secure glass observation booth next to the main gate, my eyes fixed on the live security monitors. Outside the three-thousand-volt electric wire, the crowd of survivors who had followed Nessa and Taryn began to scream in raw terror. As the front edge of the massive infected herd rounded the corner of the northern highway, the crowd broke apart like shattered glass. People tripped over backpacks, dropped their supply bags, and scrambled blindly into the tall grass and ditches, running for their lives as the fast-moving horde spilled down the asphalt toward the clearing. "They're going to kill us! They're going to eat us!" an older woman in the crowd sobbed, her voice cuttin

"Prepare. Survive. Find the people who matter before they die." I opened my eyes. The gray dawn was giving way to pale sunlight, and I could see the world around me for the first time. The shelter was built into the ruins of an old gas station, its walls reinforced with debris and what looked like salvaged metal. Beyond it, the wilderness stretched out, dense and dark and full of threats I couldn't see. "Who matters?" I asked. "People with skills. People with knowledge. People who will be important later." "You're talking about the people I need to recruit."

Excess is permitted. "Good." I pull a notepad toward me. "Because I wasn't planning to stop there." I don't write the list the way the old Abbie would have, wandering the aisles in the order the store lays them out. I write it in the order of things people killed for during an Apocalypse.*Water. Light. Warmth. Medicine.* Food goes last, and it surprises me until I remember why. The people who made it through the first weeks weren't the ones with the biggest pantries. They were the ones who could still see in the dark and still feel their fingers enough to hold a spoon.