Survival 101 Novels & Stories

You didn't starve to death. I could not take it anymore. "Mom, do you know how I've been surviving this semester? On handouts from my roommate and digging through trash for leftover food! And today, if my advisor hadn't been kind enough to buy me a meal, I probably would've collapsed and ended up in the hospital!" I thought hearing about what I had been through might change her mind. Instead, she let out a scornful laugh. "So what, you're trying to brag to me about your good luck? How you ran into a nice roommate and a nice advisor?

"Keep my mother's name out of your mouth, or I swear to God I'll hit you again every time I see your face." "And who said she left that kid to die?" Sebastian scoffed and clapped his hands. Immediately, someone cast the raw footage from the field onto the projection screen on stage. Through the smoke and rubble on the screen, a crowd of displaced refugees stood in line for emergency supplies while a soldier held a rifle, keeping order. Suddenly, a little girl in tattered clothes tripped and fell out of the line. The soldier instinctively raised his rifle to check for danger. The little girl showed no fear. Instead, she thought it was a game and raised her hands to mimic a gun right back at h

The second week of training focused on survival skills, the practical knowledge that would keep Mira alive in the frozen wasteland outside the bunker. Clara had designed a comprehensive curriculum, covering everything from fire-making to navigation to shelter-building. She wanted Mira to be self-sufficient, to be capable of surviving on her own if the worst should happen.

Another one with an axe also moved forward. “What the hell?” Victor shouted something I couldn’t hear and three more men joined them. [EMERGENCY MISSION ACTIVATED.] [MISSION: DEFEND PRIMARY BASE.] [OBJECTIVE: PREVENT HOSTILE SURVIVORS FROM BREACHING THE PERIMETER.] [TIME LIMIT: 30 MINUTES.] [REWARD: 100 SURVIVAL POINTS.] My eyes widened. “So that’s how this works? Cool.” The system didn’t want me sitting behind the walls doing nothing. Clearly, it wanted me to fight for survival. Wiping the sweat on my brows, I glanced at the countdown.

My last delivery of the day turns out to be a box of condoms ordered by my ex-husband, Julian Hayes. It's been five years since I last saw him. He's wearing the fuzzy slippers he used to hate, and there's a pink hair tie around his wrist. His knuckles turn white as he grips the doorknob, his voice hoarse with disbelief. "Samantha? You're alive?" I lower my gaze and instinctively adjust my face mask, keeping my voice calm. "Mr. Hayes, your delivery is here." Julian doesn't take the bag. Instead, he stares at me, unable to look away. "If you survived the accident, why didn't you come back to me?" He pauses, his voice trembling slightly as he asks, "Have you been doing okay all these years

That was why he lay with Christine in his arms with open eyes, staring at the ceiling. “There’s nothing much to talk about, Sweetheart. I’m just glad to be here with you.” When he saw the firearms pointing at them, his first thought was this was it – this was how it ends. You got your hopes up for a happy ever after and this is what you get. To die on the street like a dog. Only he didn’t die. He reacted because he couldn’t bear to leave without holding his son in his arms, having the woman he loved next to him. He was no hero it was pure survival instinct.

he answered with disgust and slammed the phone down on its base. “The big lightning strike during dinner could have knocked the phone line out, sir,” Victor said in a shaky voice. “I guess I need to drive into Dallas,” Brock said. “I’ll get your coat, sir,” Victor said. “Wait a minute!” Nicole said frantically. “I’m not staying here! By the time you get help and bring back the cops, we could all be dead!” “Barry and Troy are trained Marines like me,” Brock said. “They’re not going to let anything happen to you.”

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." …

Like fate had circled a date on the calendar and was just waiting to see who would reach it first—Beverly running toward freedom, Irene running toward commitment papers, or Diro running toward justice. "Please," Diro whispered. "Just three more days. Then we're both free." Beverly didn't answer. Couldn't answer. Because she'd finally learned the most important lesson of survival: when everyone's plans converge on the same moment, someone's going to die. She just had to make sure it wasn't her. After Diro left, Beverly pulled out her notebook one last time. She crossed out DAY 8: LEAVE And wrote instead: DAY 3: SURVIVE

Soon after Tsao's group reunited, the wolves retreated ending the battle as quickly as it started. Among the survivors there were few standing, making Tsao realize how close they were to end up among the casualties. When he met bob he was about to fight a wolf barehanded and Anne would have been a sacrifice just to earn a couple seconds more to a lowly scum who wouldn't even fight for himself. Some people were mourning the dead while others walked around trying to help any survivors. Tsao noticed that there were those who would die after a single bite and those who survived even the most gruesome wounds, but still perished due to blood loss or lack of treatment.