Survival 101 Novels & Stories

And I was left with my sister, guiding her through the chaos, forcing her to trust me even as my own fear clawed at my chest. A shadow surged toward us from the smoke. I ducked instinctively, grabbing a metal beam for support. The attacker’s arm swung past my head, narrowly missing me, and I felt the heat of the flames intensify as the structure around us groaned under the strain. I realized then that survival wasn’t just about avoiding attacks it was about reading the environment, predicting movements, and exploiting openings. Every second was a decision: a wrong one, and someone could die. The mysterious figure stepped closer, their eyes locked onto mine. “You always thought you were cleve

“There was a football match of my brother and friends. They won! But then while walking around the city, they saw the bikes. They decided to take part in the competition...My brother got into an accident…” “Oh, I’m sorry! How is he now?” “Now he is fine! Doctors performed a surgery for him, but he was in coma for a long time,” I said. “ I don’t know why, but I want to be honest with you. When you saw me there near the cliff...I wanted to commit a suicide. But you came like an angel and saved me from this terrible action! And then, my brother felt it! He saw that, I was about to die and that’s why he woke up! You saved 2 lives in a second!”

~Yeah, it’s a bit depressing but I’ve only been focused on surviving. “Wait, then what about the bath?” ~Hygiene.~ “Salts?” ~Drying food.~ “Umm… the beds!” ~To prevent body sores.~ “The elevator??” ~Shortens time.~ “So everything you’ve made was for the purpose of survival?” David nods. ~I prioritized survival and everything else was secondary.~ “Oh, goddess… you’ve had a miserable time!” David scrunches his face. ~I already told you this.~

They are going to have their work cut out for them if they are struggling just to find where they are supposed to be going. We decide to head to lunch while we wait for each person to check in. I wonder how many will do as I have taught them right away and how many will try to put it off until they actually need something. The trick to survival is to have your supplies ready before you need them when it is possible. Otherwise, you might end up dead from starvation or sickness.

After all 9 trucks and my APC parks inside the Village Center, everyone already out and started to engage. "First Unit Secures the Center!..Second go Left!, Third Go Right!..Forth go South!..Fifth With me!!..Search and Rescue!!…leave no stone unturned!!…GO!!..". "YES SIR!!.". I know the exact locations of every Survivor thanks to the [Mini Map] skills, the survivor were all spread out, but the north side has the most survivor. It's no use to tell them an exact locations to the survivors, my men needs to look for themselves it's part of their training. I wanted to see if their training paid off.

Lennon didn’t like the idea of hiding, because it will one day fail, if not on the first day, it’s better to be prepared than sorry, they can still hide but they have to train, not just Noah but them too. If they want to stay alive in this world next year, they have to at least know some martial arts, know how to use weapons and vehicles, that’s the bare minimum, he wasn’t even considering the resources they will need, the place they are going to stay at, the informations they will need, there are a lot of things to consider for this apocalypse, so they will have to stay up all night to discuss it. ‘Damn you Nova.’

"I'll do this once and only once… I'll throw you a bone, isn't that what it's called? Do you a solid? A favor? And give you one goal this evening, one thing to set your small misinformed mind toward." I waited in anticipation. "Survive," he said softly. "Just survive. And when the flames threaten to take you higher and higher, give in. When the heat scorches you from the inside out, when tears no longer come, when the need is all you can contemplate… you survive." He stood and shrugged, as if he hadn't just scared the crap out of me. "Oh, and also? It would probably be good to call for your mate…" He offered a haphazard shrug. "When it's time."

Then he raised his voice, letting it carry over the crowd, through the minds and ears of every broken wolf still standing: “Anyone who is able to move—check on your neighbor. If you were hit with wolfsbane, move toward this side, here by the oak line. If you can walk, you can help. Go now.” Movement rippled through the battered survivors. Slow, unsteady, but determined. Simon turned back to Doc. “Do what you can. Loria will be here soon.” “I’ll keep them alive,” she promised. He nodded once and stepped back, eyes scanning the horizon. Our Luna was coming. And with her—hope. Or vengeance. Maybe both.

I think about how often survival is a grammar problem. Back inside, I pass the rope shelves and the little framed consent guidelines that no one notices anymore because they’ve become muscle memory. I stop and read them anyway. It’s basic: Ask. Answer. Adjust. In a war, we are still a club. The rules are not quaint; they’re scaffolding.

If it hadn't been that Robins was a step away, the fight between Estrada and I would have ended badly. The SIG MOSQUITO found its way to the back of Estrada's head, and Robins commanded him not to move as I started tying up his hands. “ Put the call to the command center for Exfil,” “ Yes, commander.” “ And let them know to bring the recovery team.” With that we both looked over at Hughes. Present time I sat at the chair facing the computer screens and watched the families, the kids playing, the men laughing and the women on the side gossiping. I truly made something here, my name, will forever live amongst these families long after they have all lived and died.