Survival 101 Novels & Stories

ZADE. “Survival training.” “Survival?” Valerie asks me as she rubs her arms, glancing at the dark looming forest behind me. “Yeah, this will last three or four hours. The first thing I want to work on with you is your stamina, resistance, vigilance, and observance.” She nods, although I’m sure this won’t be as easy as she thinks it might be. “You can choose three things from this sack to help you. Aside from that, you will have to find things in the forest too. Choose wisely.”

We had an ally in our search for our mate. Dex told Coach Carter what we planned to do during our survival training once we got our maps. Coach looked confused. “What exactly are you surviving if you’re given a map?” He asked. “Dunno,” Dex says. “Survival training should be all about an Alpha guiding and leading their pack to safety if they are attacked,” Coach says. “Exactly!” Dex says again. We also remind him we are separated during survival training and that there is usually a water resource marked on the map.

The man stops and steps back, breathing hard, glaring at me. Mark walks towards me and stands close. "You avoided every hit. Not because you are faster than him. You are not. You avoided every hit because you watched him, because you read him, because you predicted what he would do before he did it." He steps back and lights a cigarette. "That is survival. Not strength, not speed or even skill. Survival is knowing what comes next and being ready for it." I sit back down in the chair, exhausted in a different way than yesterday. My body aches, but my mind feels stretched and tired, like a muscle that has been used for the first time.

“Tell me, what is the first thing James taught you about survival and defense?” I frowned, trying to think through the haze in my head. “That we need to understand our surroundings?” I answered. “And how did he say you should do that?” she asked. “By shutting down our strongest sense,” I said, my voice gaining a little strength. “Sight.” As soon as the word left my mouth, something clicked inside me. A small spark of hope.

"One less mouth to feed. You will last a few more days." Dad read the words on the wall out loud, his lips trembling as he shaped each one. Every single word landed like a slap across the face he was so proud of. He had taught me selfishness, taught me coldness, taught me that in a world like this, all that mattered was keeping yourself alive. He truly believed he had built the perfect survivalist, someone who would do whatever it took to stay breathing.

The pregnancy she had thought was lost was still inside her. The life she had watched disappear had been returned with her. “Can I change it?” Amanda's head lifted sharply. “l mean Everything?” {Not everything. Future events are influenced by decisions, circumstances, and available information. Your knowledge provides a significant survival advantage, but future outcomes may change.} Amanda swallowed. “Then tell me what I need to know.” {The catastrophe is approaching. Your immediate priorities are financial independence, secure shelter, survival resources, medical preparation, water, food, power, and reliable protection.}

POV: PHINA Surviving the end of the world was never going to be a matter of stockpiling enough grain or locking myself behind twelve-foot walls. Food rots, walls fall, and eventually, the cold breaks through every barrier. The real key to surviving the coming apocalypse lies in knowing exactly whom to trust, and setting boundaries that can never be crossed. Sitting at my desk in the command center, I opened a fresh file on my encrypted laptop and titled it “The Highland Protocols.”

] [Survival System initializing…] [Apocalypse Countdown: 57 Days. [Would you like to begin?] [YES] [NO] "What is this?" Christy asked. With shaky hands, she clicked Yes. [System successfully bound to Host.] [Known Threats: 17] [Survival Preparation: 8%] [People Saved: 0] [Warning Credibility: 12%]

If she wanted to survive for more than a few days, she needed a solid plan. She reached for her notebook. The pages were already filled with prices, shopping lists, and notes about her money. She turned to a clean page and wrote at the top: SURVIVAL CHECKLIST Below it, she drew several lines and divided the page into sections. Food. Water. Medicine. Hygiene. Clothing. Lighting and power. Communication. Tools. Shelter. She stared at the list, trying to remember everything she had learned during the apocalypse. The first days had been chaotic. People rushed into shops, buying whatever they could carry. Some spent their money on expensive items that became useless when the power went out. Other

I cried out loud and cough because the fire was getting wild " Baby ........ run........" A low voice said " MOM...MOM... PLEASE WAKE UP.. PLEASE DONT LEAVE ME " I cried hugging her bloody body "Survive....go....g..oooo" those were her last words to me before dying right in my hands. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MOM....PAPI ....WHY ...WHY ...WHY CANT I BE HAPPY ...? " I Cried out in pain.i coughed and looked around .the was smoke and fire everywhere.