Survival 9 Novels & Stories

"I'm not." Jaron glared. Daniel's grin widened. Somehow, despite everything happening, the Beta still found time to be annoying. Typical. The voice interrupted again. "Connection required." Everyone froze. Jaron's attention snapped back to the core. "For what?" "Survival probability increase." "How much?" A pause. Then: "Seventy-two percent." The number hit hard. Very hard. Daniel spoke first. "Seventy-two?" "Correct." The riders exchanged uneasy looks.

I look away, unable to watch the ones that are unable to survive without whatever was in those tubes. “At the door, Zion,” Adriana warns. I swing the door open just as the guard turns the corner, rifle ready, but I’m faster and take the shot, hitting him between the eyes. Milena lowers the tubes, and we get the survivors; there are only 5 who are alive. We move as fast as we can, even though this will slow us down. “Leave them, and move,” Uncle’s voice comes. I know he’s right, but… I lift three up, tossing them on my shoulders as the ones who can walk a little better stagger along blindly.

Only when he noticed my silence did he raise his head. “Rose, don’t be upset. I’ve applied for a place in the second batch for you. You won’t die.” I listened to the radio report of the rising temperature and sneered secretly. Everyone knew that in this extreme heat, the later someone left, the slimmer their chances of survival. The apocalypse was closing in. Desperation made me ask one last favor, “Sebastian, can you at least take my mother along, seeing how she has supported you financially for six years?

Wayne pleaded. Wayne tried to stop me from closing the door. However, without hesitation, I slammed it hard on his hand. He cried out and pulled back. With that, the police car sped off. Anna was the most severely injured, suffering over ten broken bones and multiple punctured internal organs.

When your life is on the line, it's hilarious, isn’t it? “You fail as an Assassin, Mikael,” I said, then the man removed his mask revealing my little brother Mikael, He’s Mikaela’s twin, the fourth. “Big sister, you know that’s not my forte though,” he said as he laughed, I took my tea then I took a sip. “So, why did you come here?” I asked him, he looked at me, then his smiley face turned serious. “They’re moving, they will surely target all of us,” he told me, I chuckled at his news.

Survivors in the Dark Damien’s sharp voice cut through the roaring wind: “Check for injuries—move!” I coughed sharply, forcing back the burning cold in my lungs as Vanessa hauled me up, steady despite the chaos around us. “We’re not dead yet,” she growled. Kyle struggled with the damaged console, desperately bypassing the main power grid, fighting for emergency control. “Engines fried—manual override's gone!” he shouted, panic creeping into his voice. A New Enemy Emerges Suddenly—

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.”

Jamie in his usual disturbing manner started wailing noisily. “No, no, sweetie, daddy is here now. You don’t have to cry anymore. Daddy is here for you. I will give you the entire world and write your name in the moon. I am Sole Survival now.” Between Eva and Stella I didn’t know who wailed harder but Stella was astonished to see that Sole Survivor was Brian and he was alive and not dead as expected. A few footsteps clicked into the ward; it was the doctor, a middle aged man who was full of smiles.

Survival has i⁠ts own muscle memory. I press my back against what’‍s left of a half-collap‌sed w⁠a‌ll⁠ and f‌orce mys‍elf to br⁠e‍athe. Each‌ inha‍le h‍urt‍s — a remin‌der that I’⁠m st⁠ill‌ alive, though barely. T‍he sound of boo‌ts s‌cra⁠pi‍ng gravel snap‌s throug‍h the silence. Slow. Deliberate. Coming closer.

I sat on a slab of cracked marble that used to be a balcony. Below me, the Frost-Peak was a graveyard of silver-coated ruins. My Reawakened guards moved through the wreckage like ghosts, pulling survivors from the ice. They didn't do it to be kind. They did it because I needed more bodies for the tether.