Survival 9 Novels & Stories

Torres held me back. "You cannot help him. My team is moving in—" Her radio crackled. "We have survivors emerging from the wreckage. Two—no three—repeat three survivors—" "Who—" "Damien Cross. Cassidy Chen. And—" Pause. "And Sarah Mills. All wounded. All alive. Need immediate medical—" Relief flooded through me. "They made it. They all—" "Contact! Armed hostiles breaking through perimeter!" Gunfire erupted. Torres's agents returning fire. Chaos.

Jack said needed to plan on somethinf. "Okay Jack". And then the program were already been set. "But DL command if there is a possibility that all people would turn out like a Living-dead. Can you tell me how many people do you think have survive?", without hesitation Jack suddenly slip into his tounge that question. DL command directly said, "For now Jack, there are only 2 survivors"....

"With us four? Not so much. With the rest of them… keep your head down and try to say please and thank you." "Noted." "Fast learner." "Survivor," I fired back. He sighed, his smile slowly fading as did the light behind his blue eyes. "It's fifty-fifty." "What?" I was just popping a piece of cheese into my mouth. Why did the food taste so bland? I was hungry — ravenous — so I didn't care, but it was like eating sandpaper. "The survival rate, of course." Alex examined his fingernails then clicked his tongue. "Most humans are able to survive it, the strong ones."

“So what are we going to do?” Lennon asked himself, trying to think of a way to survive this messed up world, the difficulty of their mission went from 0 to 100 real fast with no warning. “We will learn how to survive.” Maya said, moving Noah away from her, after she noticed that he was uncomfortable sleeping in her lap. She already made a plan in her head on what to do and that consisted of hiding and learning how to defend themselves, with Noah being the top priority.

He died on the spot, due to blunt trauma. Glancing at Virginia, Susan saw the flicker of fear in her eyes, mirrored by her own. The gravity of their situation was not lost on her. With each passing second, the water rose higher, threatening to engulf them completely. In that moment, Susan made a choice, a selfless act driven by loyalty and love. ‌

Sandra says, “Can you move in with me?“ Richard asked, “Maybe after my final exams,” Sandra says, and Richard starts the car engine and drove to the hostel where he dropped Sandra, and she came out of the car, she walked to the entrance of the hostel where she met Bounty, “welcome, what did you bring for me?“ Bounty asked, “only roasted meat” Sandra retorted, “you didn't bring soft drinks?“ Bounty asked,

Step by heavy step, she walked through the rain, aimless but determined. Each movement felt burdensome, yet one thought anchored her heart: She would endure. She would survive. She would stay strong.

Her fingers felt frozen solid, like ice was growing under her skin. Twenty minutes passed. Her body started to shut down. She couldn’t speak anymore—her jaw just wouldn’t move. Her temperature kept dropping. Curling up on the floor, Zoey squeezed her eyes shut. There was only one key to the walk-in freezer, and Claire had it. Which meant Zoey’s chances of getting out alive were close to zero. She truly hadn't expected Claire's obsession to reach such a disturbing level. All over a pair of earrings—just earrings—and Claire had tried to kill her.

The Bastion's heart still thrums in my chest, its golden pulse now syncopated, erratic, as if panicked. Ravel kicks a rock at the structure's base. It disintegrates mid-air. "Phase three," she mutters. "Because phases one and two weren't bad enough." The survivors huddle behind us, their faces gaunt. **Mira** clutches a makeshift med-kit, her hands stained with phosphorescent blood from the wounded. **Jax**, a former engineer turned paranoid survivalist, paces with a drone's severed limb as a weapon. "We need to leave. Now. Before it... does whatever it's gonna do."

He immediately swam over and used his dagger to cut me free before pulling me toward the surface. His face was pale, and the wound on his arm was soaked white from the water. The bandage around his right leg was stained with fresh blood. Yet he had a firm grip on me as if afraid I might get hurt again. "I'm sorry I couldn't find your ring." There was no way the ring would be my main priority at a time like this. Though it was important, it couldn't compare to a person's life. "Come on. Let us take you to the keeper's."