Survival 9 Novels & Stories

----------------- Fear is always there; it's a survival instinct. You just need to know how to manage it. - Dolores. ------------------ Marcel followed Sadie as a shadow, all along the way, Marcel never paid attention to others. As Marcel finally entered the mansion, he could feel the evil spirit of a woman living here, but he kept quiet waiting for the spirit to show itself. Marcel himself was a very competitive person and was actually enough to handle such a ghost. But, why did only Marcel and Sadie survive in the end? Just because Marcel felt Sadie's friends were useless, getting scared and fainting left and right.

" Um... " " For some reason... I think this is where the game of survival truly begins. " " Yes! We've gotta battle for our survival! " " Yes! " .... A/N : From here on... The game of survival begins! Are you excited guys?

“She was already marked! This was the only way she might survive!” “You don’t get to define survival,” Savannah said coldly. “Not when it means killing what makes her human.” Behind them, Mira-Eve’s monitor flickered—pulse returning. The beep restarted, slow but climbing. “She’s alive,” Rhett said. “But for how long?” Savannah whispered. The guards began closing in. The clinician ordered Mira-Eve to be taken to the secondary chamber. Savannah rose like a lioness about to strike. “You touch her again, and I swear to God, I’ll burn this place to ash.”

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.

"Oh God, I killed someone. I'm a murderer." Caelum went to his knees next to me, wincing at the pain it must have sent through his wounds. He held me hard against him, even with the knife sticking in his shoulder. "You survived. That's what matters. You did what you had to do to stay alive.”

I fought, my limbs flailing but the water was stronger My vision blurred. The last thing I felt was the ache in my chest as everything went darker. “She’s not dead.” Dr Vorten stood at the cliff’s edge, staring down at the raging sea below. The wind tugged at his coat, but he didn’t move. One of the soldiers shifted uneasily. “Sir the fall” “Is survivable,” Vorten interrupted calmly. “Statistically unlikely, but not impossible. He turned, eyes sharp and calculating. “Until I see a body, Amara Vale remains alive”

They were brutually raped and beaten to death. Whoever was doing it was not using a weapon, only his hands. A noise in the distance behind me had my ears perking and the hairs on the back of my neck standing up. 'Call for help', my inner voice spoke clearly. I pulled my phone close to my chest and dialed 911. I didn't have to look behind me to know that someone was there.

"If I remember right, you've still got one scratch card left, don't you? Don't come crying poor to me. I'm not falling for that! If you're so capable, do what you did when you got into college and won all those scholarships. Use your luck!" The call cut off abruptly. When I tried again, her phone was off. The single remaining scratch card in my hand suddenly felt impossibly heavy. I did not dare scratch it. I was terrified it would be another loss. When the semester started, my weight had been normal. Now I was severely malnourished. At five foot five, I weighed only 73 pounds. Blue veins showed through my skin. There was not a trace of color in my face. When I got back to the dorm, no one w

"We focus on strengthening what we have. Building defenses. When the next cycle comes, we survive it like we survived the first one." "Will we?" Sarah pulled up projections. "First freeze killed 99.9975% of humanity. We survived because some people were prepared, had shelters, had resources. Next cycle, there's no preparation time. No warning. Just sudden shift. Navarro's models suggest survival rate could be under 50,000 people. Maybe fewer. That's genetic extinction threshold." The number hung in the air. 50,000. From 247,000 to 50,000. Another 80% loss.