Survival Fiction Books Novels & Stories

( Book is completed and is available on Good novel, W******l, and Inknitt. 4. Caged ( Survival ): A book about a young Teenage and God-fearing female Student who got kidnapped along with her schoolmates. She had to fight for her survival along with the others... Whether she was able to, will be determined with time. ( Book is Ongoing and Available on Good novel and M********r. )

HELENA Sunrays seeped through the cracks in the wooden walls. It didn’t feel like morning. It felt like survival continued. I woke slowly, my body stiff in ways that made every breath feel like a reminder of what had happened. For a moment, I didn’t move. I didn’t think. Just lay there, staring at the dim ceiling, trying to remember where I was.

Well, I can spend almost a whole day in a huge bookstore. Angelo picked a post-apocalyptic book about survival and zombies. I’ve seen him watching a zombie television series last time. Maybe he’s into those kinds of books until now. On the other hand, I picked a cozy high fantasy with a low-stakes book. I’ve read a lot of things about this book on the internet. But ever since we moved to the town, it is not feasible to reach a bookstore. This is the perfect time to read the book along with a drink that we’re going to order.

Since then they always come here and play or read my book collection. Luke was currently reading Survival of the Fittest by Jonathan Kellerman. I recommend the book to him saying that he'll like the genre, although I might say that it was a psychological conditioning to help him view the world a little differently, and what I mean is the way I wanted him to see it.

Winter in the mountains is a thing of brutal beauty. The snow falls with an almost ceremonial precision, layering itself across the landscape in progressively deeper drifts. The mornings are bitter cold—cold that seeps into your bones and makes you question whether you'll ever feel warm again. But there's also a strange clarity to it, as if the cold strips away everything unnecessary and leaves you facing only what matters. Solace's training did that for us—stripped away the unnecessary and forced us to face what we actually were. Survivors, mostly. People who hadn't asked for the ability to fight, but found ourselves in a situation where that ability might be the only thing standing between

I needed it to wash the mud off my wounds, but they refused to let me get close. My colleagues were guarding the place, and they were all glaring at me. "Ms. Hedge found this! You don't deserve it, bitch!" Fortunately, this island was abundant with resources. Wilderness survival was all the craze a few years ago, and many content creators came here to get useful footage. They also left useful stuff behind. I'd skimmed through everything during my search for water. I went to the dump and scrounged some plastic bottles and a cast-iron skillet.

Finn honestly replied: "Although we are scattered, we have always lived in small groups to support each other, and between groups are still in contact from time to time when necessary." Finn answered all the questions Uri asked. So Uri didn't ask any more questions but turned to look at Clement. In the dark, he half-closed his eyes but listened intently to Finn's story. "Dad, can you help me find some old books in the city library next time you come here?" "Of course it is." Clement looked in the direction of Uri's voice. "What book do you want?" "Old books about vampires and Genesis; the older, the better," Uri replied.

And they couldn’t know why some people got sick while the others didn’t. But they said, there was something about it that changed the rational part of your mind and highlighted your instinct. It turned them all into mindless animals who try to satisfy their primal urges only. Supernatural zombies were the biggest threat, though. If you met an undead wolf, just run, don’t try to fight it. If you met a dragon, you might just kill yourself and be done with it. You won’t survive this encounter. One of the wolves charged at me and I sidestepped it, a second tried to bite my thigh and it almost succeeded.

I didn’t like that. After I slipped Tony some good ol’ sleeping medication, I snuck out of the room and asked Joey to go on a walk with me. To which I proceeded to put a bullet in the back of his head as he had stupidly enough walked in front of me. I chopped him up into 15 pieces, each piece smaller than the last. Easy enough for me to pull out the bones within the chopped pieces, I put each and every one of them though the industrial meat grinder the Lombarttis prided themselves on. I made Hamburgers, Sausage, hot dogs, meatballs, hell I even ground some up with flour and made beef nuggets. I had just killed Sissy, Tony’s twin sister, I used her Make-up as my path way. I had been slowly po

I muttered under my breath, "Savina, we must make little sacrifices to make big gains. I, Savina Cox, would survive this. I lied down on my stomach. The flimsy rags on my body were already wet with blood. I had no idea how much of it belonged to my body. I was surrounded by corpses. The man next to me had something oozing out of his broken skull with blood. The picture was rather highly graphical. It was hard to believe that it was a fictional world. At that time, I found myself asking many questions that were unnecessary at the moment.