Novel & Cerita Survival Game

Bleeding heavily without control "She is loosing Consciousness"The nurse said with fear over her "I am scared she will die"The doctor replied trying his possible best to stop the blood "She is just a Innocent lady"The nurse said again Slowly Slowly laura eyes fell to meet each other and her breath went down.... General pov "How is she??"Montana asked the doctor "Only God saved her life,Her chance to live was so tiny that we were scared if she could pass through..Laura being alive today is through no one but God"The doctor replied still bothered about something

When we got to the perfect spot, I dragged Ava out of the car and spat on her body, then I quickly jumped back into the car and told Logan to drive as fast as possible. AVA’s POINT OF VIEW I'm I dead or alive? I was unable to open my eyes, and my whole body felt like I had been hit with a rock. Slowly, my eyes flickered open, grogginess giving way to agony. I tried to move, but my body wouldn't respond. Panic set in as I realized I was unable to move a finger, unable to stand, or even lift my head. The sky grew dark, and rain began to fall, and I realized how unlucky I had always been.

Mom could never show her face there again. I blocked her number but continued having someone deliver a book of scratch cards to her mailbox every month. I was not worried about her winning big. Scratch cards followed patterns. The ones I sent were carefully selected from batches where the grand prizes had already been claimed. Ironically, Mom really did get sick, just like she had claimed when she tricked me into coming home. She had a stroke. She survived but could no longer take care of herself. She would spend the rest of her life in bed.

Life was quiet but warm. But we couldn't escape the professional killers. The bloody revenge found us anyway. One day, I came home carrying medicine I'd bought on the black market. I pushed open the door only to be met with a wall of thick, rolling smoke. "Damn it! How could this happen!" My heart hammered in my chest. The safe house was engulfed in flames. The fire department arrived, but they couldn't even find my parents' remains. The fire chief told me, "It was a timed bomb that detonated a gas line."

----------------- 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.

Soon after Tsao's group reunited, the wolves retreated ending the battle as quickly as it started. Among the survivors there were few standing, making Tsao realize how close they were to end up among the casualties. When he met bob he was about to fight a wolf barehanded and Anne would have been a sacrifice just to earn a couple seconds more to a lowly scum who wouldn't even fight for himself. Some people were mourning the dead while others walked around trying to help any survivors. Tsao noticed that there were those who would die after a single bite and those who survived even the most gruesome wounds, but still perished due to blood loss or lack of treatment.

I never imagined she had been keeping a lover for five years. To make sure the one-million-dollar bet was worth it, the survival game NPC covered my head with a hood. They grabbed the rope around my neck and lifted me completely off the ground. All my data was displayed to the cameras from all directions. I hung there half-dead with my feet dangling in the air like a broken doll. Below me was a horrifying pool of red. The host projected the data panel onto the giant screen and let out a surprised gasp. "Two hearts. That's incredibly rare. Two hearts beating as one. That's a perfect symbol of eternal love."

Not yet. Liora sobs quietly beside me, rocking forward. “He was trying to do something good. Isn’t that supposed to matter?” I want to tell her yes. I want to believe that in a place like this, goodness still counts for something. But the silence that follows tells me the truth. It doesn’t. The Game doesn’t care about good. It only cares about survival. Kael bursts into the room moments later, boots skidding on marble. His eyes sweep the scene: Liora’s bloodied hands, the empty mirror, and the two of us kneeling on the floor.

He folded his arms under his chest waiting for her to speak. Vivian pursed her lips before finally saying, "Well, after this we were supposed to go watch a shoot-n-kill game, then..." Sebastian interrupted her with a frown, "Shoot-n-kill?" He questioned tilting his head curiously. Vivian was slightly surprised he didn't seem to know what that was, shouldn't he be really into stuff like these? "It's an outdoor game of people hunting live animals competitively, whoever has the most kill wins, the audience are seated in an area encased in glass as they watch the competition while screens are kept to watch every contestant in the forest... I found it online."

Gun in hand. "Here's the game. I'm going to shoot one survivor every minute until you reach me. But the factory is rigged with traps. Pressure plates. Tripwires. Automated defenses. You'll have to fight your way up. Use your training. Your programming. Become the weapon to save them." "This is insane." "This is proof. If you fight through like a weapon, you prove me right. If you refuse and they die, you prove you were never really human. Either way, I win."