Survival Game Novels & Stories

“Do you know what the game is?” I frowned and shook my head. “Let’s call it . . . Terror of Survival. In that game, we needed to kill each other to survive and get the reward. So, they ruthlessly murdered each other in front of my eyes while I couldn’t do anything because I was doubting the bastards about the reward they were saying. Who knows if that reward was a deathless death? He shook his head.

I murmur quietly. “What should?” “This cursed game.” Silence settles between us again. All I hear is Kael letting out a long breath. “We never know what kind of game they’re going to throw at us, Maddie,” Kael says, breaking the silence between us. “One thing’s certain. Surviving is the only answer.” “When the end finally comes...” This time I turn to look at him. “You and I might end up killing each other, right?” Kael looks away. “Yeah.”

ultimate search: live or die" he stated and I gasped. A horror movie? I questioned and he laughed. "Kind of.. More of teenagers losing their way in the jungle and had to undergo different stages of life just to survive." He added and I was a bit relaxed. "Don't worry; you're going to love every bit of it." He said and winked at me. "Uhmm..Daisy!" He called my attention and I turned to face him.

“The lead sweep team bypassed the outer sensor grid. They didn't miss Grid 3; they intentionally left the path open. Victoria’s technician ran a diagnostic on the local server. They detected the micro-burst transmission you used to ping Zero’s network. They’ve baited the drop point.” I stood perfectly still under the blinding, white glare of the tactical floodlight. My hands were raised, fingers splayed wide and level with my shoulders, mimicking the exact posture of a terrified, cornered runner. To the three men fanning out in front of me, I was just Aria —the weak, fragile girl who had managed to slip away with Arthur Vance's most precious ledger. A civilian playing at survival. "I didn't

The abnormal weather had killed many survivors. In my past life, I'd only arrived at a safe zone five months after the zombie outbreak. There'd been elite soldiers and over a hundred thousand survivors there. Over a hundred of these safe zones were scattered across the country, significantly contributing to mankind's survival. "Why aren't we leaving now since the safe zones have already been set up?" Mom asked me. I looked at the snow outside. "It's highly likely we'll freeze to death in this weather if our car breaks down." …

Most of the ones who die are from third-grade worlds. As he said that, the small-eyed man got emotional. He frowned tightly, "I know you think you're very skilled, but everyone who participates in the slaughter game thinks they’ll survive as well. "Entering the slaughter game doesn't just require luck and skill, but smarts as well. If you are to survive, you at least need to excel in one of the three, but I don't think you do."

When I glanced his way, he was looking at our hands, jaw tight, expression gone more shadowed than usual. I pulled my hand back a beat faster than I might have otherwise, suddenly aware of how it must look—me laughing with the new arrival like this was a normal bus, not purgatory with better production values. “So,” Jax said, stretching his legs out a little farther, unconcerned. “Anyone want to tell me why I woke up on a discount death tour?” “The Survival Game,” Grant grunted without turning. “You’re on it.” Jax’s brows climbed. “Survival Game,” he repeated. “Catchy. Branding checks out.”

'– I wondered, each thought more puzzling than the last, but just when I was about to spiral into chaos the spark of light from earlier rekindled. ‎ ‎A childish, yet horrific voice boomed across the room, “Welcome to "THE Survival Games" —or as our audience prefers to call it, “THE Demon Games”. Do try to stay alive long enough to be entertaining.” ‎My feet trembled. "Congratulations! You’re all dead." ‎I glanced around the room, thinking everyone'd be scared, but instead I was confronted by bored frowns. ‎Were they not atleast shocked they were dead, and in some kind of a game.

I grunted. "Well, this one is important. Since you're new you might not know this, but everyone here is playing a death game. An assasination and survival game to be exact." "A 'what' game!?" I almost raised my voice, "What do you mean?" now saying it softer.

Jambo responded bluntly, "If we can't get any nosh then we're just going to starve." "Unless we want to resort to cannibalism," Mia stated, her hand holding her head as she thought out loud, "Maybe that's the whole point of this 'game'." "If the goal really is to drive us to cannibalism, then that was not choreographed to us very effectively by the one on the loudspeaker. No one here seems to be the type to fall off the deep end or even begin to think about consuming any of us," Liam added in, glancing back to Risa and the others, "Or at least, not all of us here."