Survival In A Forest Novels & Stories

His voice echoed through my head as I cried. I didn't care about the logs; the scratches they made on my arm or the sharp stones piercing my bare feet. I passed places I didn't remember, trying to guide myself by the smell--away from humans, just into the forest, somewhere I could rest. Where I could think, and where I could decide if I should go back. Maybe I shouldn't. Maybe I could survive for a few days on my own, eating small animals or fruit. They didn't teach women to fight. They didn't teach them to survive on their own in my clan. I only knew what I knew from watching Gregor...

Receiving of strangers was highly prohibited for fear that we may not be able to distinguish between the predator. When the war had eventually broken out, so many homes were lost and lives destroyed. And gradually the war lead to the extinct of many families, then we had fewer men who could defend and attack for the rest of us against the predator, we lived in the forest camping and moving day by day. No home was assured of safety, we all living and survival was for the fittest. If you must live you have to toil, sow and eat and if you must survive in the land, don’t get captured and eaten.

Just watchful. The mountain air was damp and sharp, smelling of pine sap and ash. Somewhere nearby, water trickled over stone. A breeze shifted the tarp, rattling the branches overhead. I pulled my knees to my chest and stared at the thin seam of morning light pushing through the trees. My heart thudded with the aftershock of adrenaline, long spent but not forgotten. “We left her,” I whispered, my voice dry. Zerina stirred. “We survived,” she replied. Not cold, but steady. “That was all we could do.”

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." …

They gathered their supplies and set out into the wilderness, determined to uncover the truth behind the rumors and put an end to whatever threat was looming on the horizon. Their journey was long and treacherous, taking them through rugged terrain and harsh weather conditions. They encountered many challenges along the way, from hostile predators to treacherous ravines and swift rivers. But they persevered, using their skills and instincts to navigate through the dangers and overcome the obstacles that stood in their way. Finally, after many days of traveling, they came upon a dark and foreboding forest. The trees were gnarled and twisted, their branches stretching out like gnarled fingers,

“But how did you survive with the others?” “Well, I think the goddess keeps us alive, awaiting your coming. We run for our lives, and those of us who are lucky to survive go to a new area in the woods where rogues are not infested and build our homes there. This is how we live our lives, farming for fruits and other plants, which those selected take to town and sell. The money is then used to buy supplies. This is just how we survive here in the woods where we are banished to.”

On the edge of the mountains surrounded by very dense forest, I discouraged my intention to cross it. "Shit! But I have to survive here!" Al you can do it!" I encouraged myself because I was already scared. “Imagination, imagination, imagination!! Magic detection! Night vision! Barrier! Body strengthening!” I tried every magic I know, luckily it all worked and still left very little magical energy. Grrakkk krrretakkk... The trees in the forest were shaking, I panicked and immediately looked for a place to hide myself. The contours of the mountains with rocks like steep rocks allow me to hide myself.

“Having to use each other for warmth? How awful.” A derisive snort escaped my lips and I punched him in the arm. “Careful,” I warned him. “I have more survival skills than you. I might even eat you if we run out of food.” “It would be my pleasure.” Even though my better judgment went against it, I followed Chris into the woods. It was easy going, seeing as how the ground was mostly covered in pine turf and devoid of most underbrush save for the occasional cluster of ferns and mossy rocks, and soon, we had picked up a good pace.

In this stillness, I find clarity and a sense of peace. But the forest is not just a place of tranquility. It is also a harsh and unforgiving environment, testing my resilience and strength. I navigate through treacherous terrains, climbing steep hills and crossing rocky streams. I endure the biting cold of winter and the scorching heat of summer. The forest teaches me to persevere, to keep going even when the path seems impossible. It is a lesson in resilience, reminding me that I am capable of overcoming any obstacle that comes my way.

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.