Survival Island Novels & Stories

While she was washing the vegetables, she said softly, "I missed the life we had on that deserted island. We got up at sunrise and rested at sunset. Every day was filled with surprises. We threw our troubles aside when we were there. It was like a paradise." "When Dante is old enough, I will pass the company to him. Then, we can live on the island. I have already bought the island, so it's mine now. I sent some scientists to study the island. Research shows that under normal circumstances, the island would not sink in the next hundred years. Later, I will have someone set up a protective belt." "What do you mean by 'protective belt'?" "The belt will divide the island into two parts. The wild

"Godfather Marcelo didn't lie to us. They are somewhere near the place. We just haven't figured it out," "Time is running out of our hands, Aurelio. We have no idea how they are doing. What if... What if they are not even in America?" Snow asked. Aurelio didn't reply as Godfather Marcelo's words echoed in his head again. "Store, water, radio station, trees." "An island," Aurelio suddenly said. The members looked at him with a raised brow. "They are being hidden on an island. It is surrounded by a store, water, a radio station and there are trees. We have to look for an island that has all these things," Aurelio said and began typing on the keyboard.

“It’ll last at least a week. Granola, dried fruits, jerky, trail bread, pasta, instant broth, coffee... and marshmallows.” “Of course marshmallows,” I said with a grateful smile as I took the bag. “You’re a lifesaver.” Andy looked up with a half-smile. “You sure you don’t want me to come along for protection and charm?” Simon chuckled. “This one’s family-only, but we’ll let you know if we run into angry cave trolls.” Amy rolled her eyes. “Please, if you run into a cave troll, I expect souvenirs.” We all laughed, the mood lifting slightly, though I could still feel that thread of tension sitting in my chest like a stone.

"I've had a live tracker on Anna for a while now. Tell me. What do you think will happen if we leak her location?" Wayne, who had worn a mask of sternness all this time, finally smirked. "Trust you to think of that." Gabriel had Anna's location within moments. "The abandoned factory to the south, about 60 miles out." His expression didn't waver as he uploaded her coordinates for the world to see. "Gabriel! Are you trying to hand your wife over to be tortured alive?" I screamed. He let out a scoff. "You just reminded me. In her five years on the force, Anna has locked up and made twice as many enemies. So, what happens if I leak her location on foreign sites? How many will come flooding back

Their eyes were empty, unfocused, and they were both wearing a strange, hollow smile. The rescue team leader stepped forward. "Mr. Sands? Mrs. Sands?" Dad suddenly clutched the tin of spam against his chest and shrank backward, his eyes wide. "Shh. Be quiet," he whispered, his voice shaking. "There are zombies out there. Going outside means death. "This is the last of our food. We have to ration it. We have to make it last." Mom nodded along beside him, completely serious. "One less mouth to feed. You'll get to live a few more days."

"What if we're the only survivors on the island?" At that moment, the thought made his mind and man gut stir even more. He and his mother are the only survivors on the island? He and she? Man and woman? This would be perfe... Caylan slapped himself in the face. "Get a grip, Caylan. You need to think about survival. You won't survive in the wild. None of you know how to survive." "Caylan?" Adelaide lifted her head, not removing the bandage. "Why are you slapping yourself, ohhh... My head. I'm so sweaty." She tore the bandage off and wiped her sweat along the neck and collarbones. "Why did we stop?"

"What on earth happened? When the police pulled you out, you were still alive. But your parents and everyone else… were dead. They only recovered their bodies." I pinched my palm. It hurt. I was still alive. But why was I still alive? "I'm fine. I don't know how I survived. Mom, Dad, Mable, Julian, Lindsey, and Jack are all dead. But I'm still alive." If someone like me continued to live, I would only be destined for pain and agony. There would be no happiness waiting for me. "What happened to the island?" I asked. "It's been sealed off. With so many people dead, it's now a crime scene."

Adrian looked at the terrace door, Dante looked at me, and Julian looked at the monitor beside my bed. They were afraid to leave. Finally, Adrian said in a strained voice, “We’ll only be gone for a minute.” Dante told the nurse outside to stay with me, while Julian paused at the door and looked back. “Isabella,” he said quietly, “wait for me.” I gave him no answer. Then they left. For the first time all day, the room fell quiet. The Survival Program sounded in my mind again. 【Isabella, please complete the exit as soon as possible.】

Those ungrateful ingrates would go mad, but how was that my problem? I had once survived on an abandoned island for two months. My phone was turned off. I'd power it up and call someone if I really needed help. Thanks to my frequent survival trips, I knew the local rescue squads well. All I had to do was send a signal, and they would send a ship right away. Then, help would come in two days' time. … I toiled away for the whole day, and night was soon upon me. I sat on the little bench I made, staring at the blazing setting sun as I munched on the seafood I had caught with my traps.

The island was not what we expected. We had thought we were alone. We had thought we were the only ones who had survived the apocalypse. We had thought we were the only ones who had fought the virus. We were wrong. The foreign survivors found us on the third day after we destroyed the weapon. They emerged from the forest—dozens of them, armed and wary, their eyes scanning us with suspicion. They were dressed in strange clothes, made from materials we didn't recognize. Their weapons were different—more advanced, more deadly. Their faces were hard, weathered by years of fighting.