Survival Island Novels & Stories

Rainee Bianco stood at the front of the room, acting like she had everything under control. "Stop running around. The hallway's blocked, so we can't get out. Everyone, move into the triangle zones in the corners and wait for rescue. We'll be fine." My terrified classmates started cramming into the corners. I stared at Rainee's self-righteous face, my head spinning. I was back. Back at the exact moment the earthquake hit in my last life. After Rainee got drunk and drowned, Tristan lured me to the edge of a cliff.

“This island got submerged underwater during a cyclone in 2030. So, when the world was being mapped for radar surveillance this spot was missed out.” “Are you thinking of building a civilization on an underwater island. It would be very difficult to keep it secret if we are going to conduct such large scale construction!” Sarah cut in. She wondered why Mr. Roy was wasting his time over a plan that would never work. “Wait….let me first complete. Then if you still have questions I would gladly answer them.” Mr. Roy said raising his hands. “These islands resurfaced around 2050. Untouched by human beings, vegetation and wildlife thrived here. It’s perfect for our secret civilization. The governm

"If the military lost, how are we supposed to survive? What chance do we actually have?" "Don't think about it like that," Reese says. "Of the few remaining people left in the world, you're one of them. You survived the first six months, which will be the worst. Things can only get better at this point, Sam. Our future isn't totally hopelessly right now. We have this island, and we'll survive for as long as we can, because we won't give up. Ever." "Thanks, Reese," I say, leaning back against the side of the boat. "I don't mean to feel sorry for myself or anything. I just wasn't thinking clearly right now."

Jeff who was also having the same thought as Luna asked. "The fucking thing is fucking with us." Wei growled, kicking on a stone. "Do they think it's a game or something?" "It's a game." Luna cracked up. First they crossed a bridge, entered a cave, got stuck in a trance, which Salvador figured out. Then they were seperated and flushed down like nothing. Someone died. And now they are walking–dead people who were supposedly killed by a fire night before. The fucking Island isn't just killing them off, it's also making a game out of it. She laughed bitterly.

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There is nothing here on this lonely island except the plants, the mosquitoes, and the animals. Rex broke a large banana leaf that was in the way of our path. "We don't know much about this island, Seth. If we can make a map of this place, then we can survive easily. And also, check if there are other people here." "You mean natives?" I question. "People are living here?" "It's possible we aren't the only ones on this island." Rex walks forward. "We must be sure we aren't in their territory and not a threat so that they won't ambush us on the beach."

She'd only seen birds, no land mammals, nothing to hunt. The bad news for her was that there was no way off the island save for the plane. Not even an old boat. She was stuck. Which meant her only choice for survival was evening the numbers. And Wyatt would know that. If she survived today, she'd have to begin setting traps, creating pitfalls for the men hunting her. Survival wouldn't be pretty and it sure as hell wouldn't be comfortable, but with any luck Alec was looking for her. She had to hold on to that.

Tyler silently led the survivors back to the Island. The ride was sad, only the waves of the sea slapping hard against the boats. By nightfall, they were at the entrance of the Island. Carefully, the men led others through, driving them on bikes back to the Mansion. As the survivors approached the mansion, they were met with a grand entranceway. The double doors were made of solid oak and stood tall, guarding the entrance to the luxurious home. Tyler led the way, using his keycard to disarm the security system and allow them inside.

And the amount of money he had dangled before them as a prize made this whole venture far more than the crack-pot game of a bored playboy. ‘Everything you'll need is in the knapsacks behind the screen,’ he went on. ‘This island's covered in jungle. There’s no wild animal large enough to harm you - if you’re careful. There’s plenty of water and food to be found. And you can’t get lost. In two hours you can walk from shore to shore in any direction. My people here will keep tabs on you, but they won’t make themselves known unless you need medical help. Are there any questions?’

He glanced at Sophia, "Mom cried every night for years. We searched orphanages and welfare homes, both domestically and internationally. At one point, our brother heard about a deserted island where people were left to die slowly. We were worried you might be there, so we took a helicopter there. “When we arrived on the island, it was even more horrifying than we imagined. Bones scattered everywhere, and cries of despair filled the air. There was nothing to eat, nothing to wear, nothing to drink. “A group of people surrounded a pot bubbling with steam, stewing human flesh—men, women, old, young, all naked and emaciated. I think living there for a while would drive anyone mad if they didn't d