Survival Novels & Stories

They are going to have their work cut out for them if they are struggling just to find where they are supposed to be going. We decide to head to lunch while we wait for each person to check in. I wonder how many will do as I have taught them right away and how many will try to put it off until they actually need something. The trick to survival is to have your supplies ready before you need them when it is possible. Otherwise, you might end up dead from starvation or sickness.

Leon stood up and walked towards the bar so he could be close. "How's she? Did she wake up? Is she fine? Say something!" Leon snapped while grabbing the bar in his fists tightly. His heart was racing like a marathon at the verge of bursting out of his chest. "She woke up in the morning." Came the calm and controlled voice of James Dawson. "She woke up." He breathed as a smile broke on his lips. "She woke up..." He repeated as a sigh of content washed through his form. She's alive. "She's fine." James said calmly while keenly looking at drastic changing expressions on Leon's face.

“How is your first day going?” “It’s…” I suck in a breath but can’t find the answer. The truth is, more than anything else, I’m surviving. If I am having a horrible time, I know, I’m not letting myself fully feel it. It’s been like that ever since my dad’s funeral. Sure, I’ve been shattered, but the world keeps spinning. I still have to get up and brush my teeth, dress myself. Put one foot in front of the other.

I'm acutely aware of the surreal nature of this moment, caught between the fight for survival and the acceptance of my vulnerability. The hope that this isn't the end, that I will once again feel solid ground beneath my feet, that I will hear Hadley's voice not as a distant echo but as a real, tangible presence, keeps a spark of defiance alive within me. In the face of despair, this spark fuels a stubborn, unyielding will to survive, to emerge from this nightmare not just alive, but stronger.

It's a new day of life and I still have a lot to do if I want to stay alive. I start by crafting more pointed sticks, tool crafting skill seems too appealing to me at the moment as it can mean a huge advantage. Tools, knowledge and skills are my only means of survival right now. I take my sharp stone and start scraping the tops of some sticks that I made previously. A stick broke in half, it's not frequent, but they do break from time to time. Although I do exactly the same thing, the result usually varies. Sometimes pointed sticks end up with very low durability, other times they just break.

I'm glad and happy we're all back together at least I will sleep peacefully I'm meeting Mrs Vivian Charlie Ampofo today, because we will be going to see the doctor for my appointment to check if am fit to become a Surrogate or not since have abstain from consuming alcohol I arrived earlier than time at Mr Charlie's mansion so I won't waste much time and be late for work. I pressed the intercom at the door before someone open the door for me and usher me inside telling to seat since Mrs Vivian is having a talk with her husband I waited for some hours, before I heard their voices, which seems that the couples were having an argument " I told you, I don't like the idea of surrogacy,if you can't

They were just so accustomed to sounds and scents beyond levels that he couldn't imagine. He dropped one of the guards that had grown a little bit concerned, he needed for this to be clean. His plan was perfect, he'd thought of every possible problem and had created a contingency for it. He needed for this to work, if it did, they were one step closer to evading extinction. They were alas, the Survivors of the Sun and they would survive death if they had to. He reached the top floor faster than he'd expected. He was moving at a physical defining speed, blitzing through the distance like they were just meaningless to him.

Yet, in this harsh and unforgiving world, where survival was a constant battle, she knew that she had to prioritize her own well-being above all else. With each bite of the succulent vegetable, Nadine felt a renewed sense of strength coursing through her weary body. The flavors exploded on her tongue, a symphony of freshness and vitality that seemed to breathe life back into her. In that moment, she made a silent promise to herself – to honor the gift of sustenance she had found in this hidden oasis by using it to fuel her determination to survive.

I will survive. And somewhere deep inside, I knew danger was close

, Croads, a middle-aged woman with brown hair and glasses, said. Except, it's not. She's dealing with enough right now. "Are you close with the victim?", SSA Briggs questioned, looking at me curiously. Briggs is practically a teenager, with shaggy blonde hair, very thin. "She's not a victim. Don't call her that. Her name is Amelia, and she's a survivor", I couldn't stop the words from flowing from my mouth. "The only one", Briggs uttered. "So you are close to her? Have you considered that being the reason for not catching him yet?", Croads said coldly. "Croads", Loveless snapped, shaking his head at her.