Survival Novels & Stories

“That’s harder to learn when survival becomes the priority.” She swallowed slowly. “And what if survival never really stopped?” Silence. Not empty silence. The kind filled with truths too complicated for immediate answers. Because maybe survival hadn’t stopped for her. Maybe it simply changed forms over the years. Emotional survival. Psychological survival. The constant need to remain useful enough to deserve space in other people’s lives. Her chest ached quietly at the thought. The system flickered again. New text rolled across the d

Lennon didn’t like the idea of hiding, because it will one day fail, if not on the first day, it’s better to be prepared than sorry, they can still hide but they have to train, not just Noah but them too. If they want to stay alive in this world next year, they have to at least know some martial arts, know how to use weapons and vehicles, that’s the bare minimum, he wasn’t even considering the resources they will need, the place they are going to stay at, the informations they will need, there are a lot of things to consider for this apocalypse, so they will have to stay up all night to discuss it. ‘Damn you Nova.’

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

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.

, 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.