Survival Novels & Stories

The nightmares came once the war was over. That was the cruel arithmetic of survival, and Brynn had seen it before, in Greymire, in the wolves who held themselves together through the worst and only fell apart once the worst had passed. The body knew how to endure. It saved the breaking for after, for when it was finally safe enough to break. And now, with the battle won and the dead burned and the daily fight for survival finally quieted, Brynn’s body decided it was safe enough.

I'll survive. That's all that's left now. Survival.

Long Story Short, I survived. ────────────────────────────────────────────────────

Are we optimizing survival. Or experience. And no system can answer that for us.

I could feel the fatigue setting in. My muscles screamed in protest and my breathing was heavier than before. Sweat dripped down my face, stinging my eyes. My vision blurred, but I couldn’t let up. I couldn’t afford to make a single mistake. I remembered the training. I remembered every lesson, every bruise, every moment I had been pushed to my limits. The woman who had rescued me taught me that survival was about perseverance. It wasn’t always about being the strongest or the fastest—it was about outlasting your opponent. Endure. Adapt.

It was to survive. To be continued....

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.

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." …

What if that family is the source of a child's grief, suffering, and abuse? So, how will that child deal with and survive her torturous life, which is the source of her tears? How is that child going to shape her life and future? A family which is also the key to her life is the one breaking her apart; how can she trust people and feel secure if she cannot trust her only family and feel safe within. As the above phrase describes "Family was supposed to be my haven but it's also the place where I got my deepest heartache from" This is my story, my "Survival Journey"!

They helped me take her out . Some were still shocked because i had never done such thing . "Take them to Eric " I said getting out of the water and going back to the car . We drove back to HQ . They took them to the medical room where Eric examined them . " These two are barely alive,but they will be fine in 2-3weeks" Dr Eric said " And the other one?" I asked coldly "Sorry but that one is in critical condition. She might never wake up , I don't know if she will make it as her brain cells are frozen due to being in the water longer,her heartbeat is faint ,we can only prepare for the death "he explained