Survival Novels & Stories

~Yeah, it’s a bit depressing but I’ve only been focused on surviving. “Wait, then what about the bath?” ~Hygiene.~ “Salts?” ~Drying food.~ “Umm… the beds!” ~To prevent body sores.~ “The elevator??” ~Shortens time.~ “So everything you’ve made was for the purpose of survival?” David nods. ~I prioritized survival and everything else was secondary.~ “Oh, goddess… you’ve had a miserable time!” David scrunches his face. ~I already told you this.~

By existing so fully that void couldn't win even if it killed us. "How long can we do this?" I asked. "How long can we sustain living while dying? How long before we break? Before adaptation becomes numbness? Before survival becomes just waiting to die?" "I don't know," Dr. Chen admitted. Honesty I appreciated. Honesty I needed. "I've never seen this. Never treated this. Never encountered slow apocalypse with unknown timeline. But I know humans are resilient. Know we survive impossible. Know we find meaning in horror. Find joy in darkness. Find life in death. We do. Somehow. Always somehow."

“That’s right. I have never loved you. I saved you, coaxed you, and called you my wife… all because you’re strong and could keep me alive. In this cannibalistic apocalypse, emotions are the most useless thing. Only self-interest keeps us alive. Now that you remember everything, do whatever you want with me. Kill me if you like.” Even as I said that, my nails dug deep into my palms. I couldn’t accept it. Was this really the ending someone like me deserved? Weren’t the truly vile ones Callie and Dan? All I ever wanted… was to survive. Ruth stared at me intently. Just when I thought she was about to crush me like she had crushed countless zombies, she suddenly stepped forward. Then, she grabbed

I was talking to it. The presence stilled. because now I wasn’t reacting. I was challenging its choice. “You chose to survive,” I continued. “But you don’t understand what that means.” The space cracked. wider. because that didn’t resolve. didn’t fit. didn’t complete. “Survival isn’t just removing risk.” The mark surged. hard. “It’s holding onto what makes it worth it.” The space shattered. Violently. because now everything conflicted. everything contradicted. Zayden’s breath hitched. sharp. because something inside him reacted. not fully. not completely. but there.

"That’s funny. Everyone knows she follows you like a lovesick pup. First thing in the morning, it’s always, ‘I love you, Harken!’" "Yeah, Harken, you’d better win in three days. We don’t want to end up stuck with her." Harken smirked. The glint in his eyes darkened as he stalked toward me, step by step. "Cyra, what game are you playing this time?" The crowd fell silent as he continued. "Everyone in this pack knows I killed a full-grown tiger when I was fifteen. You think there’s a single werewolf stronger than me?"

《SECOND CHANCE PROTOCOL ACTIVATED》 Survive the Trial. Find the True Lifeline. Failure = permanent erasure. My heart thudded so hard it hurt. “Who… who are you?” The voice continued calmly. 《RULES TO JOIN THE SURVIVAL GAMES》 Rule1: The road ahead is endless. Do not leave the truck no matter what. Rule 2: If you see yourself again do not look twice. Rule 3: If the lights go out, pray they come back. If they don’t come after 3 seconds… close your eyes and count to 10.

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.

Adrian’s smirk flickered into a grin. “He didn’t let me hide,” I continued, my throat thickening. “He saw the parts of me I was afraid of, the parts I wanted to bury, and he didn’t run. He stayed. He fought for me, even when I didn’t believe I was worth it. And tonight, standing here, I realize survival isn’t just breathing through the hard nights or clawing our way out of the dark. Survival is this. Love. Family. Choosing each other, again and again.”

As I sat down she was still saying her litanies. Not minding her I just prayed and thanked the Lord for giving me a life once again. Kahit gaano kalupit ang mundo huwag na huwag mo pa ring kakalimutan ang mag pasalamat. Iniisip ko na lang na at least may pamilya ako. Focusing on the bright side of life enables me to withstand and endure everything. The hope that there's still a chance to get out from this life excites me. Kaya bakit ako susuko? I realized that there is no food to eat even bread. So I decided to drink coffee instead but there are no stocks. I hate being poor.

" Um... " " For some reason... I think this is where the game of survival truly begins. " " Yes! We've gotta battle for our survival! " " Yes! " .... A/N : From here on... The game of survival begins! Are you excited guys?