Survival Skills Regular Show Novels & Stories

Isabella fought him every mile of the way, her carefully crafted fragile-bird act finally cracking apart on the highway. She screamed that Lucas was an idiot who had thrown away a golden ticket to the Gambino table for a quick piece, that she had never signed up to run beside a dead man walking. The endless paranoia, the bitter cold, and the total collapse of everything she had known finally broke Anna. She had survived a lifetime in the underworld, watched empires rise and fall, but she could not survive being nobody on the run. A hacking, wet cough sank deep into her lungs, and three days later, she died in a mildewed highway motel that reeked of smoke and despair.

Or, use the 'Complete Fried Noodle' skill to provoke them. Bima ignored the system. His blood was already boiling. "You... you’re still alive?" Bima asked, his voice caught between shock and disgust. Kevin gave a cynical laugh. "Of course. Weaklings like you might have become zombie snacks by now, but us? We’re true survivors." He glanced at his three followers, who nodded in agreement, their chests puffed out. "A prime physique is the key, Bima. Not those raw noodles," Kevin tutted, as if eating them was the world's greatest sin.

He brought out a matchbox, one he had found in the bunker, and lit the flames underneath the bird. The fire started a slow burn and he could finally relax and let it cook, he relaxed on the log beside her. Bernice watched with vivid admiration “Where did you learn to do all these? You look like you come from a lot of wealth.” Rojan harrumphed "Should I call it basic survival skills? In my world, we are still outliving the 18th century. Wayne has done a lot to bring some modern touches, but it's a slow process. Lighting a fire is no big deal, as the Beta to my Alpha, it is only fitting that I train myself to survive harsh situations. Life is full of turns and twists, some for the better, othe

Jamie in his usual disturbing manner started wailing noisily. “No, no, sweetie, daddy is here now. You don’t have to cry anymore. Daddy is here for you. I will give you the entire world and write your name in the moon. I am Sole Survival now.” Between Eva and Stella I didn’t know who wailed harder but Stella was astonished to see that Sole Survivor was Brian and he was alive and not dead as expected. A few footsteps clicked into the ward; it was the doctor, a middle aged man who was full of smiles.

Kathy says, “Okay, come with me to the kitchen, let me get something for you to sustain yourself,” Sandra says, “Please, I don't want to stay long because I have to prepare for tomorrow's class because we are rehearsing every day and the Instructors might call us on emergency for preparation of special Intercontinental sustenance” Kathy explained, “ and If you want to offer me anything, let it be take away package,” Kathy says,

I frowned. The viewers behind the comments sounded no different from sadistic killers. When no one else spoke, the system's voice returned. "Please select the next participant to enter the game before the timer ends. If no one enters, the game will be deemed a failure, and I will punish the remaining players." We exchanged glances and all saw the fear reflected in each other's eyes. The system continued, "Current death count totals 21. The remaining 195 merit points will be evenly distributed among 15 survivors."