Survival Stories Wilderness の小説・ストーリー

He thinks I won't survive walking in the midst of a forest in the middle of the night but little did he know that I've survived worse. I survived the scorns my pack threw at me, survived Hunter's torture, and survived nights in the forest. I survived being a rogue.

Talia I have lost count of how many days I've been stuck in the wilderness of this snow-coated landscape. It's been at least a few days, maybe even a week. Either way, the surprising part is that I'm a survivor. If someone would have asked me, a city girl, if I thought I could survive in the middle of nowhere, I would have laughed. But that was a month ago, and now I'm an expert. Well... I've learned how to make a fire, and while I'm hungrier than ever, I at least have water due to all the snow. I've also eaten suspicious red berries that didn't kill me, but I'm running out of them.

No matter how strong she is, she will not survive even a day alone in the forest. During the three months, they did not face a smooth journey without obstacles. There were many wild animals lurking and ready to prey on them at any time. Not once or twice were they blocked by wild animals on their journey. Even several times, Halvir had to face packs of wild dogs, as well as packs of wolves that always ended up leaving several wounds on his body.

Frederick Burke's grip made the skin on my arm ache, but I didn't pull away. As I tried to stand, a wave of dizziness hit me. I was about to collapse when Frederick caught me, steadying me in his arms. "You've gotten so thin. Didn't I have food sent to you every week?" he asked. But in truth, no one had brought me a single thing during the five months I had been stranded in this godforsaken wilderness. To survive, I had eaten worms, bugs, and even rotting animal carcasses.

And yet… reassuring. This was not a man I thought I'd ever have a moment of calm with. But here we were—two bruised survivors stranded in the wilderness, having to depend on each other for survival. I didn't want to think about it, but it comforted me somehow to realize that I could still relate to someone. Even if that person was Don Carter. It was uncomfortable, sure, but it was also. grounding.

Then a mother and son, then another, and another, until the house hummed with a polyphony of survivors, each with their own shape, their own way of being broken. Elena did not remember half of their names, but she remembered their stories: the girl who stole shoes to keep her mother from freezing, the boy who had never seen the river before, the pair who’d spent a winter in the tunnels, living on rats and rainwater, who did not understand why anyone would stay aboveground. Mira’s wolves taught them all to fight, to scavenge, to stand their ground; Declan taught them cursing and cards; Damon taught them how to dodge the city’s traps and, when necessary, how to disappear.

“We are limited to survival equipment. Kinetics Weapons, ammunition, thermal cutters, water filters and emergency pharmacies.” Kael joined me. He had trained his heavy rifle and on his belt blurred several waterproof bags with the fried meat that we in the had prepared night. “The electromagnetic disturbances increase, the further we are from the coast he explained and looked into the dense, impenetrable green of the Jungle. “Silas’ Pad will perhaps show us the rough direction, but for the Navigation in the thicket is blind. We are going on the old ways of wilderness must be abandoned.’ I nodded. Lessons in Survival We Are In The Ashes of

He claimed the wilderness was full of vicious Rogues and that he feared for my safety. But the fresh, high-quality prey he sometimes brought back couldn't possibly have come from this outer part of the wilderness. I used to feel sorry for him, for all his hard work, and even offered to hunt with him. But he told me that the deep woods were filled with out-of-control Rogues and rabid beasts. The trap with the rabid bear had left me so terrified that I clung to his every word. Now, any rustle in the woods makes me flinch and instinctively cry out his name.

It's not late so we continue our conversation with the rain echoing on the roof of the cabin. "About my situation, I have no memories at all, although I do have some knowledge of the world. Thanks to that I've been able to survive until now in the wilderness. There are things I know, but I don't know how or when I learnt them, on the other hand, there are other words I know but I can't associate them with anything". "Mmm… intriguing" says Hikaru.

She felt lost and alone, adrift in a sea of uncertainty and fear. But despite her grief, Emily refused to give up. She was determined to survive, to make a life for herself in the wilderness. She hunted and foraged for food, built herself a makeshift shelter, and learned to fend for herself in a world that was often cruel and unforgiving. As the days turned into weeks and the weeks turned into months, Emily slowly began to heal. She found solace in the quiet of the forest, in the gentle rustle of the leaves and the soft hum of the wind. She learned to find joy in the simple things in life - a good meal, a warm fire, a starry night sky.