Survivalist Path Cold Blooded Novels & Stories

Victor looked back at the valley. Thousands of Ferals were screaming. They weren't wolves anymore. They were piles of black, weeping ink, trying to crawl onto the shimmering path of light Elodie was projecting from her chest. Every time a Feral touched the bridge, the light hissed. The creature would blacken, its weight dragging it down into the vacuum of the dying Earth.

You didn't starve to death. I could not take it anymore. "Mom, do you know how I've been surviving this semester? On handouts from my roommate and digging through trash for leftover food! And today, if my advisor hadn't been kind enough to buy me a meal, I probably would've collapsed and ended up in the hospital!" I thought hearing about what I had been through might change her mind. Instead, she let out a scornful laugh. "So what, you're trying to brag to me about your good luck? How you ran into a nice roommate and a nice advisor?

Two of the boys stared at me with pure hatred. Alarm shot through me. I instinctively turned to leave, but Dominic blocked the doorway. "Where are you going? You just got back. Vanessa even made chili. Put your stuff down and come eat." He grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the living room. She disappeared into the kitchen, then returned carrying a pot of violently bubbling red broth. My heart pounded like a drum. I remembered how, in my last life, that scalding chili had been dumped over me, burning my skin open, and the pain had been unbearable. Was I really unable to escape it again?

The apocalypse had already stolen enough from them. Sera’s sarcasm faded slightly. “Survivors?” “Unknown.” Jonas stood. “We’ll take a squad.” “No,” Hale snapped immediately. Sera narrowed her eyes. “That bad?” The commander hesitated, which meant yes. “Scouts reported bodies drained completely dry.” Jonas swore softly. Not wilds, Wilds were messy. Animalistic. This sounded deliberate. Controlled. Vampire. Ancient vampire. The room suddenly felt colder. Hale lowered his voice. “There are rumours.”

he asked. Beta Ivan hissed at him due to anger and showed his canine teeth. I held Beta Ivan's right arm to calm him down. As I tried to think deeply about the situation, a decision was already made. Sarah whimpered inside my head when she read what I was going to do next. I took a deep breath and looked back at this cold-blooded Alpha Vincent. "If the price of killing you is my life, so be it. Let's see each other in hell," I said in a dangerous tone as my face had no hint of emotion.

Nukilik was not among the foolish. For years, he and his household had slept at the ready for a world on fire. Thus, they had escaped the immediate danger stocked with boots, clothing, and other supplies. Ice dwellers knew how to survive in freezing winds, long nights, and end-world calamity. The village was consumed inside and out by random hellholes like the one that had taken the cabin. Other survivors might be nearby; perhaps just beyond the spray of ice and fire, their voices lost to the howl of the wind and the rumbles from the ground.

"Do you know what I study? Survival adaptation. How humans can be modified to survive extreme conditions. Cold resistance. Radiation tolerance. Genetic optimization for hostile environments." "Using unwilling subjects." "Using volunteers who agreed to contribute to humanity's survival." "They're in cells. Prisoners." "They're participants in critical research." Hammond's voice remained calm. Clinical. "The freeze killed eight billion people. But it also created opportunity. Natural selection on unprecedented scale. I'm studying survivors. Understanding what made them survive. Replicating those advantages. Enhancing them." "By experimenting on captives." "By using available subjects for vital

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.

Although we lived in a villa that was located in the remote suburbs, we weren't exempted from the outages. Many survivors died of starvation and thirst despite not being infected by the zombie virus. In my previous life, I had seen far too many people who died from zombie attacks just because they needed to venture out in search of water. That was why I needed to ensure that I had stocked up enough water. Soon, my car was filled with more than a dozen water cooler bottles and boxes of mineral water. Packs of toilet rolls were stuffed in the cracks as well. It didn't take long for me to drive home with my latest haul.

¶Aiyla PoV¶ ¶But One Of The Big Lessons I have Learned From My Journey Is You Can't Please Everyone, So Don't Try¶ - CHRIs COLfER 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ Sometimes in life painful things can teach us lessons that we didn't think we needed to know. same thing happened to me, the painful things, the trauma and abuses I went throughout my life made me strong.. made me a fighter and survivor too! It made me realise the harsh reality of life! Life is not filled with beautiful flowers...it is also filled with thorns and it is upon us how we walk through that thorny path. "Either you give up...which is too cowardice"... "Or you could stand up and fight for what's right for you". After all