Survive The Jive Reading List Novels & Stories

Jennifer and Jeffrey requested that their dinner be served in their room. Jeffrey told the others that Jennifer was so upset about what happened to Lindsay that she was too afraid to leave the room. It was a partial truth. Jennifer was petrified, but she wanted to be alone with her husband so they could discuss their next move. “We should leave,” Jennifer said seriously. “We can’t leave even if we wanted to,” Jeffrey said seriously. “There’s practically a hurricane outside.” “It’s just a bad storm,” Jennifer countered. “We only have to drive twenty-five miles. It’s a better option than staying here and getting attacked for the gold we found.”

It was hot but it was delicious. “Found what you’ve been looking for?” He stood against the counter watching her. He seemed amused by her choice. She glanced at the book. Criminal Law in Ancient Rome, she read on the cover. “Umm yeah, I’d read just about anything to help me sleep,” she said, tittering to herself. “Well thanks again and sorry for bothering you Mason. I’ll head on up to bed with this.” She took the mug and book turned to go. “You do that. Sleep well.”

“So what are we going to do?” Lennon asked himself, trying to think of a way to survive this messed up world, the difficulty of their mission went from 0 to 100 real fast with no warning. “We will learn how to survive.” Maya said, moving Noah away from her, after she noticed that he was uncomfortable sleeping in her lap. She already made a plan in her head on what to do and that consisted of hiding and learning how to defend themselves, with Noah being the top priority.

Whether I had to go for help or wait it out, it'd be safer. I still got in the car with them because I had questions. Last time, after I died, my consciousness just... drifted. I saw Lana show up with the rescue team to collect my body. She looked wrecked—but I heard her whisper to Felix, "Thank God." Right up until I faded out, I never understood why. This time, I would. "Alright, everyone—let's crank it!" Felix shouted, and harsh DJ music exploded through the car. Vincent and Donelia got excited instantly.

Alex said smirking WHAT THE FUCK " Actually,I would like option A,"I said giving him a challenging look,he dare think women are weaklings "Me too"Isabella and Stella said simultaneously "What? you think you can survive our training?you are totally stupid "the giant said " You did survive workouts abuse,so we will survive the training" I said He was beginning to get on my nerves "Why? you think we are frail ?giant!"Isabella said "Okay , okay, what about you three?" Alex said looking at the sweet girl,yah they wouldn't even survive a day

He has a large smile on his face. Elizabeth chuckles then she comments on David’s personality. “You took in Bob and sheltered him. You even took the time to teach him how to communicate with you. I’m surprised that you can think so ruthlessly.” David remembers saving Bob but he also knows that if he wasn’t ruthless, he would have been dead. ~It was how I survived.~ “Come again?” ~I survived because I was ruthless.~ Elizabeth finishes covering David’s wounds with the herbs. “Well… keep being ruthless… what was it? Be as sharp as a sword but be as light as a feather??”

After that, I led Joyce back to our car. After the shopping spree, I chose not to let Walmart deliver the goods to my doorstep. Instead, I had the employees fill the car up with the food that I bought. After all, the neighbors would definitely suspect that something was going on if they were to notice the haul that I brought home. After the zombie outbreak, the most terrifying thing in the world wasn't the virus itself, but rather the dark side of humanity. Many survivors died in the hands of their allies during the early stage of the outbreak.

"I can't leave. I haven't found my boyfriend yet. If he's dead, I'm going to die right here with him—ouch!" Sebastian pulled a stitch too tight, and a fresh stream of blood welled up from the wound. He looked at me, a cold smirk tugging on his lips. "People out there are starving to death. Most of them won't survive until tomorrow. You have a chance to live, but you're choosing to waste it over some guy? That's incredibly stupid." His words were harsh, but I didn't argue. He was right, after all. The next morning, ignoring his stern warnings, I took two painkillers and ran straight toward the heart of the ruins.

"No can do, Your Majesty. You need to give us a direction first. Everyone would only become hungrier if we run around like headless chickens and come back with nothing." No one wanted to die of hunger, and they thought I had a point. So, they turned to Queenie and made the same request. Queenie was panicking, her back drenched in sweat. Then, her eyes lit up. "There's a hill straight east, and the base is covered in mushrooms! We can forage for those! And there's a field further east. It's something the previous survivors left." She smiled smugly. "See? Told you they'd forgive us if you'd just apologize."

"Please be patient, we did vote but the final decision is not up to us. This time we had two votes for, one against, and three people want to go but with some conditions. These conditions are: our voting system will still be in place, it's our safeguard in case things go sour. We need you to craft some tools for us and teach us some of your surviving skills. We also need you to promise to get us to a town as soon as you can and, finally, there will be a period of one week. If by the end of that period we decide to part from you, we'll be moving to your vicinity" "And what happens if, let's say, one day you decide to vote to exile me?" "That's not going to happen without a good reason" "I don