Survive The Night Novels & Stories

The abnormal weather had killed many survivors. In my past life, I'd only arrived at a safe zone five months after the zombie outbreak. There'd been elite soldiers and over a hundred thousand survivors there. Over a hundred of these safe zones were scattered across the country, significantly contributing to mankind's survival. "Why aren't we leaving now since the safe zones have already been set up?" Mom asked me. I looked at the snow outside. "It's highly likely we'll freeze to death in this weather if our car breaks down." …

"We don't have a refrigerator. We can only do this to preserve food." Uri memorized everything Finn taught him; survival knowledge like this is essential. Day after day, Clement did not come, making Uri extremely impatient. But the wooden house was the rendezvous point. He did not dare to go anywhere and could only wait patiently. Fortunately, with Finn by his side, life is less tedious and feels safer. On the eighth night, a flashlight glimmered in the woods, approaching the wooden house. Finn was the first to notice footsteps in the distance, nervously pulling Uri out of the house and jumping onto a hidden tree branch.

A man even slammed his club into a girl’s jaw and once she was down and sobbing loudly, he heartlessly played his game, passed, and hurried back into his pod. The timer beeped red, crows attacked, the blade came and blood splashed. It was soon a warzone of survival. People suddenly wanted to walk out alive. Cold sweats ran down my spine. “Pod twenty, step forward” And finally…the dice rolled to me.

Tomorrow, someone would fall. I could feel it. The spark. The fracture. The flames that would test everything. And I would have to stand in it. Watch. Decide. Navigate. No longer observation. No longer strategy. Survival. Everything we had built. The nigh t closed around the mansion, heavy and alive with potential. I understood. No return. The edge had been reached. The flames were rising. Tomorrow, we would see who survives. And who burns.

“And so it was one of the darkest and coldest midnights on record. There weren’t many packs in this area at the time, really only a few small ones. Including a band of ten males that called themselves Midnight Run. The storm seemed to come out of absolutely nowhere, catching the males off guard. They fought the wind and did all they could to secure what little belongings they had. But it was far too great a blizzard, and it brought with it more than the elements. A large pack of leopards snuck in, smelling their food and desperate. Their wolves fought bravely and with all they had but it simply wasn’t enough. A lone Chamberlain emerged that night as the sole survivor, and though he hoped ano

"Turn the speakers back on. Move a little. You'll heat up." Felix brightened right up. He hit the power again. The DJ music blasted back—rough, weaker, laced with static. No one cared. They started moving again. We were getting close to the mountain road. My chest tightened. My palms got slick. Night dropped fast. Snow started falling. Then— A sharp crackle. The music died. Every light on the dash blinked out. The car jerked—then stopped cold. Total darkness swallowed the cabin. "Ah!"

Gavin and I had been married for almost a year, but he always treated me rudely. I looked at the door, still closed as before. Maybe tonight Gavin would come home late as usual. The water on my face turned sad at the thought of the fact that tonight would pass in vain. Okay, I'm okay. Everything will be fine. Even tonight will probably be the same as the previous night; you don't have to be sad. I tried to strengthen myself. Fifteen minutes passed; I turned off the light and decided to sleep on the bed after the room lights were turned off. The 7X9 room was completely dark, apart from a little light source from the window vent.

His shirt was streaked with blood and soot, his face pale, but his eyes softened when they landed on me. “You should sleep,” he said. “I can’t.” He didn’t argue. He just stood beside me until my heartbeat slowed enough to let me walk. Together, we stepped out into the night. The survivors had built a fire in the courtyard where the safe house walls had collapsed. Not a blaze, not destruction—just warmth. Around it, faces were lit by the glow: scarred, hollow, tired, but alive. They were the ones who had ended Carl. Their hands had dragged him down, their fury had closed the chapter we never could.

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.”

And when those attacked tried to get away, they mysteriously lost their footing and had to watch helplessly as axes hacked into their skulls and hammers crushed their bodies into meat patties. In nothing but a few seconds, the twelve had been reduced to four. The two Low Level Nightmares were amongst the four survivors, whilst the other two were Peak Pseudo Nightmares. “Regroup,” Camila ordered and took several steps back herself. Nasir and Chichi who stood to her side moved as well. Each one had his/her hand on their weapon, and their eyes remained glued to Mane. The four survivors quickly jumped back as well. They retreated as far back as their leaders, and stood behind them with pale expr