Novel & Cerita Surviving As

“Stay on your feet. Speak with the eastern survivors. They are the thinnest group left, and some of them are beginning to wonder if the mountain is worth what it has already taken from them. Your presence still carries weight with them. Use it.” I nodded. The request was practical. It was also a reminder that survival after four assaults was not only a matter of blades and light. It was a matter of holding the will of the people who remained. Serena found me while I was still standing with Drake. She looked marginally better than the day before, though the cut on her shoulder had been rebound and her face still carried the gray edge of exhaustion.

My last delivery of the day turns out to be a box of condoms ordered by my ex-husband, Julian Hayes. It's been five years since I last saw him. He's wearing the fuzzy slippers he used to hate, and there's a pink hair tie around his wrist. His knuckles turn white as he grips the doorknob, his voice hoarse with disbelief. "Samantha? You're alive?" I lower my gaze and instinctively adjust my face mask, keeping my voice calm. "Mr. Hayes, your delivery is here." Julian doesn't take the bag. Instead, he stares at me, unable to look away. "If you survived the accident, why didn't you come back to me?" He pauses, his voice trembling slightly as he asks, "Have you been doing okay all these years

Anything he could find. Then he found it. A list. Names. Dates. Locations. "Subjects who survived initial trials." He read the names. Most were crossed out. Dead. But a few were not. "Subject seven. Marcus Thorne. Status: Alive." "Subject thirteen. Anya Petrova. Status: Alive." "Subject twenty two. David Chen. Status: Alive." "Subject thirty four. Elena Vasquez. Status: Alive." He stared at the list. There were others. Others like him. Others who survived.

They rained their fists again and again into the wretched duo. I turned my phone on and called a rescue squad member. Then, I led my other colleagues on a two-day survival mission. Queenie and Shawn didn't die, but it was a near thing. We tied them up and set them aside, keeping them alive on the barest minimum of food. I was going to deal with them after we got back to civilization. I was the one running the company behind the scenes, but everyone thought he owned the business. His company could never have gotten off the ground if it weren't for me.

I had no one left. After I was diagnosed with cancer, my relatives stopped visiting, my parents slowly accepted that I might not survive, and the man I had been dating disappeared. Dante was the only person who stayed. He sold what little he had, paid for my treatment, and made me believe that love could survive anything. That belief had carried me through ten years of pain. During treatment, I kept working remotely under Professor Evelyn Shaw. Her closed medical research project accepted only a few doctoral candidates each year. She had asked me more than once to join after my recovery, but I kept refusing because I did not want to leave Dante.

“Surv-surviving three… three times…” As Noah attempted to recover his train of thought, his voice came out shaky and broke in several places. Only after clearing his throat several times did he finally manage to piece together a relatively fluent sentence. “Surviving three times might… might look like a coincidence, but–but if my instincts told me I would die… would… would I not change my actions until I found a way to live?”

“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.

She went towards me then she placed the box on my bed. "I-I'm sorry that I wasn't able to save Luna, though I was able to hide them in my room," she said, then she opened the box. It was Ashna and her siblings. Tears started falling from my eyes once again. I hugged them and my big sister hugged me too. Now, they're my only family left... Years later, I got into the top 5 with my sister. Ever since that day, I vowed to be with, my sister at all times. I will live for her and my other siblings we will live together Ashna and siblings. End of flashback

She kept walking and singing even as she was shot “…If I had known for just one second you’d be back to bother me…now don’t go…enjoy the show..just say your prayers…because you won’t be living anymore…weren’t you the ones who tried hurt and make me cry..did you think I'd crumble…did you think I'd lay down die…oh no not I..I will survive…oh as long as I know how to love…I know I’ll stay alive…I’ve got all my life to live..I’ve got all my love to give…I will survive…I will survive…hey...hey…” She had fun taking down the hunters to the tune of the song until it ended. She started other fires as another song came on and she sang along with a portion of it

Not sweeping speeches. But this. A spoon. A silence. A hand steady against hers. Not running. Not doubting. Just staying. Together. Even when the quiet stretched wide, they didn’t pull away. Because maybe this—this simple, living, breathing ordinary—was what survival looked like after everything. And for now, it was more than enough.