Surviving Summer Season 3 Novels & Stories

He doesn't want to be judgemental, but a few of them might be delinquent from appearance. He took the liberty to watch from above, his mind wandering who those new faces were around. He hasn't gone outside in a while, the community lacks children playing outside and the nearest park is across the highway he doesn't have a heart to take a leap into. "Don't you think the coach is working us out early? Tomorrow's the practice match and this is a 3-week training camp." "I'll be skin and bones if we continue to run in this humidity." "I never liked Summer."

The face was all scratched up, and anything on her body that could prove her identity was taken away, so we suspect it's an intentional murder. Hearing that the body was salvaged from Salakole, Winston paused for a moment, then he put on his sterile gloves with a poker face. I floated in mid-air, staring at the man in front of me. Three years... It had been three years since I died. After I died, my soul was trapped in Salakole, suffering in the fierce wind and freezing weather all day. Until someone found me, they brought me back. But I didn't expect that Winston was the person who would personally dissect me.

"If I remember right, you've still got one scratch card left, don't you? Don't come crying poor to me. I'm not falling for that! If you're so capable, do what you did when you got into college and won all those scholarships. Use your luck!" The call cut off abruptly. When I tried again, her phone was off. The single remaining scratch card in my hand suddenly felt impossibly heavy. I did not dare scratch it. I was terrified it would be another loss. When the semester started, my weight had been normal. Now I was severely malnourished. At five foot five, I weighed only 73 pounds. Blue veins showed through my skin. There was not a trace of color in my face. When I got back to the dorm, no one w

Rotting hands began reaching in to grab their ankles and legs, slowly dragging the pair, who were still biting and clawing at each other, toward the edge of the balcony. “No! Help! Xavier, save me!” I simply stood there, watching her with a blank expression. The next second, the two of them tumbled over the edge together. Their screams were instantly swallowed by the howling horde below. After those two pieces of good-for-nothings were dealt with, I didn’t feel much relief, because the surveillance monitor showed that Ruth was in very bad shape. Three S-class zombies had surrounded her. Even though she had killed two of them, the last one—a mutated zombie king—had ambushed her.

Season 3, Jake got "eliminated." Two people dragged him out by the arms. His struggling looked completely convincing, and he screamed "I don't want to die" three times, each one weaker than the last.

Josh commanded as he ran ahead of Asher down the long brightly lit hospital corridor. "I'm coming." Asher sighed picking up his pace to keep up with his son. It had been three months since Summer had fallen from the second floor of Jackson's mansion in an attempt to end everything. Three long months of unknown, would she wake up... unknown... would she remain a vegatable... unknown.... would she die...unknown.

Not ever. Summer sat by the window, staring out into the darkness. The cold breeze from the open window brushed against her skin, but the chill in the air was nothing compared to the unease gnawing at her chest. Hilda had just left for the night, and now she was alone, consumed by thoughts of what Jessica was planning. Her mind couldn't settle, turning over the conversation she'd overheard earlier. Jessica's words echoed in her mind—When the foxes leave tomorrow, Summer will go with them.

Perhaps it was the chill of the towel or the heat of the fire that made Mark open his eyes slowly, and right before him was an inferno. “You’re awake? The place is on fire; we need to get out quickly. Follow my lead as your body is weak,” said Summer. In fact, Summer had not much energy left. She was simply holding on to her final breath. Mark was distressed at her gloomy appearance. In a weak voice, he uttered, “If you can’t bring me out, please leave me alone. Charlotte is waiting for you…” “I will surely get you out…” she gritted her teeth and braved through despite her burns and scalding.

My heart skipped a beat. Without a word, he tapped the screen, his face tense as he read the message. "You should’ve protected them better." The words hit me like a slap, but it was the photo that came next that sent a chill through me. It was Summer and Max, sitting in a dimly lit room. They were alive. But they were scared. Summer had her arms protectively around Max, her eyes wide with fear but still defiant. “They’re alive,” Hollis whispered, his voice barely audible.

We drove in the car in silence, my driver told me that we would enter from the back and I held Summer's hand kissing it and she looked pained, I mind-linked her, "What's wrong?" She said, "Just remember that Summer loved you," and I was confused that she was talking in the third person but let it slide, she was in a coma for a while and what happened to her was traumatic. We entered from the back entrance, Summer kissed me on the lips, and I smiled, her scent was amazing, I kissed her mark as she giggled. I grabbed her ass saying, "Maybe a good time later," and she said, "I will think about it since you had Savi earlier," and I said, "Right, tomorrow then?" Forgetting about earlier, I was al