Novel & Cerita Survivor Book

setting examples for others, while countless women are bound and judged because of this thin layer. … The comments descended into chaos, but that bold, black-highlighted comment ignored the insults and posted another line.

"How can you be so selfish? The bunker was built with money we all put in! What right do you have to take it all for yourself? Come out and get us! Now!" I let out a soft laugh. "Why the rush? The safe's key and the address of the bunker are both inside. And the password—you already know it, don't you?" From the other end came frantic rummaging sounds, mixed with barely restrained delight. "Found it! We found it!" Leisurely, I leaned back on the sofa and switched to the surveillance feed of the safe. I watched as the three of them crowded around the safe, entering the password. Their faces bloomed with the wild joy of survivors spared from disaster.

When I came back to my senses, Elijah’s expression had turned ugly. He glanced at Thea with disappointment before pulling out my blood donation report as proof. “Take a good look at who actually saved your life.” Thea’s body jolted the moment she saw the name ‘Sadie Stevens’ printed in bold on the report, and her fingers clenched so tightly that they turned pale. “How is this possible… It was Sadie… So that means I was deceived? I almost killed my own savior?”

It was protecting its children from the zombie horde. Even zombies instinctively protected their offspring. And yet my own sister spent every waking moment plotting against me. The thought left a bitter chill in my chest. Fortunately, my sadness lasted less than three seconds before my mood brightened again. Because at that exact moment, the system informed me that the zombie siege had counted as a major survival crisis. Even though I had survived partly thanks to the zombie bird’s help, I was still eligible for a special reward because of it.

Professor Shaw said. My hand moved to my stomach. It was flat. For several seconds, I could not breathe. “Where is my baby?” The answer was already in Professor Shaw’s eyes. The project doctor spoke gently. “By the time we reached you, the procedure had already begun. You had lost too much blood. We transferred you here immediately, but the fetus was too weak to survive.” I stared at the ceiling.