Survivor Dogs Novels & Stories

he answered with disgust and slammed the phone down on its base. “The big lightning strike during dinner could have knocked the phone line out, sir,” Victor said in a shaky voice. “I guess I need to drive into Dallas,” Brock said. “I’ll get your coat, sir,” Victor said. “Wait a minute!” Nicole said frantically. “I’m not staying here! By the time you get help and bring back the cops, we could all be dead!” “Barry and Troy are trained Marines like me,” Brock said. “They’re not going to let anything happen to you.”

He wasn't able to protect her, to save her. He deserves to die. " Nooooooo!!!!" Volkan screams. Struggling to move forward. When a bloodhound leaps on him. Pinning him under. His dark red eyes, looking at Volkan with hunger. And he snarls to root his canines into Volkan's neck. When two dagger whooshed past, cutting the air. With the first hitting Elora's shoulder and the other hits the bloodhounds back. Making Elora to curse, holding her bloody arm while the bloodhound to roll over.

I stumble blindly after him as my breath comes in ragged gasps. I hear the creak of a door opening ahead. Light floods in, momentarily blinding me. I trip over something solid, hitting the ground hard enough to knock the wind from my lungs. “Get up,” my dad commands, his voice strained as he hauls me to my feet. I let out a wheeze, struggling to breathe. Then I see it—the thing I tripped over. A body. A werewolf. Dead. I choke back a scream, forcing myself to look away as my dad pulls me onward. The shouts grow louder. Guns? Cannons? I do not know.

Her words were good advice but they only managed to press down on my chest, and didn't change my mind. "Who is this team?" I asked, turning to Damon. "Are they wolves, or are they more agents like you and Linda?" Damon sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he walked closer to the hearth. "Both. The Coalition brought together the survivors from different packs that the facility destroyed over the years. They know the terrain around the main headquarters better than anyone."

Lili nodded quickly, the words bubbling up before she could filter them. “Um, yes. A few. I just… I wanted to ask, this surrogacy—it's for one of you, right? I assume it’s for yourself?” Her voice faltered as she glanced again between the two men. “And I saw something in the contract about ‘satisfactory behavior’? I wasn’t sure what that meant exactly.” She swallowed. “And I guess I had some questions about the process itself… Would it be done through a clinic or… I mean, if it’s easier, I don’t mind using a syringe myself.”

“Do you want her to grow up thinking safety only comes with a trigger pulled? That love looks like a camera in every corner?” Varian’s jaw flexed. He didn’t answer right away, and she knew silence was his way of both resisting and considering. So she pressed on. “Dogs,” she said. That earned her a blink. “Dogs?” “Not just guards with rifles. Dogs. Loyal, protective, but soft enough to be companions. Let her walk the grounds without feeling like prey under surveillance. Let her laugh when a shepherd chases her ball.” He tilted his head. “Dogs bark. They give away positions. They require handlers.”

I needed it to wash the mud off my wounds, but they refused to let me get close. My colleagues were guarding the place, and they were all glaring at me. "Ms. Hedge found this! You don't deserve it, bitch!" Fortunately, this island was abundant with resources. Wilderness survival was all the craze a few years ago, and many content creators came here to get useful footage. They also left useful stuff behind. I'd skimmed through everything during my search for water. I went to the dump and scrounged some plastic bottles and a cast-iron skillet.

, Croads, a middle-aged woman with brown hair and glasses, said. Except, it's not. She's dealing with enough right now. "Are you close with the victim?", SSA Briggs questioned, looking at me curiously. Briggs is practically a teenager, with shaggy blonde hair, very thin. "She's not a victim. Don't call her that. Her name is Amelia, and she's a survivor", I couldn't stop the words from flowing from my mouth. "The only one", Briggs uttered. "So you are close to her? Have you considered that being the reason for not catching him yet?", Croads said coldly. "Croads", Loveless snapped, shaking his head at her.

Both Ruth and I turned our heads at the same time. From the pile of zombies nearby, a blood-soaked figure crawled out with what little strength he had left. One of his arms was missing. It was Dan. I raised an eyebrow in surprise. I had to admit, the guy was ridiculously tough. Falling straight into a swarm of zombies and still managing to survive?