Survivor の小説・ストーリー

Josh was the only hope, and she knows that he has been trying his hardest to get something. When they finally reached the parking lot, Josh started pacing. "Josh?" Ava said anxiously. Josh comes to a halt and stares at her. "You do know that there are only twenty-one people that survived, right?" Ava nodded. She knew it from the news, but there was never any information of identities. "I got the list of the survivors," Ava's face lit up. "But only the surnames." "Please tell me there are Blackwells," she said, her eyes brimming with tears.

Everything I’ve known all these while were all lies. I took a shaky step back, my body barely holding me up. “No…” I whispered. “And.. that prenup you signed?” She threw in casually “was actually a surrogacy form!” Her smile widened. My head spun aggressively.. Why? Why me? What did I ever do to deserve this? Vivianne tilted her head, watching me like I was entertainment. “You see,” she continued casually, “Adrian loves me. Very much.” Her fingers brushed his arm possessively.

When the Program told me I could return, I felt no joy. Only emptiness. The next time I opened my eyes, I was staring at a white hospital ceiling. Machines beeped beside me, and my throat burned as if I had been asleep for years. A nurse saw me wake and rushed over. “You’re safe,” she said. “You were caught in a dockside explosion. Sophia Lane didn’t survive.” My fingers tightened against the sheet. Sophia was dead. Before I could speak, the nurse added, “There was another survivor. A young man named Luca. He woke up this morning.”

In a different version of events. He thought about his own edge cases. The people he'd known who had fallen through gaps, who hadn't had someone to write a check or make a call or build a foundation in their name. He thought about the specific quality of survivorship—the knowledge that you had made it through something that had killed other people, that had broken other people, that had left them on the other side of the gap while you stood here, in the kitchen, with the coffee and the Sunday afternoon light and the person you loved.

"Now. She's been attacked. The family has been attacked. Mrs. Santoro is the only survivor. She's bleeding out. MOVE!" The framing immediate. Deliberate. Isabella dead. Dante dead. Guards dead. An assassination attempt. An attack on the Blackwing hierarchy. And Novalee, Mrs. Santoro,the sole survivor. The heir. The one who lived through the assault. Not the killer. The victim who survived. Barely, her breathing shallow and blood, so much blood everywhere. They moved. Getting doctors. Getting supplies. Saving her. Saving the last of the Santoro family. Saving their new leader.

"He was the only survivor of the 2016 Starfall in the Mtwara region. His skin is denser than depleted uranium. He can walk through a hail of bullets as if they were raindrops. And unlike your 'New Dawn' friends, he is perfectly, beautifully obedient." She walked over to the giant, who stood like a statue. She reached up and patted his boulder-like shoulder. "Subject One," she said. "Go into the tunnels. Bring me the boy with the violet signature. Break his legs if he resists, but bring him to me breathing. Do you understand?"

"Keep my mother's name out of your mouth, or I swear to God I'll hit you again every time I see your face." "And who said she left that kid to die?" Sebastian scoffed and clapped his hands. Immediately, someone cast the raw footage from the field onto the projection screen on stage. Through the smoke and rubble on the screen, a crowd of displaced refugees stood in line for emergency supplies while a soldier held a rifle, keeping order. Suddenly, a little girl in tattered clothes tripped and fell out of the line. The soldier instinctively raised his rifle to check for danger. The little girl showed no fear. Instead, she thought it was a game and raised her hands to mimic a gun right back at h

Alex screamed from a stretcher, his face covered in dust and blood. Then he spotted Maddie and me standing there, both safe and on our feet. He went still. A second later, he broke down. "Kayla... I'm sorry. I should've listened to you. That corner wasn't safe. The ceiling came down on us. Rainee lied. She got us all hurt!" I looked at him coldly. They'd made their choice. They'd gambled with their own lives. "Over here! More survivors!" A rescuer's shout rang out from deep in the rubble.

I will survive. And somewhere deep inside, I knew danger was close