Survivor Z Novels & Stories

"Help! Can anyone hear us?" Christine shouted, her hands cupping her mouth. Only the birds in the palm trees flew up in response. She turned to stare at the waves gently lapping at the shore. No sign of any other survivors. Christine sat on the sandy beach, hugging her knees to her body. Chase walked over to her and sat beside her. "You okay?" he asked. She nodded. "I guess." He put an arm around her shoulders and pulled her in for a hug. She placed her head on his shoulder. He wished he could kiss her and tell her everything would be okay, but there were no guarantees.

" Um... " " For some reason... I think this is where the game of survival truly begins. " " Yes! We've gotta battle for our survival! " " Yes! " .... A/N : From here on... The game of survival begins! Are you excited guys?

She handed me some tissues and gave me a gentle smile. “Would you like to know what I believe would be the most likely outcome of that interaction?” I nodded. “I believe that you might feel a rush of emotions, but not all of them will be negative. I believe that you will embrace the strength that you’ve found through this new life with your mates, which will help you remember what you’re fighting for. You’re fighting for your future, but you’re also fighting to take back control from your oppressors. Because, Luna Ziyah, that is what a survivor does. You are indeed a survivor. You’re also not weak because a weak person wouldn’t have the strength to pull themselves up off the ground and fight

"Many years passed, but every birthday, I got a postcard without a name or an address, and I knew it came from her, my baby sister, until suddenly they stopped. My parents were killed, and I took the crown. I made it my life's mission to change things around, so one day my sister could come back home. I searched for her far and wide, and I never heard from her again. It was as if she had fallen from the face of the Earth. I looked at Zane, and he shrugged his shoulders. We were not there for this, but maybe, just maybe, things will start making sense after this conversation. "Zane is an orphan... he was one of the rescued teenagers from the human facility," I said, and Zane nodded. "Here, th

not long ago the group announced it to the survivors most of them appealed, but eventually, they understood the meaning of this if they want to leave, they need to hunt the zombies and became strong the elders also eager to experience this kind of thing even though they are old enough The group helps the survivor by teaching them the tactics of the regular zombies, in the first 3 days of the lesson the group helps them to manage their respective skills using the repeatable dungeon of the factory, the survivors easily learn how to fight even the elders learn to strategize themselves after reaching lv2, the survivors were already hype and try to explore themselves and if they encounter an evol

"Hazel, you know that you have an injured leg. Just wait for us back at the base. Don't worry. I'll take good care of your dad for you." Curtis stood at the farthest back of the team. He looked like he wanted to say something, but thought better of it and kept his mouth shut. The wave of zombies was a lot worse than expected. The sea of rotten green zombies easily crossed the first level of defense like it was nothing. Curtis' blade was starting to get dull, and the wound on his shoulder wouldn't stop bleeding profusely. He suddenly saw that Dad was being cornered off a cliff by three zombies, and the ground was crumbling beneath his feet. Meanwhile, Archer was also surrounded by another gro

Strong currents during what humans called a hurricane, could sweep a fisheri miles away from their kingdom if they ventured too close to the surface. So why was Miro convinced that Zalo was alive and possibly living on land? Because she couldn't accept that her sibling was dead. But, why hadn't Zalo returned to the water? She loved her pod. Did Zalo think that Miro abandoned her that day? Nothing made sense… aside from the acceptance that her sister had died. Was this a dangerous waste of time?

He took a big chunk of bite from the human part as Willow watched him in terror. "Because we would adapt, does not mean that we are zombies. We are survivors! If you want us to save your sister, Piper, your grandma, and the Crowville at large, we have to survive!" He started chewing the raw human part as blood dripped down from the meat to his chin. Willow could not take it anymore as she started to vomit inside the cell.

Wayne and Gabriel, who had just left, came charging back in and snapped the call off. "Who were you calling?" Wayne yelled, smashing my phone to pieces. "Lara Langford! Do you want to watch our whole family go down because of Anna? Remember, it's not just her. There's Casper and I too! Anna has to pay for what she has done. Got it?" Despair crashed over me as my final hope shattered. I fixed Wayne with a blank stare. "If Anna dies, then no one should be left alive." His hand came down hard across my face.

Even if he knew that latching onto the coattails of more powerful characters was a good survival strategy, Zen hated how that was the only thing he could do ever since his arrival. The struggle to remain alive was real, and Zen did not hate it. However, he couldn’t always remain the damsel in distress. Akiko and Liu Feng were usually there to help him when he needed it. However, not every event would be like the Egg Hunt. Today was the second day after the last event that claimed four lives. The next event wouldn’t be too far away, and the enemy was becoming stronger while Guild Survivors barely made any significant progress with the dungeon clearing.