Survivor Z Novels & Stories

The evil plan to kill Virginia was about to be executed. Few days ago, Lusiana with Miller and Vincent have been searching for the best candidate to do their plan. It was quite hard to find someone who was willing to sacrifice their life to do a suicide. But then, Vincent coincidentally spotted someone who might be the best candidate for the plan.

His mother's irritated voice interrupted their conversation “Are we going to wait forever for your surrogate?” “Surrogate?” Zoe asked, puzzled. At that moment, Zander remembered that his sister was the only person in the room who had no idea of the latest development. “Yeah” he replied turning to Zoe who was staring at him in confusion. “I got someone to carry a baby for us…for me and Laurie” he explained. Zoe's face turned bright red and her eyes flashed with anger “Are you nuts? Laurie is dead!” she retorted. Zander sighed in frustration

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.

recalling that night! TBC Comment and vote for His Surrogate.

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.

When he returned to the chalet, a pot of hot soup, a plate of mashed potatoes, and two white porcelain bowls were on the table. Finn happily waved, "Come here for breakfast." Uri sat down at the table, marveling at Finn's cooking. "You're so good. If it were me, this soup wouldn't be edible." "I had no place to live, always had to run away. I would have died long ago if I couldn't care for myself." Finn scooped up a bowl of soup and set it down in front of Uri. "You eat it, and I'll teach you how to survive in the forest."

They have turned everything against us and into their favor. My camp is slowly rebuilding, and we’ve made it pretty far south. Almost to what used to be Mexico. There is said to be a human fortress at the furthest point in Mexico that has survived any zombie attacks. Still, then again, the zombies don’t go that far unless they have to. We are heading to that fortress that offers hope. I’m not holding out hope, not at all. I’m not even sure what the hell I’m surviving for at this point.

I recovered quickly and hurriedly crawled for it, but soon someone was in my path. I looked up. Ziva. She flashed me a sweet smile and made to empty acid on me, but the contents soon dropped from her hands as she stumbled back with a feral hiss, hands clutching her nose where Kim had slammed the gun’s barrel into. “Back off, bitch,” Kim snarled. Reinforced, I pulled the hairpin out yet again and drove it into Ziva’s calf when she wasn’t looking. She yelped. “Shit.”

"I'm sorry babe I tried but I can't. He's stronger then Emron, stronger than your dad should have been. Stronger then the son of a gamma should be. I'm so sorry. Our best chance at survival is to submit." "I understand Zariah. I have no proof but I think he cheated and if he did I will find out. You're right though we must survive." Zariah released her control and I shifted back to my human state. I laid on the ground naked under Orions huge paw. I was bleedng pretty bad. It was nothing to be alarmed over but it was enough to make me pass out if I wasn't careful or if I didn't get treatment soon. Orion growled then shifted back to Elstan. He stood there holding his foot down on my lower back

Survivor by survivor. Week five of tremors. Network connected twelve territories. Roughly three hundred survivors total. Three hundred wolves choosing to fight. Choosing to stay present. Choosing reality over void. Three hundred out of how many? Thousands? Tens of thousands? We didn't know. Didn't want to know maybe. Didn't want to face scope of loss. Scope of destruction. Scope of void's victory. But three hundred was something. Was meaningful. Was real. Three hundred humans choosing presence. Choosing life. Choosing reality.