Survivor Z Novels & Stories

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

"Thank you, Sophia. Your sacrifice will not be forgotten." With the surrogate mother chosen, Zavier knew that the hard work was only beginning. He would need to work closely with Sophia, monitoring her health and progress throughout the surrogacy process. He would also need to prepare the pack for the arrival of the new child, ensuring that they were ready to embrace and support their new member. But despite the challenges ahead, Zavier felt a sense of hope and optimism. He knew that with the support of his pack and the dedication of his advisors, he could secure the future of his pack and ensure that they continued to thrive for generations to come.

【Isabella, mission failed. The twenty-five-year limit has expired. You are no longer permitted to continue.】 The Program had never cared what kind of love saved me. Family, trust, desire, devotion—any bond that reached 100% would count. And I had lost them all. I stood outside Saint Sebastian’s Church.The Survival Program spoke while I stood outside Saint Sebastian’s Church. Through the half-open doors, Adrian Moretti kissed Sophia Lane beneath a storm of applause. The Moretti crest gleamed on his chest, and the ring that should have been mine sat on her finger.

How could there be any survivor? The others were silent upon hearing her remarks. But Beta Miguel was quick to catch on as he replied, ‘‘No, there are actually two who survived at that time. One of whom was already been killed a few years ago during our war against Ezekiel. And the other one is...’’ Beta Miguel took a moment of pause. But when he realized something really grave, his eyes widened in sheer shock and terror. And then he shouted, ‘‘Damn it!!! Everyone be careful. Alert everyone with a red alert. It's that bastard Ezekiel who's attacking us!!!’’

Liam couldn't believe he was about to find his little brother. Liam knows, as a university, that place is full of zombies right now. However, he doesn't want to give up. His brother loves survival. Thus, he isn't worried at all. He loves to play video games related to survival. So, for Liam, Jarvis' survival rate is much higher than his. If it weren't for Brandon, he might have died of hunger or died and become a mindless zombie as well. Liam didn't think about that anymore and went to the bathroom to take a shower. The sound of water droplets echoed in the confined space of the bus as he enjoyed a brief moment of solitude in the makeshift bathroom.

The jagged edges of the rods sliced through my skin and blood dripped slowly. I felt woozy. My eyes were too weak to open. The cold floors froze my knees but I couldn't get up, I couldn't yell, I couldn't even think. So I stayed quiet, listening to the voices in the distance. They were faint but I could still tell that my name has been mentioned a few times. Or at least, the name they gave me. “Should we bring the breeder now?” One asked. “Wait a little more, she is next.” The other replied.