Survivor Z Novels & Stories

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

I laugh as I reach behind my back and pull the gun free and aim it at him. “Nah, you won’t make it off these grounds alive. Sorry, but I like it here.” I fire, hitting him in the shoulder as all hell breaks loose. I fire at anything that moves as my team fight as well. I run towards my zio and zia when it happens. I stop dead in my tracks. I scream as I run to them. The man I shot has shot them both. I check zia and she is dead, no. I check zio and he is still alive barely.

They were no longer fearful of death. The conditions in their living space became increasingly strict and harsh as the food and beds were gradually decreasing. They had to maintain high alert at all times to survive, and in the end, only one was left alive out of the hundred children that were in the base. That child would become the heir of the ZF organization. After the 14 year old Jayden had killed all of his comrades and eventually became the heir of the ZF organization, he was the perfect killing machine to be used against the Clemon Family.

Zayla stares at the mark, Liam, and the ruins of the altar. “I don’t care,” she says, and it’s not bravado, just fact. “We’re together. We survived.” Bella grins, then hugs her sister so hard they both lose their balance and fall, laughing, onto the glassy stone. Liam stirs, eyes opening slowly and uncertain. “Did we win?” he mumbles. Zayla brushes his hair out of his eyes. “We survived. For now, that’s enough.” They sit together in the crater, holding on, as the sun rises and the world waits for their next move.

i recounted Zane’s words. I swallowed and raised my gun and aimed at its head. “Hold still.” “Breathe” I followed all the processes Zane had taught me on target shooting.. I got a clear shot and I fired. The bullet pierced straight through its skull. And instantly the zombie came crashing down.. The arena exploded with gasps.. then cheers followed. A deafening chant of “Nayaa!! Nayaa…” filled the entire arena. My heart raced wildly, it wasn’t over yet.

It raised BaoBao's suspicions. [Do you mean…?] /I think we now know how the original soul died./ [Are you saying this is when the original soul died too? Then- Then- Isn't every fight life threatening now?] BaoBao recalled the ways she had died across the different worlds. /Probably./ Zira recalled how she had survived this time round. /I should thank Neoma. She didn't just save me this one time. She gave me an idea./ [Eh? What is it? What is it?] BaoBao asked excitedly.

Elias sprinted to him. Alexander ran to Lena. “Lena—you used the core again—you’re burning yourself out—!” She shook her head violently. “No. I won’t choose. I WON’T choose!” Z-04 recovered and stepped toward her. The ground trembled. Alexander stood beside her. Elias shielded Jay. The prototype bared its teeth. Z-04 lowered its head. “Then you will choose by survival.” Lena whispered: “What does that mean?” Z-04 spread its arms.

She knew that if Zander hadn't escaped the car, or if he'd been pinned under the current, crossing this bridge was pointless. But what if he made it? She forced herself to think like a survivor. After the impact and the fall, Zander was likely mangled. He wouldn't just crawl onto the nearest bank and expose himself to the flashlights—that would be a suicide mission. He would hold his last breath, dive deep, and let the current carry him as far downstream as possible. The opposite bank was lower, backed by jagged rock formations and abandoned peaks—perfect for a "dead zone" where scents and tracks could be lost.

A top-tier support, a top-tier defense, plus my system and maxed-out combat skills… They made for the ultimate combination in an apocalypse! In the days that followed, we did not just hide in the system space. I farmed rage points by luring zombies, exchanged them for supplies, and traveled north with my parents, rescuing many kind-hearted survivors and establishing our own survivor base. Dad became the most popular person on the base. Every day at mealtimes, long lines formed outside the cafeteria, all for a bite of Chef Stewart's beef brisket. It not only filled their stomachs but also gave them superhuman strength and endless spirit.

"You can't take her kidneys! Ms. Clara Winton was bitten by a venomous snake. The toxin has spread throughout her body. All her organs are compromised. She took a strong analgesic two days ago. Today is her last day." Silence fell over the room. I was dying from snake venom, yet my mother didn't even notice. All she cared about was cutting out my kidney to save the adopted daughter she loved more. My soul hovered above it all, watching as the nurse called my mother. "Hello, are you the parents of Ms. Clara Winton? Your daughter passed away at 11:00 am." The line clicked dead before she could finish. "Scammer! How dare you curse my daughter!"