Survivor Z Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, Lucas turned as white as a ghost as he took a step forward. The moment they both sprang into action, Alison grabbed onto them, holding them back with all her might. "Don't go. It's too dangerous! She will be fine. She has powers. Let's stand guard here for now!" Held back forcefully, Jeffrey and Lucas had no choice but to watch as I became buried in the swarm of zombies. In the next moment, the system's voice reverberated through everyone's minds. [The host, Juliet Cox, is dead. Execution protocol is complete. The savior's mission status: Failed. The protective barrier is no longer in effect.]

“Lena… it hurts… I’m scared…” Lena’s vision blurred with tears. “I know. I’m going to help you. I promise.” Z-04’s roar echoed through the treeline. Elias cursed. “It’s regrouping.” Alexander stood, glow intensifying. “And coming back.” Z-03 rose to its full towering height— shadows stretching lights glowing. “Primary stabilizer. Your decision determines survival. Z-04 will not stop.” Lena stared at Jay— bleeding glowing tears breathing in weak jerks

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.

My colleague, Gary Thompson, kept trying to persuade me to do the dialysis, but I just smiled, took the potent painkiller from his hand, and swallowed it. As a doctor, I knew that once the snake venom spread, not even a miracle could save me. I had at most two days left. I headed to the VIP ward and pushed the door open. A glass of water came flying at me. My mother, Helena Powell, was the one who threw it. "How dare you come back?" she barked.

After a night of the cold front's purge, the survivor count had settled at 5,000,211. Another two million gone. The ones who'd made it through had clearly woken up to the game's brutality. [Buying Universal Fuel!] [Buying tires! Mine are almost shredded!] [That monster last night was terrifying. My door nearly got ripped off. I need to upgrade my sports car!] ... Ten minutes later, Jake closed the system. From the chatter, he'd gathered some useful intel. Killing zombies dropped upgrade blueprints, Universal Fuel, weapons, bread, water, razors, medicine...

"Sadie!" My voice came out rough as I forced my hand up. She ran to me. One look—blood on my head, my face gone purple from the cold—and her expression snapped. The rescue team rushed in, cracking open a first aid kit. "They're trying to kill me!" I pointed at Felix running toward us, my voice shaking. "Felix. Lana. Her parents. They're all in on it!" I barely finished before Felix stumbled up, gasping for air.

he inquired. I gave a nod. “Yes. Why?” He extended his hand in front of me and greeted me with a handshake. “Howdy, Zach. Hello, my name is Azrail,” he made a gesture toward the lady sitting next to him. “Her name is Dabria, and we’ll pick you up and transport you to the site of the Live Suicide.” “Nice to meet you,” was all I could say since the inertia of the situation had not yet dawned on me. Apart from the fact that this limited edition automobile was in front of me, I couldn’t believe Live Suicide existed in the world at all.