Survivor Z Novels & Stories

The abnormal weather had killed many survivors. In my past life, I'd only arrived at a safe zone five months after the zombie outbreak. There'd been elite soldiers and over a hundred thousand survivors there. Over a hundred of these safe zones were scattered across the country, significantly contributing to mankind's survival. "Why aren't we leaving now since the safe zones have already been set up?" Mom asked me. I looked at the snow outside. "It's highly likely we'll freeze to death in this weather if our car breaks down." …

Rotting hands began reaching in to grab their ankles and legs, slowly dragging the pair, who were still biting and clawing at each other, toward the edge of the balcony. “No! Help! Xavier, save me!” I simply stood there, watching her with a blank expression. The next second, the two of them tumbled over the edge together. Their screams were instantly swallowed by the howling horde below. After those two pieces of good-for-nothings were dealt with, I didn’t feel much relief, because the surveillance monitor showed that Ruth was in very bad shape. Three S-class zombies had surrounded her. Even though she had killed two of them, the last one—a mutated zombie king—had ambushed her.

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.

Three months flew by and Zhi Yin is now in Y City. This past three months, Zhi Yin already gathered a lot of materials but he knew that it is not still enough, that's why he still flew to different cities to buy more as he know that only 40% of the population of Edrinon are the only one who turns into zombies while the 60% survives and arrives at the safe bases across the country and. But because of the shortage of food and other materials, in just a span of two years after the apocalypse began, 20% of the Edrinon Citizens who survive for these two year, died because of hunger and because of some common sickness that can be healed if there's only enough medicine.

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 look away, unable to watch the ones that are unable to survive without whatever was in those tubes. “At the door, Zion,” Adriana warns. I swing the door open just as the guard turns the corner, rifle ready, but I’m faster and take the shot, hitting him between the eyes. Milena lowers the tubes, and we get the survivors; there are only 5 who are alive. We move as fast as we can, even though this will slow us down. “Leave them, and move,” Uncle’s voice comes. I know he’s right, but… I lift three up, tossing them on my shoulders as the ones who can walk a little better stagger along blindly.

Fiadh says quietly, and my attention is immediately shifted away from Xiu surprising admission. I put my arm over my friend's shoulder to offer her comfort and I take a deep breath. If the Froles want to play rough. I can play rough. I have had to scavenge and work from a young age to support my siblings and this is no different. I can be rough and rude if that's what it takes to help my new family. "My name is Zuri. I am proud to be from Earth. These women beside me have survived more than you ever have," I snap harshly toward the female Froles viciously, and Fiadh leans into me even more.

“Watch her, feed her water from time to time, and do not let the fan stray from her,” Zeedar carefully instructs Dessery, who nods. He proceeds outside with a bottle of water in hand. Ziason is seated in the shade, so Zeedar walks across to meet him. He sits down beside him and thrusts the bottle to him. Ziason receives the bottle and immediately gulps down all of its content. “Thank you,” he mutters after. Zeedar nods, looking ahead—at the hut. After a while of silence, he asks. “How did you survive? I buried your body myself. You were completely dead.”

I look away, unable to watch the ones that are unable to survive without whatever was in those tubes. “At the door, Zion,” Adriana warns. I swing the door open just as the guard turns the corner, rifle ready, but I’m faster and take the shot, hitting him between the eyes. Milena lowers the tubes, and we get the survivors; there are only 5 who are alive. We move as fast as we can, even though this will slow us down. “Leave them, and move,” Uncle’s voice comes. I know he’s right, but… I lift three up, tossing them on my shoulders as the ones who can walk a little better stagger along blindly.

"You are talking nonsense." Dmitri immediately tilted his head as he look at Elara with such a cold expression. "Talking nonsense? Should I gauge your eyeballs and cut your tongue for speaking nonsense, Elara?" Elara immediately chuckled in amusement. "I'd like to see you try, Me. Clean-up boy." "You..." The leader of Unit 3, a wiry man named Garret, cleared his throat. "Enough! With all due respect, I think I agree with Dmitri sir, Zaden is the sole survivor. That raises... questions."