The Last Survivor Book Novels & Stories

“He didn’t even say goodbye to me and now I know why.” “Brock, do you really believe-?” Troy stated. “I don’t want to, but like she said, he was the last person that was with her,” Brock said. “There’s got to be another explanation,” Barry said. “We’ve known the guy for years. He was in the war zone with us.” “I know, but….it doesn’t look good,” Brock said. “Lindsay,” Lexi began. “The last thing you remember was that you were with Connor. Do you remember what you two were talkin’ about? What you were doing?”

My hand was shaking because I was afraid to do the thing I had never done before. The dark and narrow surroundings were full of guns pointed at around me. "Let me go, Lever because for what you have done, there is nothing left in Winchester, if you kill me, they will kill you either," President Hernandez told me. They didn't really know that my father's Rifle was still alive, they still believe that I'm the last Winchester. "If I'm going to die too? Why don't I take you with me?" I whispered to Jacob Hernandez. "Lever, release President Hernandez," Secretary Luke ordered me.

Samuel's bloodcurdling scream echoed through the Hall of Souls Clinic. Everyone sucked in a sharp breath. Michelle's cane slipped from her hand and clattered to the floor as her legs gave out beneath her. Jason drew in a sharp breath, his eyes widening in shock. The reporter nearly dropped her microphone. Even the livestream comments went silent for nearly ten seconds. A hero praised by millions. A philanthropist who was on the verge of receiving the city's highest civilian honor. Yet at death's door, those were the words that came out of his mouth.

Due to so much pain inside me, I felt like I cannot breathe and I was hyperventilating, I felt like the world was spinning around me and I slowly felt the darkness around me no matter how much I tried to clear my head I could not and before I could fall I felt a strong arm wrapping me and holding me close to his body saying sweet nothings to me. And I knew...knew I was in safe haven, my safe haven Ronin who will love me and protect me from every evil in this world. Ronin...Ronin was the last thing I said and I gave up and surrendered to the darkness.

“That’s right. I have never loved you. I saved you, coaxed you, and called you my wife… all because you’re strong and could keep me alive. In this cannibalistic apocalypse, emotions are the most useless thing. Only self-interest keeps us alive. Now that you remember everything, do whatever you want with me. Kill me if you like.” Even as I said that, my nails dug deep into my palms. I couldn’t accept it. Was this really the ending someone like me deserved? Weren’t the truly vile ones Callie and Dan? All I ever wanted… was to survive. Ruth stared at me intently. Just when I thought she was about to crush me like she had crushed countless zombies, she suddenly stepped forward. Then, she grabbed

She rolled her eyes but put the gun on its stand. ‘It is unloaded, and the safety is on. It isn’t my first time holding a gun.’ She said, reaching for the MRE packets and reading them. I went to the small bathroom and checked the faucet and lo and behold there was running water still. Alice came to see when she heard the sound of water. ‘What is that place?’ She signed her eyes wide with wonder and excitement. I chuckled. “I think this place belonged to one of those survivalists, but I guess he wasn’t living in this world anymore.” Alice hummed and went back to the supply room.

“How could I not blame myself, James? No one from them survives. They are all gone and it's—” Just before I could finish my words, I was suddenly interrupted when someone spoke not far from our direction, which captured my focus. “Emerald, I was still alive.” I stood up from the ground when I saw Allison. She was wounded and struggling to walk as she approached us. My reaction brightened seeing her alive. “Allison?” I mumbled, meeting her. “Yes, it's me, Emerald. I was the last survivor. All the wolves are gone now a-and my father as well…” Allison blurted, her voice trembling when she mentioned her father.

I looked at the ground in disappointment, knowing there weren’t any clear answers. “Except for one,” Petra added. My eyes widened as I looked at her. “One girl who claimed to be one of the remaining survivors of the first captivity.” Sophie placed her hand on mine and tightly squeezed it. Everyone was confused, scared, and frightened with all of these revelations. It scared me more for the things waiting for us in The Yonder. “She said a deal was made.” I felt my heartbeat against my ribcage and my stomach-churning. Lord Victor’s voice echoed inside my head. I felt nauseous.

, he told me “ But there must be someone in last 8 years who could have survived against this book I mean someone must have tried or help you succeed in getting rid of this book and even getting their life back to normalcy”, I inquired him “ I exactly don't remember but as far as my knowledge around 6 years back there was a girl who made news by reading this book and still her life stayed simple as by that time this book was considered and was categorized into the list of one of the most cursed books in the world”, he tells with a mix of assurance in his voice along with the doubt

The crowd erupted in quiet cheers, whistles, claps, and laughter—joy sweeping through the clearing like sunlight breaking through clouds. I found myself smiling so wide my cheeks ached. Tonight, we remembered. And tonight, we celebrated. We were more than survivors—we were something new. And we were just getting started. *Note from the author* Book two Starts in the next chapter. "What Rose From the Ashes" I hope everyone has enjoied reading "What Survived the Burn" as much as I have enjoied writing it. This is why I see no other way than to begin book two...