Wilderness Survival Novels & Stories

He needed somewhere to recover, plan, gather resources before attempting any rescue of Lyanna. Sleep came fitfully, broken by cold and nightmares where Marcus died repeatedly, each time asking why Uncle Kaelen hadn't saved him. Dawn found him stiff, starving, but grimly determined. He needed food first, then proper direction. The forest might provide the former if he could fashion basic snares. As for navigation, the sun gave rough orientation, but he'd need to find a road or settlement eventually. Moving carefully through underbrush, he searched for game trails. Knight training had included basic woodcraft, skills he'd never imagined needing like this. Small successes accumulated: rabbit tr

I didn't know, and I didn't want to find out. I made a decision to survive, to keep myself alive no matter what it took. Even if it meant crawling on my hands and knees, I was going to find a way out of this forest. I wasn't going to let him win, let him break me down. Hours went by, and I struggled to survive in the wilderness. The forest was a daunting place, with trees so tall that they seemed to touch the sky. The leaves rustled in the wind, and I could hear the chirping of birds in the distance.

He had to take risks if he wanted to survive. As he moved deeper into the wilderness, his hunger intensified, and his body grew weaker. But he pushed on, driven by his will to survive. The snow was relentless, and his paws were numb from the cold. But he kept moving, always scanning for any sign of danger. As the sun began to set, Liam's hunger reached a fever pitch. He knew he had to find food soon, or he would be too weak to continue. He stopped and sniffed the air, trying to pick up the scent of any prey. The smell of rabbit drifted towards him, and he followed it, his heart racing.

Feeling weak in the legs, Alex dropped himself down against a tree and closed his eyes. The past night had been the worst of his life and everything was just getting worse. He was completely lost in the wilderness now. As far as he knew, nobody was even looking for him and he had no food or water at all. The only things he had with him were the clothes on his back. Even the LED light that Hetrick had given him before would have been a godsend last night if he hadn't dropped it in the mine.

“Come on, loser!” “Bite me, jerk!” I call back to him. “Dude, you know she's not going to do it. She's scared of heights. And water. And fish. And lions, and tigers and bears, oh my!” Comes another teasing voice. “You are both jerks!” I yell down at them. “It's really not that bad! Just jump!” Wilder calls up to me. I look down to where he is already in the water, about sixteen feet below me.

"We don't have a refrigerator. We can only do this to preserve food." Uri memorized everything Finn taught him; survival knowledge like this is essential. Day after day, Clement did not come, making Uri extremely impatient. But the wooden house was the rendezvous point. He did not dare to go anywhere and could only wait patiently. Fortunately, with Finn by his side, life is less tedious and feels safer. On the eighth night, a flashlight glimmered in the woods, approaching the wooden house. Finn was the first to notice footsteps in the distance, nervously pulling Uri out of the house and jumping onto a hidden tree branch.

Even if I doubted he would come back for me. It’s been two years, and to be honest, I don’t want him to find me. I’ve managed to stay alive. The original group I was with grew in numbers. At this rate, I’ve almost lost my life more times than I count. About a year ago, I started training in self-defense. I learned how to use a crossbow, gun, and bow and arrow. I have random white scars that mar my legs, stomach, and arms. Nothing gruesome, and they aren’t abundant like some of the other humans. I think all humans have scars of survival at this point. If it’s not from surviving zombie attacks, it’s from surviving the wilderness. Techknowledge belongs to the zombies now, while the humans are s

Leaves and twigs crushed beneath his weight as he sprinted through the underbrush, the wildness of the wilderness matching the untamed fury in his heart. As he raced deeper into the woods, memories of the encounter with Alpha Drake and Amanda, coupled with what happened at Jane's home tore at William's heart. He had heard stories of lone wolves seeking solace in the embrace of nature, finding peace amidst the untamed beauty of the forest. In his anger and confusion, he hoped that the wilderness would grant him the clarity he so desperately needed.

"And what about you?" Aaron chuckled softly, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Survival, mostly—mostly means finding the best camping spots and bringing the best snacks. No one will ever understand the wilderness as well as someone who knows how to enjoy s'mores," he teased, and I rolled my eyes good-naturedly.