Yellowjackets Survivors Novels & Stories

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...

With that, she slammed the door shut. I stared coldly at the door, pulled out my phone, and opened a forum I often visited. I found an old thread of mine that had once gone viral and left a simple message. "I'm back." The moment it was posted, replies flooded in like a tidal wave. "Finally! Where have you been for the past half year? You promised to come and challenge us in painting!" "Seriously! We've waited for years to see you in person. We have to meet you!"

Ollie suddenly said to Lucas, "Senior, I heard a swamp of zombies has appeared in Yellow Town!" ... "A swamp of zombies?" Lucas smiled, thinking that it was interesting. Lucas looked at Ollie and asked, "Where is Yellow Town?" Ollie quickly told Lucas the location of Yellow Town. "By the way, Senior, I've decided to go to Yellow Town," said Ollie. Lucas thought for a moment and said, "Then let's go there together." Then, Lucas released the Apocalyptic Legion from the System Space and let them go first.

Fuck its cold. Jay. Escape route. Jay. Escape route. Don’t die. Jess was talking to herself trying to keep her mind off of the cold and the fact that she was a mouse in a trap. When she made it around the driver’s door it was obvious that there was a struggle. There was blood on the wheel and a tooth on the seat. “Oh god. Jay.” She said with a cringe. She grabbed Jays flash light and followed the blood trail which led down to the tree line.

The zombie swarm broke through the last line of defense. The chopper closed its door and took off, carrying with it whatever survivors it managed to save. My teammates did not catch the final flight, and they cursed. "Yvonne, you madwoman! You just destroyed our only chance at survival! And that idiot! A guitar? You went all the way back right before the retreat just to get a guitar? You think anyone's interested in your performance?" The curses wouldn't stop coming, and my teammates' fury drained Yves of all color he had. If looks could kill, he'd be more shredded than a pack of shredded cheese.

Grace wouldn't send such hateful messages! She hadn't even been told about the funeral because they were afraid she couldn't handle it. She still didn't know Clara had passed away. Clinging to one last hope, Daniel dialed the number. It connected after two rings, but instead of the soft voice he expected to hear, a mocking tone cut through the line. "Clara, you finally answered. I can't believe you still aren't dead after being bitten by that snake. If you're alive, get back here and transfer everything to me! Do as I say, and I won't have Mom and Dad take your kidney!"

We were on the road towards Palecrest territory within a half hour. Amelia and Kyle took their Jeep and I rode with Dominic. The other two men who I learned were his beta and gamma rode with his mother and their mates The backseat of Dominics vehicle had been folded down and several totes of my belongings the Amelia had been able to save filled the back to the point we couldn't see out the rear window. I knew at least one tote housed some of my parents belongings that she had managed to save and the others were mine I think. I owed her big time for risking herself to save what she did for me. I would find a way to thank her especially since it was my fault we had all been exiled.

The Bastion's heart still thrums in my chest, its golden pulse now syncopated, erratic, as if panicked. Ravel kicks a rock at the structure's base. It disintegrates mid-air. "Phase three," she mutters. "Because phases one and two weren't bad enough." The survivors huddle behind us, their faces gaunt. **Mira** clutches a makeshift med-kit, her hands stained with phosphorescent blood from the wounded. **Jax**, a former engineer turned paranoid survivalist, paces with a drone's severed limb as a weapon. "We need to leave. Now. Before it... does whatever it's gonna do."

"They're just kids." Belladrix's voice echoed again. "Save them, if you must. But one of them carries my mind. And when she wakes, she'll make me look like mercy." Then the screen went black. --- The facility began to shake. "She rigged it!" Talia shouted. "Fallback!" Bella screamed into the comms. "All units to exit point!" From the lower chamber, Sable's voice roared, "We've got survivors! Kids-twenty of them!" "No time for twenty," Lyra snapped. "We have five minutes tops!"

The survivors scattered, seeking refuge in the darkest corners of the warehouse, desperately hoping to evade their impending doom. "We need to find a way out of here," Mark whispered, his voice filled with determination. "There's a back exit, but we have to move quickly and quietly. Stay low and stay together." As they cautiously made their way through the maze-like corridors of the warehouse, the survivors could hear the bloodcurdling screams and growls echoing through the building. The werewolves were closing in, their senses heightened by their supernatural abilities. Suddenly, a pair of glowing yellow eyes emerged from the darkness, fixating on the group. It was the newly turned werewolf