Yellowjackets Survivors Novels & Stories

He looked so sad and regretful that others find it hard to joke around. “I had no spouse or children, but I have a mother and grandmother at home. I was able to save my mom when the outbreak came while my grandma mutated the moment I came home. But while trying to flee, my mom got bitten and mutated too. This apocalypse really took a lot from us, didn't it?” “Oh how I wish there could be a vaccine already, so we'll have to stop risking our lives like this everyday, so we'll be able to sleep without worrying about the safety of our loved ones.” Jack looked at the sky, wistful.

Whether I had to go for help or wait it out, it'd be safer. I still got in the car with them because I had questions. Last time, after I died, my consciousness just... drifted. I saw Lana show up with the rescue team to collect my body. She looked wrecked—but I heard her whisper to Felix, "Thank God." Right up until I faded out, I never understood why. This time, I would. "Alright, everyone—let's crank it!" Felix shouted, and harsh DJ music exploded through the car. Vincent and Donelia got excited instantly.

Thankfully, they had a unique colour and stood out in this green scenery. Tracer smiled when he saw how easily Jessica collected the blue eggs. Indeed, this was a job only she could do. After this, the couple should recuperate at the cafeteria with Zen before they deal with Party Undead. Revenge was best served cold. Unlike them, the Shredder was heavily poisoned. If he wasn’t dead yet, he was very crippled. It was a perfect opportunity for a rematch. If possible, Tracer wanted to wipe Team Undead out in this event.

Complete silence. "How..." She stopped, tried again. "...how did he survive?" Monica said. Her voice was shaking so badly, she could barely get the words out. Nobody had an answer. I felt something inside me snap—not explosively, quietly, coldly. My bloodlust rolled through the room, the lights overhead flickered as everyone instinctively stepped back. I didn't even realize I'd released it. "He is an Alpha. Son of a pack leader," My voice barely sounded like my own. "And yet here he is. Laid up in a hospital, in our pack, with wounds consistent with torture." My body trembled from uncontrollable rage.

Through the flames. Through the chaos. Through the death. We reached the surface. The facility crumbled behind us. I collapsed. Elena caught me. "Scarlett!" "I'm okay." "You're not okay." "I'm alive." "That's all that matters." I smiled. "Elena, we did it." "Yes. We did it." I looked at the ruins. Sarah was gone. The virus was destroyed. But there was still James O'Malley. Still out there. Still planning. Still waiting.

Johnny’s moods were infectious like that. “No shit? Read some of them to me?” Then he did, and I knew we had something special. An hour later I was rallying the troops, and by breakfast, me and Hank and Bobby were on our way back to the airport. The next time I visited my hometown, I’d be the lone survivor of that horrible show. The last of The Yellow Kings. Reggie, Hank, Bobby, and Johnny would be dead. ***

The helicopter slowly landed and loud swirling noises from the rotor was getting loudest to the core. The helicopter slowly landed as it kept making loud noises the more. After it had finally landed, they all slowly came out. People were outside waiting for them. They all screamed, and reporters started asking questions with their microphones and taking pictures, and videos. How was the zombie apocalypse in Morgan's High?? Are you certainly all the only survivors?? How does it feel to be lucky to be alive??

"You should tell the survivors under you to go inside, then. It's not wise for people to fall sick intentionally," Darren finally voiced out with a heavy sigh. "Oh, yeah. You all can go back into the building, please," Justin finally said with a defeated expression as he turned to address the survivors. Without wasting much time, the survivors made their way into the building, leaving Justin, Darren, Ivy, and Erick standing beneath the falling snow. "We've been working since morning. We should have a meal now," Justin voiced out seriously, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Poppy lifted her face to look at Evander; she hoped her relationship with him could improve from here on out. However, moments later, the iron gate guarding the base from the outside world began to open. A sign that the monster situation outside was over and that the base, with the help of the survivors, had successfully killed the monsters attacking their base. The survivors waiting inside the base began cheering joyfully when they realised their situation was still safe. However, unexpectedly for the survivors at the base, a group of strangers entered along with the base guards. Whispers began to spread among the survivors. “It looks like they’re the group that lured those monsters to our

Jorin’s already pouring water into a tin cup when I step out. He hands it to me without meeting my eyes. “You bleeding?” “Just a scratch.” I lie, taking a big gulp of the water. “You?” “I’ll live,” he mutters. “She found you?” Both Bram and Jorin say it to one another at the same time. A beat of silence passes, then Bram lifts an eyebrow. “Guess she’s good at that.” I clear my throat. “Tarik and Villie—do you think more of them survived?”