Yellowjackets Survivors Novels & Stories

Kael stood over the one he’d battered, knife raised. “Wait,” I said. My voice sounded strange, older. He hesitated, knife trembling. “They’re not wolves, Lira. They’re not anything.” “They’re survivors,” I said. “Like us.” He stepped back, breathing hard. Jax groaned. “If you two are done being noble, can someone get me on my feet?”

I wondered aloud. “We’ve searched all the buildings, Luna, but unfortunately we didn’t find any survivors,” Jamien said solemnly, turning his gaze to Mali. “Mali, can you tell us what happened? Weren’t you with Mila and Violet?” Mali sobbed. “I forgot.” “He was so scared. I’m worried that the monster might come back,” I added, my voice shaking. “Don’t worry, you defeated that monster before. It won’t come back,” Jamien tried to reassure us with his words.

“But there was nothing. No one.” Jace exhales, rubbing a hand down his face. “We weren’t here. Not then. We had to move, had to hide. The ones who survived… we didn’t know if anyone else had made it out.” He looks at me again, softer this time. “We thought you were dead, too.” “Jace how did you survive… I saw them kill you…” I question, shaking my head at him. “You did… and I thought I was dead… until my Lycan gene awakened… the same with a lot of others.”

It was easier to discuss difficult things while moving, fighting, doing something with the nervous energy. “The Survivors’ Alliance first,” Ryker said, blocking my strike. “I’ve confirmed six packs with significant numbers. The Clearwater Pack you already know about. Then there’s the Riverside Pack, the Mountain Ridge Pack, Shadow Creek, Willow Bend, and—” he paused, his next strike coming harder than necessary, “—the Red Dawn Pack.” I caught the blade, holding it. “James’s pack.” “What’s left of it, yeah. Thirty-two survivors out of what was originally over eighty members.” Ryker pulled back, resetting. “And James is apparently one of the key leaders in the Alliance. They’re looking to him

He took a big chunk of bite from the human part as Willow watched him in terror. "Because we would adapt, does not mean that we are zombies. We are survivors! If you want us to save your sister, Piper, your grandma, and the Crowville at large, we have to survive!" He started chewing the raw human part as blood dripped down from the meat to his chin. Willow could not take it anymore as she started to vomit inside the cell.

"How have the two of you managed to survive out here on your own? The zombie population has been steadily rising over the last couple of weeks, and it's getting more and more dangerous." Janelle frowns, and I can see her eyes go a little blank. "It's only been the two of us for a couple of days. A week ago there were ten of us. We got ambushed in the night when one of our group members fell asleep while on watch duty. Of the ten of us, Todd and I were the only survivors." "We're sorry for your loss," I say, glancing at Todd. He doesn't look nearly as sad as she does, and I wonder if he's only with Janelle out of necessity, or if he actually enjoys her company.

Noah was pale and weak. Blood covered his shirt. “I think I’m dying.” “You’re not dying,” Mira said calmly. “That felt medically inaccurate!” Then Tess and Jax appeared. Tess immediately collapsed sobbing. Jax looked like he fought a war. Everyone stared at each other. Alive. Barely. Then the white screen appeared above all of them. MISSION COMPLETE. Nobody celebrated. Nobody had the energy. Then new words appeared. And every face turned pale. ONLY HALF OF YOU WILL SURVIVE THE NEXT PHASE The ground beneath them began to crack open.

It was a hidden bunker built into the side of a cliff, a relic from the old pack wars. Jax shoved the heavy iron door open. We stumbled inside. The survivors collapsed on the concrete floor. There were only thirty of us left. Bloodied. Broken. Terrified. Mara rushed over to me. She didn't ask if I was okay. She knew I wasn't. "Sit," she ordered, guiding me to a cot in the corner. I sank down. The relief was instant, but the adrenaline crash was worse. My hands started to shake. "Let me take her," Mara said gently, reaching for Lyra.

The once-impregnable fortress, masquerading as a residential building, now resembled a site devastated by carpet bombing. Every executive inside the villa perished in the explosion, except for one. The lone survivor whimpered in pain, a testament to his survival. Zayn, his hair disheveled and face covered in black smoke, found his leg trapped between a boulder and the ground. He gasped for breath, his survival owed to Jarvis shielding him from the impact. "The house is too small for us, Logan! Hahaha! Let's continue outside!" Jarvis leaped out of a crater and dashed toward the door.

The woods felt awake now, listening to every word. Finally, the elder spoke again. “For generation, this village survived because of the forest.” “No” someone whispered behind him. “Don’t tell her.” but he ignored them. his eyes stayed fixed on me, heavy with old guilt. “Long before you were born, people started disappearing during the winters. Crops failed. Children died. The rivers flooded every season until the land became useless. Then something was found beneath the woods.” A chill crawled up my spine. “Found?”