Yellowjackets Survivors Novels & Stories

I cast a deep glance at the survivors—Drew Dunn, Jasmine Donovan, and Dexter Wallace—then moved aside the debris blocking the staircase and headed down. "Well, the job’s done. Time to collect our payment." Caelan Shaw immediately pulled Nancy Sullivan along, afraid of being left behind. Though Nancy Sullivan had just finished throwing up, her face pale and drawn, her eyes were surprisingly bright as she gazed at me with pure admiration. Drew Dunn, Jasmine Donovan, and Dexter Wallace huddled together, watching the backs of the four of us as we went downstairs and muttering amongst themselves. When we reached the first-floor living room, Nancy Sullivan tugged on my sleeve, introducing excited

People who had chosen to hunt them. As the survivors gathered in a shaken circle, trying to decide what to do next, a sharp whistle pierced the morning air. High, shrill, and deliberate. It echoed through the jungle, answered a moment later by another whistle, closer this time. Jenna’s blood turned to ice. They weren’t just being watched—they were being surrounded. From the treeline, something shifted—too large for an animal, too quick for the wind. A dark silhouette slipped back into the foliage before Jenna caught its outline. Her pulse thundered. They weren’t shadows anymore. They were here. She met Steeve’s eyes, both of them wide with realization. The hunt had already begun.

Julian wipes black ichor from his mouth—smile satisfied. **Julian:** “One queen down. Eleven nests remain. The night is still young.” Remy laughs—wild, relieved. **Remy:** “Who’s next on the menu?” I look up—swarm shadows still dark across the sky, but thinner now. Sirens wail distant—human survivors emerging. News drones hover—broadcasting the victory live. The world watches. **Celeste (voice carrying, crown blazing):** “New York stands. Earth fights back.”

I initially thought my teammates would welcome me, and my wife would hug me, but instead, the vehicle's door was firmly locked. Roars belonging to high-tier zombies came from every direction. Overhead, micro drones trained their cams on me, showing the camp's survivors how wounded and in despair I was. Wade Carter, Jasmine Cole's male best friend, was a useless bum who couldn't muster the guts to kill even a single, regular zombie even though it'd been three years since the apocalypse.

Day twenty-five of the apocalypse. The last drop of water in the penthouse was gone. For the past three days, Julian and Jessica had survived on the water from the toilet tank. Now even the sludge at the bottom had been licked clean. If they did not go out and look for food and water, they would die of thirst within two days.

I waited three days. I ate meals, made my bed, chatted with Marcus Kieller, and thanked Diane for the soup. Between Jake and me, there was nothing but a shared look — no words. Seven survivors. One confirmed insider. As for the other four, Jake and I couldn't risk assuming there wasn't a second pair of eyes among them. On the third night, the lights went out, and everyone lay down to sleep. A faint blue glow bled out from the direction of the incubation unit.

It was the same man who injected the blue vile. His yellow eyes were emotionless and his lips were on a thin line as he looked at Jessica. "Enough." He said. "We're wasting time here." Then his eyes locked into mine for a second before it looked up at the other survivors. "All of you here are will have the chance to live with us since the land isn't safe for you anymore. Should you decide to do so, we will give you homes and even provide for you, on the exchange that you lend us your support and assistance to help others like you."

Every heartbeat was a reminder that survival was no longer just about us—it was about ensuring the nightmare ended. And just as we neared the exit, a flicker on the monitors caught my attention. A single screen, untouched by the collapse, pulsed with light. It displayed a message—one line, simple, chilling: “You think this is over? You’ve only awakened me.” My heart froze. I turned to Jax, who mirrored my horror. This wasn’t the end. Not even close.

If it hadn't been that Robins was a step away, the fight between Estrada and I would have ended badly. The SIG MOSQUITO found its way to the back of Estrada's head, and Robins commanded him not to move as I started tying up his hands. “ Put the call to the command center for Exfil,” “ Yes, commander.” “ And let them know to bring the recovery team.” With that we both looked over at Hughes. Present time I sat at the chair facing the computer screens and watched the families, the kids playing, the men laughing and the women on the side gossiping. I truly made something here, my name, will forever live amongst these families long after they have all lived and died.

he answered. "Did you check his room for any parasites left? Maybe some of them had escaped and we didn't see them," I said. "Wait a minute! I remembered the worm that jumped towards my face and I swatted it. It slammed into the wall. I thought it was already dead," I said. "I think it didn't die and just waited for the opportunity to find another host. Unfortunately, it was my sister who was the unfortunate victim this time," Alpha Jett said. "You are right. Is your brother Jayden's room clear of parasites now?" I asked.