Survivor Z Novels & Stories

“Thanks to the survival plan you gave me, the Scott family finally has a shelter this secure. Otherwise, we’d probably still be scrambling outside. But I’m curious. You’re Janine’s fiancé. Why give me the survival plan? Why help me compete with her for the new base’s leadership?” It was because in my previous life, she was the only one who collected my body. She risked being discovered and snuck out at night, carrying me in her arms as she fled the base. At the time, I couldn’t even remember who she was. However, I will never forget the tears that fell at the corner of my eye. It wasn’t until Janine caught her and she endured endless torture without revealing where she had buried me that I r

【Isabella, mission failed. The twenty-five-year limit has expired. You are no longer permitted to continue.】 The Program had never cared what kind of love saved me. Family, trust, desire, devotion—any bond that reached 100% would count. And I had lost them all. I stood outside Saint Sebastian’s Church.The Survival Program spoke while I stood outside Saint Sebastian’s Church. Through the half-open doors, Adrian Moretti kissed Sophia Lane beneath a storm of applause. The Moretti crest gleamed on his chest, and the ring that should have been mine sat on her finger.

She told me about the operations in Elysium Refuge, the situation outside, and how many people were still struggling to survive. "You were in the military before?" she asked me one day. "I was in the military academy. But the apocalypse hit before I could graduate." "Do you have family?" "My parents went missing during the first wave of the outbreak. I had a girlfriend once." Iris quickly caught the "once" in my words. But she didn't ask more until two weeks later. That day, I was in the training room, testing my maximum strength, when Iris rushed in with a serious expression. "We've received a distress signal. The coordinates point to the ruins in the eastern district. A survivor group of a

to express his joy. After a while, Ava's resentment and Cheng's satisfaction ends when the girl shrieked in surprise. Her eyes never leave the picture of the apple green skin that covered some of her flesh. One of her feet and some of her fingers reveal a bare-bones view. "I am a zombie?" Her face twisted in confusion... [Even the name is “Z system” it's a written you will have an appearance of a zombie!"] Cheng palms his forehead in strain. Firmly believe that she is somewhat foolish in certain things just a little bit more talkative than her mother...

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.

Alex screamed from a stretcher, his face covered in dust and blood. Then he spotted Maddie and me standing there, both safe and on our feet. He went still. A second later, he broke down. "Kayla... I'm sorry. I should've listened to you. That corner wasn't safe. The ceiling came down on us. Rainee lied. She got us all hurt!" I looked at him coldly. They'd made their choice. They'd gambled with their own lives. "Over here! More survivors!" A rescuer's shout rang out from deep in the rubble.

The survivors stared up in shock, barely processing that they were still alive, their eyes fixed on the helicopters hovering above. Men rappelled down one after another. Last to jump was a young woman with a ponytail. They stood above the bunker entrance, looking down at the group below. "Hey," the girl said, the only woman among them. "You Ark One residents?" "Yes, we are!" one man answered quickly. Just then, a sharp scream cut through the air. "Aaah! Gideon, you idiot! Your sister's already turning into a zombie! Why did you bring her back here?" Penelope screamed, her voice shrill with panic.

What if that family is the source of a child's grief, suffering, and abuse? So, how will that child deal with and survive her torturous life, which is the source of her tears? How is that child going to shape her life and future? A family which is also the key to her life is the one breaking her apart; how can she trust people and feel secure if she cannot trust her only family and feel safe within. As the above phrase describes "Family was supposed to be my haven but it's also the place where I got my deepest heartache from" This is my story, my "Survival Journey"!

comforted Xavia as she handed them to the child. Outstretching his hand to take a packet of cookies, he then opened the packet before handing it to Xavia and Zivon while saying, “Let’s share.” Upon hearing that, Zivon—who was still trying to start the fire—sternly replied, “I didn’t eat or drink for four days while undergoing survival training in the wilderness, you know? With that said, I’ll survive the night without food and water. You can just share that with Aunt.” This made Xavia remember Keith’s statement about Zivon having suffered more than anyone else. Feeling slightly uncomfortable, Xavia was prompted to say, “I’m not hungry either. Just finish up those cookies and keep yourself we

The soldier destroyed the computer. Adam and his father were left with no choice but to fight. They fight the best that they could. They could not even tell until when will they survive. Kris gathered all her strength. She did her best to kept the energy from flowing. Dr. Z noticed it. He opened the Z Pod. “Damn it”, he exclaimed. He grabbed an injection and inject it in Kris right arm. “Let us see, how far you will survive. I will sip every drop from you”, uttered Dr. Z.