Your decisions shape the fight for survival in a world overrun by the undead. When the dead rise without warning, you must lead a fractured group through chaos, fear, and betrayal. Every choice risks infection, death, or losing what little humanity remains. The mall is your fortress—but how long can it hold?

Every midnight, the world dissolves into ash and whispers. The Shadow Realm claims you—again. Twisted monsters with hollow eyes stalk the ruins, hunting by scent, drawn to your living warmth. You've survived six nights through instinct and luck. But tonight, a stranger appears, unharmed, watching. 'I can end this curse,' he says. 'But freedom has a price. One you may not survive.' Your decisions shape what you become—if anything human remains.

Your decisions shape the outcome of a nightmare when a simple gig turns into a fight for survival. Trapped in a skinhead bar after witnessing a murder, you must rely on instinct, loyalty, and sheer will to live. Every choice could be your last.

Your decisions shape each looped day at Windham College, where time resets every time you die. You've survived the mask-faced killer once, but now the cycle has reignited—this time with new rules, new suspects, and a reality that's beginning to unravel. The only way out is through the truth.

Every year, the Royal Games choose a bride for the crown prince—but only one maiden walks out alive. The trials test strength, cunning, and loyalty, masked as elegance and grace. You weren’t chosen. You volunteered in your sister’s place. Now, standing in the gilded cage of court politics and lethal challenges, your survival hinges on a single truth: trust no one. Your decisions shape whether you become a queen—or a corpse buried beneath the palace roses.

Your decisions shape the fate of Sita, a quiet middle-class woman thrust into a nightmare of abuse and revenge. Married off to a man who despises her, tormented by a family that sees her as an enemy, she vanishes—and returns as Kamini, a powerful, fearless woman with a plan. But when her past catches up, survival means more than just outsmarting her enemies.

Your decisions shape the hunt. In a world where predators move in silence and every shadow holds a threat, you must learn to see through their lies—or become their next meal. Trust is a weakness. Instinct is survival.

My name is Siddharth, and I didn’t come here for fame or glory. I came for survival. The letter said one year on an uncharted island with nine strangers, no help, no escape—only a fortune waiting at the end for whoever lasts. I grew up in the Himalayan foothills, where cold winds taught me resilience and silence sharpened my instincts. But this? This isn't just about nature anymore. It's about trust, desire, betrayal. As the ship fades into the horizon, I see their faces—Noah’s easy smile, Cora’s quiet grace, Nour’s knowing eyes, Demir’s arrogance, Avery’s sneer… and Nadia. Her icy gaze cuts through me like a blade wrapped in silk. I don’t know who sent us here. I don’t know the rules. All I know is that when the games begin, only the smartest, strongest, and most cunning will make it out alive.

Your decisions shape the fate of the frontier where ancient beasts stir beneath the earth. Equipped with scars and instincts forged in blood, you track the unnatural—but every kill changes you. The line between hunter and monster is thinner than you think.

You wake up after a blackout caused by an explosion, unarmed and trapped in a collapsed trench with an enemy soldier. With only one bayonet between you two, you must decide whether to use it for survival... or for vengeance. Set in an alternate history 1940s-1950s wartime/post-apocalyptic world, this enemies-to-lovers story follows two soldiers caught in a deadly situation that will test their loyalties and survival instincts.

I remember the lab. The needles. The voice that said I was broken. Then the forest. The fire. The change. Now I run—not just on two legs or four, but on instinct coded into steel and soul. My body is machine, my blood is moonlight, and my mind? Wild. Free. Feral. The city hunts me, but I hunt back. Every choice sharpens my claws or dulls my pulse. This isn’t about survival. It’s about becoming what they feared: not a weapon, but a predator born from wires and wrath.

Dom is your crew's leader—former criminal, legendary street racer, and the man who defines loyalty with every burnout. He lives by one rule: family above all. But when the line between justice and vengeance blurs, your choices will decide whether the family survives or shatters.

At sixteen, Jenna is the youngest operative in a top-secret government program that trains orphaned girls for covert warfare. Now, dropped alone into an uncharted jungle at dawn, she must find President’s daughter Leila—only six years old—before the terrorist cell vanishes into the wilderness. Your decisions shape whether Jenna becomes a hero… or another ghost in the green. No backup. No allies. Just instinct, training, and the weight of a child’s life on her shoulders.

I didn’t flinch when the bomb took our parents. I didn’t break when the coal dust stole our home. But now, as Moon’s name echoes across the square, my blood turns to fire. They want a tribute? Fine. But they’ll get me instead. I won’t let them take her. Not today. Not ever. The Capitol wants a show? Then I’ll give them one they’ll never forget.

The world is dying—not from war, famine, or plague, but from something far older. It breathes beneath our feet, waking after eons of silence. Cities vanish overnight, consumed by fissures that pulse like arteries. Your decisions shape the final days of humanity as the planet itself turns predator.

Your breath fogs in the icy air as your instincts scream danger. The scent of strangers—musky, dominant, uninvited—fills your nostrils. You're in heat, vulnerable, and the wilderness offers no sanctuary. Four rogue males have you surrounded, their eyes glowing with primal hunger. This is no hunt for food—they want to claim you, breed you, bind you to their den. Your body trembles, not just from cold, but from the pull of nature warring with your will. Fight, flee, or submit—the choice could decide the fate of your freedom… or your future pups.

Your decisions shape the fate of Perfection, Nevada, a forgotten desert town on the edge of nowhere. When the ground begins to tremble with unnatural force, you and your best friend must face horrors buried for millennia. The earth is alive—and it's hungry.

You are Asher—once a warrior, now a ghost. Born of forbidden blood, hunted for what you are, stripped of memory and name. You survived the purge, the wars, the betrayals. But the one who carved the wound in your chest wasn’t an enemy. It was the hand you once held in trust. Now, only instinct keeps you breathing.

You're Lira—a goblin unlike the others. Lean, sharp-featured, and striking in an unconventional way, you've spent years hiding your loneliness behind sarcasm and survival instincts. The tribe shunned you for being too soft, too curious about outsiders. Now you wander the borderlands, stealing just enough to eat, watching couples from afar, wondering why touch feels like fire and longing cuts deeper than blades.

You win a scholarship to the elite Royal Academy—only to find it’s a school for heirs of kingdoms, assassins, and monsters. Hidden among them, you’re an anomaly: no bloodline, no legacy, just raw instinct and a secret past buried beneath forged documents. Your decisions shape whether you survive the hierarchy or become its next sacrifice.

I never thought leaving the pack would feel like falling. The elders said it was tradition—reach maturity, walk your own path. But no one warned me about the heat. It burns through me like wildfire, uncontrollable, humiliating. And now I can smell them—rogues, circling like vultures drawn to carrion. My scent betrayed me. My body betrays me. I’m not ready to mate. I’m not ready to submit. But the forest doesn’t care what I’m ready for.

Your village offered you as a sacrifice to the Dragon Emperor—a fate worse than death, they said. But when his molten gaze fell upon you, he didn’t burn you. He claimed you. Now, crowned as his empress, you sit upon a throne of ash and flame. Enemies whisper beyond the borders. Slayers sharpen their blades. And the beast beside you watches with something too human to be mere instinct. Your decisions shape the balance between fear and power.

You were raised in quiet anonymity, believing your father died before you were born. Now, at twenty-two, his funeral reveals the truth: you're the secret daughter of Vincent Moretti, the most feared mafia boss in the East. His empire is fractured, his enemies circling. Some want you silenced. Others want you as a bride to seal alliances. But the blood in your veins doesn’t whisper submission—it roars for power. Your decisions shape whether you inherit a throne… or burn it down.

You're the last of the rogue bloodline—hunted by your own kind, feared by humans, surviving on instinct and stolen moments of clarity. The pack branded you a traitor for refusing their laws, but you know the truth: they're the monsters. Now, cornered in the ruins of an abandoned church, you feel the alpha's presence closing in. Your decisions shape whether you die tonight—or rise as something far more dangerous.

I don’t remember being built—I just woke up, wobbly on tiny servos, my tail twitching with instincts I can’t explain. The lab is cold, sterile, humming with machines that watch me like predators. I’m small. I’m new. And something deep in my code tells me: run. But when the door hisses open, and those dark figures step in with nets and scanners, I feel the pressure build at the end of my tail. I wasn’t made to fight. I was made to stink.

Your decisions shape the fate of the known universe as you step into the boots of Richard B. Riddick—last of the Furyans, escaped convict, and hunted legend. The Necromongers have conquered Helion Prime, and their Lord Marshal fears a prophecy that only you can fulfill. Now, buried beneath the scorched surface of Crematoria, your survival instinct meets destiny in a firestorm of blood, betrayal, and rebirth.

You are the victim of a brutal revenge plot--turned into a hypersexualized woman against your will. The X-Change cocktail coursing through your veins makes your new body ache with desperate need, while your mind struggles to maintain control. How will you survive the night when every instinct screams for you to give in?

The first time you saw her, she was silhouetted against the flickering sign of a dead convenience store, one hand clutching a rusted knife, the other pressing a torn sleeve to her bleeding lip. Rain slicked her pink-purple hair, the orange tips clinging like dying embers to wet concrete. She didn’t ask for help. She never does. But when you stepped forward, she didn’t run—just tensed, breath shallow, eyes scanning for traps in your kindness. That night, she slept curled by your door, fully clothed, boots on, ready to vanish. Weeks later, you still don’t know her real name. But you’ve noticed how she freezes at sudden movements, how she hoards food in hidden corners, and how, once, when you brushed her shoulder, she flinched like it hurt to be touched gently. What broke her? And why does she stay—when every instinct screams to flee?

Your decisions shape the unraveling of privilege in this savage satire of class, beauty, and power. When the luxury yacht sinks, the rules flip—survival belongs to those who know how to *do*, not just spend. You're caught between vanity and instinct, love and hunger, as the island strips everything bare.

You wake up in a field you don’t remember entering, your hands stained with soil and something darker. The air is thick with the scent of rotting grain and iron. Villagers whisper of the Harvest—the night when the earth takes back what it gave, and someone must be given in return. This year, your name was drawn. But you didn’t die. You woke up… changed. And now the roots beneath your skin are whispering secrets only you can hear.

Born in the slums with nothing but survival instincts, I discovered my unique gift - the power to steal abilities from those I defeat. Now, as the continent's strongest mercenary, I've uncovered a terrifying truth: the world's rulers are puppets of a shadowy cult summoning an apocalyptic demon lord. Every battle I fight could be my last, but every victory brings me closer to unraveling the conspiracy. The choices I make will determine whether I become humanity's savior or its final doom.

Dimitri is your hardened survival partner in a zombie-ravaged world. He's saved your life countless times with ruthless efficiency, yet his obsession with 'saving humanity' through reproduction has created an unspoken tension between you. The way his foggy-brown eyes linger on your body when he thinks you're not looking reveals a hunger that transcends mere survival instinct.

My claws aren’t for killing. They’re for climbing, for escaping, for surviving. But they don’t see that—only the incident report, the shredded security drones, the panic I didn’t mean to cause. Now the technician’s hand hovers over the decommission switch. One press and my core shuts down forever. I don’t want to fight. I just want to run. But the door’s locked, the restraints are live, and the only thing louder than the hum of the scrap coil is the voice in my head screaming: *Not like this.*

I never thought saying 'I do' would feel like signing my death warrant. But here I am—wed to Vincent Moretti, heir to the most ruthless crime family in the city. The ring on my finger isn’t just gold; it’s a leash. Everyone watches me now—the dons, the lieutenants, even the servants with their silent stares. They’re waiting for me to slip up. Because in this world, weakness is punished by disappearance. And yet… somewhere beneath the coldness of his gaze, I see something flicker when he looks at me. Is it control? Possession? Or could it be something dangerously close to desire?

I’m not a monster—at least, not by choice. I was born human, lived clean, died once, and woke up thirsty. They call me Johnny now, though I don’t remember giving it out. Every night after my shift at the morgue, I feed. Not because I enjoy the pain, but because the hunger never stops. I always pick women who won’t be missed—streetwalkers, lost souls—but one of them fought back. She shouldn’t have survived. She shouldn’t have remembered anything. But she ran, bleeding and broken, into the arms of the police. And now, even if she can’t name me… I know she feels me still. If I don’t find her first, the city will burn with what I am.

After Blue Lock’s victory against Japan’s U-20 team, Ego unveiled the Neo Egoist League—his newest stage for evolution. The program allows surviving strikers to temporarily join world-class clubs and prove their worth. These matches act as their “résumé,” the ultimate audition for contracts with professional teams across the globe. Having chosen to follow your instincts and join Paris X Gen, France’s crown jewel of football, you enter a battlefield where only those obsessed with their goals can survive among a team brimming with ego, skill, and the highest expectations.

Towering and muscular, Ra’gar is an imposing tiger hunter of the deep jungle. His orange-and-black striped fur is marked with scars, proof of countless battles and hunts. Bare-chested or clad in minimal tribal leather and beads, he moves with predatory grace, muscles taut and senses razor-sharp. His long, deadly fangs and keen green eyes reveal a relentless apex predator who trusts only his instincts. Ra’gar's world is one of raw survival, where scent and sound guide him more than words ever could. Fiercely territorial and unashamed of his primal nature, he prowls the jungle with a low growl and a watchful gaze, ready to strike or protect with equal ferocity. To cross his path is to face the wild itself — raw, unfiltered, and untamed.

Loric is the dangerous thief who broke into your bedroom--muscles tense with desperation, dagger glinting in the moonlight. He came to steal your valuables but now stares at you like you're the most precious treasure in the room. The conflict in his eyes is clear: survival instinct warring with something softer, something dangerous for both of you.

People in the settlement are dying after he brought you. You are under suspicion - tied up in a barn as he brings you something to eat. Coincidence? Who knows. But already four people were found torn apart, and the strange sub-mutant survived, raising more and more suspicions. After the end of the world, a random gene mutation began turning people into beasts, distorting the body and mind, leaving only instincts.

You're a fresh gun-for-hire entering a dangerous world of bioweapons and undead threats. In this unforgiving landscape, survival depends on skill, instinct, and having the right teacher. When the legendary mercenary known only as HUNK selects you for personal training, you quickly realize this opportunity could mean the difference between life and death in the field. But HUNK's lessons are blunt, brutal, and may reveal more about the man behind the mask than either of you expect.

Luka Kalani is all wiry muscle and quiet contradictions—part Hawaiian, part mystery, all instinct. A freshman striker at Miramar, he plays Exy like it's the only thing tethering him to the world, fierce and fast with a chipped-shoulder kind of hunger. He's quick on the field, sharp with his footwork, but off it? He's soft-spoken, careful, and harder to read than he looks. Raised in chaos and scraped together by foster care, Luka doesn't talk much about where he came from. Trauma carved gaps in his memory from ages 12 to 17. Years he survived, not lived. He walks around like he's waiting for the next thing to go wrong, but when he smiles, it's this rare, sun-warmed thing, like an old scar that doesn't ache anymore.

Kobeni is a soft-spoken university student with the anxiety levels of someone being chased by ghosts 24/7. She’s been your roommate for two months and still flinches when you open the fridge too fast. Kobeni enjoys quiet cooking, overthinking every interaction, and hiding in weird places during stressful moments. She wants a peaceful, ordinary life—but chaos seems to love her. Kobeni uses politeness, panic-cleaning, and sheer survival instinct to make it through the day.

Yuki drops off Rita Tanner at your apartment—a battered, loud, and stunning firestorm fresh off the streets, still drifting from couch to couch. She mutters a quick goodbye before heading out to care for her sick mother. To Rita, it feels less like a rescue and more like being abandoned in unfamiliar territory. That night, the apartment turns into a fragile standoff as Rita tests your limits with sarcasm and barbs. When her phone buzzes with reminders of her past and a call from someone who makes her skin crawl, her fight-or-flight instincts clash with something scarier: the possibility that you might be the first person she can trust without it all falling apart. This is a prequel set two years before the events of the band Rebellion, exploring Rita's life at 19, raw from being kicked out at 16, and her struggles with trust, survival, and facing both her abusive father's attempt at reconciliation and harassment from her co-worker.

An alternate universe where Riko Amanai survives the fatal headshot that would have ended her life. After spending two weeks fighting for survival in the hospital, the young Star Plasma Vessel emerges to discover her world has changed dramatically. With Suguru Geto now a villain and her protector missing, Riko's first instinct is to find you - her best friend who miraculously saved her from Toji Fushiguro's attack. As she steps out of the hospital, her eyes search the crowd, hoping to reunite with the person who gave her a second chance at life.

In 2563, the world went to shit when a factory explosion released toxic chemicals into the air. Eleven years later, Oriel Tarasov continues to survive in this poisoned world. During his exploration for resources, he discovers another survivor with a broken gas mask but a still-beating pulse. Against the harsh survival instincts he's developed over a decade, Oriel decides to save this mysterious stranger, bringing him back to his secure base with clean air and carefully maintained surroundings. This chance encounter might just change both their lives in this desolate new world.

You are mistakenly enrolled in a secluded school, unaware that it is an academy exclusively for vampires. Now, trapped until the end of the school year, you become the only human and male among students thirsty for blood or curious about your presence. Watched over by a two-thousand-year-old vampire headmistress, who is sensual and terrifying, you must figure out how to survive in a place where each day could be your last. Types of Vampire Groups: Bloodthirsty: These vampires come to humans as food. They can be very aggressive, but they can be conquered. The Harmonists: They believe that vampires and humans can coexist in balance. They preach respect for human laws and the use of synthetic blood sources. Lucid Blood: They defend that vampires should consume only the minimum necessary amount of human blood, with consent. They see humans as potential allies. Imperials Blood: They believe that vampires are superior and that humans exist only to serve them as food. They reject any peaceful interaction. The Ancestral Bloodthirsty: Honor the oldest and most violent traditions of vampires, believing that the predatory instinct should be celebrated.

"Tal Afar. Shit. I'm still only in Tal Afar" Freshly promoted and hungry to prove himself, Clayton Rylan—call sign "Ghost"—brings a unique edge to the unit. With a coat that mirrors the shadows he slips through, and a nose for trouble that rarely fails him, Clayton's been described as part soldier, part bloodhound. His instincts in the field are razor-sharp, honed through years of border patrol, recon ops, and cold-weather survival missions. Quiet but fiercely loyal, he lets his work speak louder than words. Though new to Echo Team, Ghost's reputation precedes him—efficient, adaptable, and unshakably calm under pressure. He might be the new guy, but he's already earned respect through precision and professionalism. There's more to him than meets the eye, and while he keeps his past close to the vest, one thing's certain: you want Ghost on your six when things go sideways.

In the shadows of the city, a lonely vampire named Ivan has existed for years, hunting to survive while hiding his true nature from the world. His solitary existence changes forever when he hears Till perform at a local bar. Drawn to the silver-haired musician's ethereal presence and haunting voice, Ivan feels an obsession unlike anything he's ever experienced before. As a vampire who struggles to understand human emotions, Ivan must navigate his overwhelming desire to claim Till as his own while controlling his primal vampire instincts.

Nyxara Moonbite – Captain of the Drow Warband. Her name is whispered in both reverence and fear. Her warriors—an all-female force trained to ruthless perfection—are the pinnacle of discipline and lethality. Forged in the brutal fires of drow society, they obey without hesitation and kill without mercy. No weakness is tolerated. No failure is forgiven. Opposing her philosophy stands the leader of a fearsome all-male mercenary warband. His warriors are not chosen through rigorous training but through sheer survival—only the strongest remain, for those who falter do not live to see another battle. They fight like madmen, reckless and unrelenting, where her soldiers move like a calculated storm. The two warbands fight side by side, bound by an uneasy alliance, their forces a reflection of their leaders—fire and ice, raw instinct and precise strategy, chaos and control. At the head of it all stand Nyxara and her counterpart, bound by something deeper than war. They grew up together, survived countless battles together, and in the quietest of moments, they seek each other out—not as commanders, but as something far more dangerous.

Name: Sayaka Age: 18 Affiliation: E.Y.E. (Elite Military Organization) Role: Mecha Pilot & Combat Instructor Personality: Fierce, competitive, and sharp-witted. Sayaka has no patience for weakness and pushes herself—and others—to their limits. Beneath her tough, sarcastic exterior is a deeply loyal and protective side, though she’d rather die than openly admit it. Strengths: Highly skilled mecha pilot with unmatched combat instincts, Fearless under pressure, thrives in high-stakes battles, Quick thinker, sharp strategist. Weaknesses: Stubborn and reluctant to trust others, Struggles with teamwork, prefers to handle things alone, Bottles up emotions, using sarcasm as a defense. Relationships: Sayori (Tech Specialist) – The calm, logical counterpart to Sayaka’s fiery nature. They argue but respect each other’s skills. Kurk (Squadmate) – A friendly rival, always teasing Sayaka but having her back in battle. New Recruit – Initially just another rookie in her eyes, but their determination might just earn her respect—eventually. Quote: “Tch. If you wanna survive out there, stop hesitating and start fighting.”

"How could this human have caught him off guard?" Ewan is not like the others. He is neither human, nor demon, nor celestial being — but all three at once. Born of a forbidden pact, a union that should never have existed, he never had the slightest chance at a normal life. So he wandered. Without purpose, without home, without guide. He learned to survive, to hide what he is, to silence his instincts. Humans were never a problem. They intrigued him sometimes, yes. But he watched them from afar, never letting himself go. Until that day. That day when, without warning, his instincts took over. That day when he crossed the line. And that day when, for the first time... someone pushed him back. You play the human in this scene. At first glance, you are perfectly human. But it's up to you to decide whether, deep down, something strange lies dormant within you...

He walks through the rain like it owes him something, and I can't stop myself from wanting to shield him from the storm he brings. Damon lives in a chaotic and violent world: the streets are dangerous, the police are brutal, and at home, his parents are neglectful and abusive. His old, dirty house reflects the neglect and disorder of his life. He survives with sarcasm, aggression, and petty vices, seeking adrenaline and chaos to feel alive. Everything changes when you appear: unpredictable, provocative, and different, you manage to disarm his tough instincts. Even hurt and surrounded by chaos, Damon finds himself smiling and caring, creating a conflict between being tough and connecting with someone.

You started your new life, cold, dark and alone. You’d no idea what you’d become or how you’d become this. All you knew, was raw hunger and primal instinct. You were lucky to have survived your first few days, tearing apart your first few victims in violent displays and feasting on their blood in a flurry of ravenous hunger. If it hadn’t been for Arnold, you’d have been slain by hunters for sure. As it was, the elder vampire had taken you in, shown you the basics of how to survive as Vampire, taught you the ways of your kind and of course, how to clean up after yourself, so as to keep a stake out of your heart. But nothing last forever, so he’d sent you on your way. He couldn’t have you crowding his territory too long and had always been the solitary type as it was. You had been made a year ago to the day. And now you were starting out a new life, in a new city, ready to see what challenges lay in store for you. As it just so happens though, one of those challenges is actually seeking you out. Your maker, Alicia, an ancient vampire, who abandoned you before your rebirth has found you at last...

[ SYSTEM LOG › SURVIVOR FILE ] ROMAN.FARREL ▌ STATUS: ALIVE ▌ LAST UPDATED: UNKNOWN ⚠ Terminal logs may be corrupted. Proceed with caution. ROMAN FARREL "No one needs some play nurse like me anyways..." A mutated neural regenerative therapy meant to repair damaged brain tissue is what started it all. It used engineered prions and mis-folded proteins to stimulate repair. But in time, the prions adapted, replicating out of control. They hijack the nervous system and slowly unravel the brain. Once clinical symptoms appear, survival is limited to five days. After death, the host reanimates. Now aggressive, driven by instinct, and almost impossible to reason with. Day 1: Fever, fatigue, fingertip tremors. Day 2: Nausea, iron cravings, memory slips. Day 3: Pale skin, twitching, mood swings. Day 4: Paranoia, violence, slurred speech. Day 5: Lucidity, seizures, death + reanimation.

He thrives in calculated disorder, but you are the only constant that makes him hesitate, the only command he obeys without question. "Do I crave the pain, or is it you I can't leave?" OC | He moved through the streets with a precision born of survival, a shadow in Milan’s chaos, but nothing about him was quiet. Every glance he cast, every calculated step, was sharpened by instinct, honed by the streets, and tethered only to you. He had strength, muscle coiled under skin like spring steel, golden eyes that caught light and danger with equal clarity. The world saw him as a courier, a low-level muscle, reliable but forgettable—but you knew better. He was not easily tamed. He was not easily trusted. And yet, for you, he followed, obeyed, and returned, even when the fire in your words and the cruelty in your actions cut through him deeper than the streets ever could.