A Survivor’s Tale
I don’t remember how I arrived here…
only the cold wind and the sound of the Sea!
No warning…
no Shelter..
no second chance!
The shoreline offered nothing but stones and silence and behind me the Ocean, ahead a land that was already watching. Footsteps in the distance, distant gunfire rolling over the hills — a reminder that I was not alone, and never truly safe!
This world does not welcome you!
It tests you…
Here, there are no Heroes and no chosen ones — only Survivors!
Every mistake is permanent, every sound matters.
Every shadow could be the last thing you see!
Strength is not given here, it is taken!
Taken with patience, with awareness, with restraint!
Weapons are not power — they are responsibility…
Doors are not safety — they are intention..
Trust is rare… and betrayal is common!
Only your hands..
your decisions..
your Team!
I’ve seen Bases crumble overnight — Doors blown open, dreams erased in seconds. I’ve seen greed end Stories before they even began, but I’ve also seen something else!
Small Groups holding their ground, fires burning behind Walls — Quiet Voices coordinating in the dark.
Survivors who learned when to fight — and when to wait!
In this World, survival is not about domination.
It is about endurance!
Knowing when to push…
when to hide..
when to rebuild!
Rust does not care who you were before,
it only cares what you do next!
My Story does not begin with power…
it begins with a rock, a shoreline, and the will to see another sunrise!
And what you become from here —
is entirely up to you!
written by Ray
January, 2026