Rain hammered against the emerald canopy overhead, each drop a hammer blow on the endless sea of green. Beneath the towering trees, a figure crouched beside a miserable pile of soaked sticks, grinning as if he were standing atop a throne made of gold.
"Alright, my beautiful survival maniacs!" Evan said, flashing a thumbs-up to the camera mounted on a flexible tripod. "Today's mission is simple: survive Mother Nature's biggest tantrum — a tropical downpour — and light a fire. If we succeed, you guys owe me a like, a comment, and a whole chocolate cake."
The live chat exploded on his screen.
•RainKiller47: "Bro's about to invent fire 2.0"
•WetSock92: "Bet he gives up and eats tree bark instead"
•PenguinHugger: "Is this the same rainforest where snakes wear raincoats??"
•RealEvanFan: "I believe in you, king !!"
Evan snorted with laughter. "Hey, shoutout to WetSock92 — if this doesn't work, tree bark is high in fiber, you know?"
He rummaged through a soaked rucksack, pulled out a magnesium fire starter, and dramatically presented it to the camera.
"Now, before you roast me in the comments," Evan said, "remember: magnesium starters are allowed in the survival rules! You think I made it through the Amazon Rainforest on sheer good looks alone?"
He waggled his eyebrows.
The chat lit up again.
• FireGod22: "You did survive the Amazon. And the Sahara!! Mad respect👍."
•Miss_Survivor: "Remember the penguin chase in Antarctica?? Iconic😁."
•DesertRat01: "Tell the Gobi Desert story again!!!"
Evan chuckled, shaving flakes of magnesium into a soggy-looking nest of fibers.
"First survival challenge? Amazon Rainforest. Fun fact: it's not the jaguars or snakes you gotta worry about — it's the damn ants. I had an entire army crawling up my leg one night. Almost uploaded a 'How to Cry Quietly in the Jungle' tutorial."
The chat roared with laughing emojis 😂and spams.
"Next up," Evan said, striking again, "the Sahara Desert. Walking in that heat? Feels like God personally pressed a hairdryer against your face. And by night? It's colder than your ex's heart."
DesertRat01: "Preach it!!!"
He grinned. "And yeah, Antarctica — or as I call it, the world's biggest freezer. Camped out there once with a group of penguins. They judged me the entire night."
Another strike — another burst of sparks — but the fire refused to catch.
He squinted at the pile. "Alright, maybe tree bark is on the menu tonight."
The fans kept spamming encouragement.
•Miss_Survivor: "You got this!!"
•WetSock92: "Rub two penguins together!!"
•RealEvanFan: "Do the 'fire dance' lol😂!!!"
Evan stood dramatically, performed a wobbly rain-soaked jig around the tiny pile of magnesium shavings.
"Ancient tradition!" he said grandly. "Passed down by the tribe of desperate YouTubers!"
The ground shuddered.
Evan froze mid-dance.
He laughed nervously. "Whoa, either I summoned something, or we're getting a tiny earthquake, folks."
The shaking grew stronger.
The camera began to jiggle slightly. Leaves and branches trembled overhead. Birds erupted from the trees, screeching in panic.
The chat exploded.
•RealEvanFan: "What's happening???"
•RainKiller47: "DUDE RUN"
•PenguinHugger: "THIS IS NOT A DRILL"
•FireGod22: "MOTHER NATURE SAYS NO!"
Evan's grin faltered as the entire ground heaved beneath him. Trees snapped like toothpicks in the distance. A low, thunderous roar filled the air — deeper and angrier than any storm.
"What the hell — ?" Evan gasped, grabbing his camera.
Suddenly, the world tilted violently. The rain, the forest, the earth itself — everything became a blur.
The camera flew from his hand, landing sideways.
The last thing the livestream showed was Evan stumbling, arms flailing, before a massive crack opened under his feet.
The chat turned frantic.
•RealEvanFan: "NOOOOO"
•Miss_Survivor: "EVAN!! ARE YOU OK???"
•WetSock92: "This isn't a prank, right???"
•RainKiller47: "EVAN ANSWER US BRO PLEASE"
And then — blackness.
Cold air brushed against his face.
Evan groaned, stirring slowly. Every muscle ached. His head throbbed.
He peeled open his eyes — expecting to see the torn rainforest, the broken camera, maybe rescue teams shouting.
But instead…
He saw enormous, unfamiliar trees — taller, thicker, and alien — stretching into a violet-tinted sky.
The air smelled sweeter, denser, richer. Strange birdcalls echoed from the canopy.
Huge, vibrant flowers the size of dinner plates swayed in the breeze.
Evan sat up, his heart pounding.
"What the actual hell…?"
His voice echoed oddly, like the very air bent around his words.
He froze.
The survivalist instincts honed through the Amazon, the Sahara, the Gobi Desert, and Antarctica screamed in his brain.
Stay silent. Stay low. Stay alive.
Evan slowly reached for the survival knife strapped to his thigh — thank god it was still there — and scanned the alien jungle.
The forest around him rustled as if something titanic was breathing just out of sight.
No chat screen.
No camera.
No help.
Just Evan… and the unknown.
Author's Note🤓
Hey awesome readers!
Thank you so much for checking out the first chapter of my brand-new novel!
This story is just getting started — and trust me, Evan's journey across strange, dangerous worlds is going to get wild.
If you enjoyed the beginning, please don't forget to:
- Add to your library! (It really helps!)
- Drop a comment! (I love reading your thoughts and theories!)
- Vote with Power Stones! (Your support fuels my energy to write even crazier survival adventures!)
- Share the novel with your friends! (The more survivors, the better, right?)
Every single vote, comment, and library add means so much — it tells me you believe in Evan's story and you're ready to explore this unknown world with him.
Let's make this an epic journey together!
See you in the next chapter!
— KaelenDusk 🤓