Eric Quiet Place: Day One Novels & Stories

ABUJA, NIGERIA. The day Amani dreaded has arrived in full force which makes her think whether the twenty one days really did happen or she was just dreaming but it was no dream when she woke up and saw Mika'il's new babban riga sitting on the couch in their room where she's neatly kept it the night before. She wanted to wake up from whatever nightmare that she has going on but no, the reality hit her just as hard in the face like it did when she heard the news. She can't even point out the reason why she needs to wake up, she wants to sleep the whole day.

Her eyes were covered, so she could not see anything. She lay trembling on the ground, and she did not dare to breathe. The surroundings were quiet, so Quinn thought that this was a safe place because the smell was familiar to her. Quinn already had doubts in her heart. She started yelling. After some time, she lay on the ground and fell asleep in a daze due to shock and fear. When she heard the roar of a car engine outside, Quinn woke up instantly. Soon, steady footsteps approached her. Quinn’s complexion changed slightly. Her voice was sharp as she said, “Eric, is that you?!”

Kian’s POV: “Anything special about this place?” We were walking slowly, on a deserted road. It was silent. A less chosen path by the passengers. It was quiet. Not that I didn’t like it. But I didn’t expect it. “umm, don’t you like it? It’s quiet. away from the city lights, traffic noise.” She was walking backwards facing me. Just like an iconic movie scene, her hair flowing, dramatically. “Don’t you think it’s a little bit dangerous?” I pushed my hands in my jacket. It was cold.

MIDNIGHT — BROOKLYN DOCKS The docks were eerily quiet. The usual hum of late-night activity was absent, replaced by an unsettling stillness. Odette crouched behind a stack of shipping containers, her breath steady, her grip tight on the small pistol in her hands. Beside her, Anton was a ghost in the darkness, his silver-grey eyes locked on the warehouse ahead. Logan’s voice crackled in their earpieces. “Cameras are looped. You’ve got five minutes before the next patrol.”

Erica took her position in the very center, the designated ground zero. Marcus and a hand-picked squad of his most unshakable veterans formed a tight ring around her, weapons out. Kael stood just before them, a solitary figure between the bait and the approaching tree line. And then, we waited. The silence was profound, broken only by the call of a distant crow. The mist began to burn away under a weak, gray sun. It didn’t take long.

Alex motioned for everyone to remain quiet, his sharp eyes scanning the shadows. A moment later, a figure emerged from the trees, their hands raised in surrender. “Don’t shoot!” the man called, his voice trembling. “Step into the light,” Zane ordered, his weapon trained on the stranger. The man complied, his face pale and streaked with dirt. He wore ragged clothes, and his eyes darted nervously between the team. “Who are you?” Reese demanded. “My name’s Eric,” the man said, his voice shaking. “I… I was sent to warn you.”

That silenced him. Petra’s voice broke the tension. “We’re here.” Pier 7 was lit only by the flickering halogens overhead. Rows of shipping containers stood like silent sentinels in the mist. The van—gray, unmarked—sat parked at the edge, idling. “Two men in front. One in the back,” Petra reported. “I’ve looped the camera feeds. We have five minutes.” Zara reached under the seat. Her hand wrapped around the cold grip of a compact pistol Alec had stashed.

Eden turned in her sleep. The room adjusted before her skin asked it to. And all across the facility systems remained lit not because anyone commanded it, but because they had finally known calm and didn’t want to forget how it felt. Sector 10. Maintenance bay. 03:52. A lone tech Daya enters for a routine scan. She steps inside. The room is already warm. The table light already glowing amber. The vents soft, almost musical. Daya frowns. “Was this room occupied?” System:

task-checked-content]:opacity-50 break-words"> The air in the subterranean silo stopped moving. The violent, screeching destruction of the quantum servers abruptly halted, the overloading processors cooling with an unnatural, terrifying speed. The heat radiating from the abyss vanished, replaced by a profound, clinical silence that felt infinitely more dangerous than the explosions. Ethan slowly turned toward the dropped phone lying on the grated steel. The blood from his shattered shoulder was soaking his heavy coat, pooling at his feet next to his father’s lifeless body, but he didn't seem to feel it. He stared at the device, a psychological fault line cracking straight down the center of

"You like acting like a crazy b*tch, huh? I'll show you how it's done!" As Roanna screamed in pain, Scott arrived at the scene. "So you brought this crazy woman here, huh? What part of 'Wendy needs peace and quiet' don't you understand?!" Not wasting another word, Scott clasped his hand over Roanna's mouth and dragged her out by the throat. As peace returned to the courtyard, I didn't even have the energy to think what they were talking about outside. Nervous, Mary said, "He's found us, so we have to go. I checked the forecast, and there might be a thunderstorm tonight, too…"