Eric Quiet Place: Day One Novels & Stories

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.”

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…"

I met his eyes. "I need a favor. After the surgery, tell him I died on the table." His face crumpled. "Alright. I'll do it." As I stepped out of the office, there they were—Brigitte waddling down the hall, Elroy right next to her, playing the doting dad. Our eyes locked. Elroy froze, then bolted over like his shoes were on fire. "Babe, I've been looking everywhere. You shouldn't be walking around alone—it's not safe."

Watching the screen, I notice that they end the call and then I turn to Rosalee whose eyes are peeled to her ex-husband. As we watch him come closer, she doesn’t seem to move, but stay right where she is. I cry out, “Let’s get out of here.” Right before he slams the bat into the windshield, and I hear the glass crack. Not being able to reach the peddle, I try to snap her out of it before he breaks through and kills the both of us. Shaking her, I hear the sirens finally in the distance and that is enough to stop him from doing any more. Watching him run to his truck and driving away quickly, I then return my attention to Rosalee.

So you think is her/him that is behind this? "Am not sure Naomi Michael said." call the rest of team for us to come together at our usual hangout spot. I'll do Mike. Thanks for calling see you soon my friend. Naomi hung up the phone same for Michael. Welc...WHAT THE HELL! was that sound and were is it coming from? He ran towards the back of the shop to see were the sound is coming from. Strangely enough their was no body there. (Naomi POV) I was so busy working on invention help us capture our killer, but there was no process what so ever.

My dad is walking towards the car while I tag behind him, my eyes on my phone's screen. The sound of three gunshots astounds me. My phone falls from my hand when I see my dad, lying on the gravel pathway, blood oozing out of his head and chest. In that moment, I don't care who shot him or why? I just fall on my knees and let out an ear-splitting scream. "Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaddddddd!!!!" ÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷

I couldn’t speak until I was eight years old. Everyone in the Sterling family called me dumb. Even my mother would secretly wipe away tears, convinced she had given birth to an autistic daughter. Whenever my father looked at me, his eyes were filled with nothing but disappointment. However, for the sake of the family’s reputation, he could never bring himself to send me away to a special education school. Then came the day someone from a prominent hedge fund company arrived to acquire our family company, Sterling Group. He was so arrogant that he chewed out everyone in the boardroom until all of them hung their heads low. The room full of corporate executives fell silent, too terrified to

Its private, off-grid generators hummed with a defiant, mechanical arrogance, a heartbeat of power in a dead city. ​"Thermal cameras are active on the main plaza," Silas’s voice crackled through my tactical earpiece. His tone was steady, a low, gravelly vibration that betrayed no fear of the chaos he was about to unleash. "We’re in position at the loading docks. My boys are hungry, Malakai. Give the word, and I’ll turn this lobby into a bonfire that they’ll see from the coast."