Eric Quiet Place: Day One Novels & Stories

Just snow and shadows and silence. Perfect for ghosts. Luca started setting perimeter charges. Nico handled comms and power. Matteo dragged a table into the main room and dropped the drive on it. “You sure about this?” he asked me. “No,” I said. “But it’s time.” We sat together as the drive powered on, screen flickering blue. A countdown appeared: 47:56:21 And then beneath it, in blood-red letters: SUBJECT 01 – PROTOTYPE RESONANCE EVENT TRIGGERED

Midnight hits like a hammer. Alex kills the engine two blocks from Pier 17, coasts the last stretch in silence. The warehouse looms at the end of the dock—rusted metal, broken windows, the kind of place where things disappear. Salt air burns his lungs as he steps out, gun tucked in his waistband, phone in his pocket set to record audio, streamed live to the PI’s secure server. Backup is ten minutes out his old friend and two ex-military guys who don’t ask questions for the right price. Ten minutes might be too long.

Erica’s legs felt heavy, but her resolve was firm. Inside, Julian’s men greeted them with nods and murmured acknowledgments. They knew the stakes were high and that the enemy they faced was powerful. Julian placed a hand on Erica’s back as they made their way to the room where they’d review the footage. “Are you ready to watch this?” he asked gently. Erica took a deep breath, nodding. “I have to be.” They settled in, and Julian connected the camera to the monitor. The screen flickered to life, showing the shadowy figures from the docks, the dim glow illuminating her grandfather’s face as he spoke about his plans without an ounce of remorse.

Damian is being shielded by two of his men as they turned to another route to make their escape, disappearing into the chaos as the police closed in. The scene was an utter mayhem, with gunfire echoing through the air. Erica sat frozen at the edge of the cliff, her eyes fixed down on the spot where Ray had drowned, her face filled with horror and pain. The sound of sirens grew louder, as the police surrounding the area, the medics taking Erica along.

Safe, but only in the way a hiding place can ever feel safe. Eric dropped the duffel bag on the floor and sank onto the couch. His hands shook as he ran them through his hair, a low sigh slipping through his lips. “We should be okay here,” he said. “No one knows about this place except me.” She didn’t answer. Her mind was still back in that room at Daxton, the gun cooling in her hand. The look in that man’s eyes when he realized he was dying. She couldn’t wash it away, no matter how hard she tried.

"What would Athelia..." Silence. What would she want, huh? I wondered. He lowered his head, his hand dropping back into the cold air. I wanted to do something, touch his shoulder, touch anything—soothe this situation by feeling his presence, touching the vitality that still resided inside his body, convincing myself he would live. But that was mere desperation. "I won't die," he managed to get out. Our eyes met, the smell of snow and ash rising through my nostrils, making my eyes burn.

POV Millie X is parked in the front of the apartment building in a nice-looking black car. I open the door and he’s got an earpiece in talking to someone. I stay quiet and try not to eavesdrop but it’s literally impossible because I’m right next to him. I grab my phone for distraction, I got a text from Steph about an hour ago.

As we walked together quite slowly, I opened the door to the room from the inside and poked my head out, making sure that no one was currently watching our movements. "Hurry up, but don't walk towards the back, you better go out towards the living room," I whispered still trying to look right and left. Adam seemed to understand. He started to walk out of my room after he was also sure that no one was watching. My breath caught in my throat as I watched him move, but at least I was on the verge of getting Adam out from behind the closet. "Adam... Mahira... what are you doing?" suddenly came someone's voice.

It’s a fucking horror movie location, and it gives me the creeps when I turn off the lights of the car, driving slowly so I don’t call unwanted attention from whomever might be inside. It’s utterly quiet here, and as I get my in-ear monitor set up so I can communicate with my men, I see the car we’ve been looking for, the one that was chasing Chloe, parked a few yards away with all the doors open. There’s a man’s leg hanging out of one of the doors, and I don’t even need to get close to know he’s dead. I just don’t know if this was the work of my men or if Mateo got pissed with his guys for some reason. Maybe he was just venting his frustration on failing to capture Chloe.

POV: Damien Everything went quiet for one second. Then, the world exploded. I stepped into the middle of the road. I didn't hide. I wanted Silas to look at me. I wanted to be the target so he wouldn't look at the crane where Sera was hiding. "He’s watching you, Boss," Marrow whispered over my earpiece. "His snipers are aimed at your chest. Just say the word." "Not yet," I said. "Let him think he's won.”