Novel & Cerita Eric Quiet Place: Day One

The sound was deafening. Ariana froze. Her ears rang violently. Someone collapsed. Silence rushed in afterward, thick and suffocating. A slow exhale broke it. Not panicked. Not hurt. Controlled. A small flashlight flicked on. Dim beam cutting through the dark. It landed on the floor first. On blood. Then it lifted. To a body. Lucas. On his knees. Gun in his hand. Shaking. And in front of him— An Ethan. On the ground.

Loud, echoing through the intercom system—which shouldn't have been working, but somehow was. "Lucian Drakov." The voice was synthesized. Distorted. It sounded like a choir of static. "We are Zero Day. We are the end of your line." I looked at the small monitor inside the safe room. It was battery-powered. The image was grainy, infrared. It showed the living room. Lucian was behind the overturned sofa. He was firing into the dark. The men in white suits were advancing. They had night vision goggles. Lucian was blind. "Open the door," Adrian whispered. "Daddy..."

The van doors rolled open into darkness so complete it felt like it was drowning ,Aurora walked out barefooted as she stepped on the concrete that hadn’t seen human heat in 21 years,the cold was absolute, but it didn’t touch her the way it used to the baby moved with a slow, deliberate roll, as if tasting the air through her skin. Reyes killed the engine “Welcome to Ground Zero.”he said as He hit a breaker and just then one by one, ancient sodium lamps flickered awake, revealing a mass of rust and memory Server racks towered like cathedral pillars, covered in dust thick enough to write things on it,right at the far end, a single glass wall showed their reflections back at them as ghosts in

The security guards flinched before quickly straightening up and addressing Carol with formal politeness. "Good day, Ms. Smith!" Carol released Alfred's hand, stepped over to me, and with gentle precision, she fixed my rumpled collar. "Sorry I'm late. You're not hurt, are you?" Sienna, tears streaming down her face, barreled into my embrace. "Daddy, I don't want you to get hurt!" Alfred stood there, dumbstruck, his mouth hanging open.

“It’s soooo big!” “Not too big,” she said. “Just right.” They settled near the bank, spreading the blanket on a flat patch of moss. Lucas instantly began hunting for stones—smooth ones, shiny ones, any he deemed special. Lissa sat back and watched him, the sun warming her face. It was peaceful. For the first time in weeks, maybe months, the noise in her head quieted. No ghosts, no guilt. Just Lucas, the river, and this one beautiful, untouched morning.

He tipped his cap and left, leaving me in a swirl of anger and unease. John was waiting outside in the SUV. I climbed in, signaling we were done and we sped off as I leaned back in my seat, my head buzzing. At least Ella agreed to come to Evergreen. Once we were there, I’d keep her and Maya safe, away from all of this. My phone buzzed. I glanced at the screen of my phone and it was Ella. I had been out for so long, I guess she got worried. A smile spread across my lips, but before I could answer, the deafening sound of gunfire shattered the silence.

I blinked - and then again - and suddenly both people who wore full black clothing were there, guns drawn, eyes scanning for more danger. Someone was calling my name. But I couldn’t move. Not a muscle. Not even a twitch. The last thing I felt was the strength in my legs giving out, the world spinning, and the edges of my vision filling with black dots before everything faded to nothing. 24th December 2025 ~A Day Later~ I woke up to the loud chirping of birds - definitely way too cheerful for whatever time it was. The sound meant only one thing: someone left the window open.

Lucian Moretti – POV The blacked-out SUV cut through the pre-dawn gloom like a shark through deep water. Inside, the world was silent, save for the low hum of the engine and the soft, rhythmic sound of Seraphina’s breathing from the seat beside me. Razo was in the front, a mountain of silent vigilance, while Matteo followed in a second vehicle with a team of four other men.

On day four at Sunny Bay, an unexpected visitor showed up. "Alicia, are you doing okay?" he asked. "Don't worry about the mess with the wedding. You can always come home. Don't suffer alone out here without telling anyone," he said. Charles sat down next to me, his face a picture of heartfelt concern. I could not help but grimace and move to another chair.

No morning protocol. No Emilio. She ran. ~~~~~~~~~~ NURSERY — EMPTY. TRAINING FLOOR — EMPTY. SURVEILLANCE BAY — EMPTY. Then: CHAPEL ROOM — MIDWEST CORRIDOR — 10:12 A.M. He was there. Sitting on the floor. Footage paused on a single frame: her face, half-shadowed, mouth open in pain. She didn’t say his name. He did. “I saw it.” Her throat locked.