Eric Quiet Place: Day One Novels & Stories

The one that never reached his eyes. But one figure, off to the side— Their face violently scribbled out in thick black ink. The lines were deep, desperate. She didn’t need to see the face. She knew exactly who it was. Her chest tightened until it hurt to breathe. No. She slammed the photo back into the box and clapped the lid shut. Downstairs, the front door creaked open. Her breath hitched. She froze. Listened. Nothing. The silence was too perfect.

Not again. When we arrived, Lucas parked a block away, cutting the engine. The warehouse loomed in the distance, its dark silhouette stark against the night sky. “What’s the plan?” Lucas asked, his voice low but steady. I swallowed hard, my heart racing. “We go in quiet. Scope it out first.” Lucas nodded, already reaching for the gear in the backseat. He handed me a small earpiece and a flashlight. “Here. In case we get separated.” I took the earpiece, fitting it into place. “Stay close. I don’t want to waste time looking for you.”

He drove off, and with one hand on the wheel, he used the other to take out his phone and dial Fiona’s number. She picked up at the second ring. “What?” “I just placed the cameras, boss. Do they work?” he asked, ignoring the arrogance in her tone. There was a bit of silence before she broke it off. “Very good, Dione, very good,” she said, and he grinned. “Can I have the day off then?” he tried to ask but was cut off with more demands. “You didn’t come to America to have sex with everyone putting on a skirt, you fool. Get your ass over here. Now that phase one of the plan is in motion, we need to plan for phase two,” she yelled and ended the call.

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.

I was done watching their drama and walked away. Olivia had given me a few days off and even booked me a week-long getaway to Sunny Bay. However, on the day I was set to leave, Emily blocked my path. I stepped out of the car with a frown. "Emily, what are you freaking out about now?" When Emily looked up, I was taken aback by the two angry red streaks on her face. Without thinking, I asked, "Did Charles hit you?" She shook her head, her voice filled with desperation. "There's a coffee shop just around the corner. Can we talk? It'll only take half an hour. I promise I won't be a bother."

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.

The feeling of calmness, embracing me already. It's feel so serene. Peaceful. I let my breath out, my eyes are slowly closing and I let it to happen. Making darkness welcomed me. *** "You can't just do that, Remero! Please! Don't be this selfish!" a woman shout from nowhere. Her voice, seems filled with agony. So I search, where that crying voice came from. I open the door, and the figure of two people who's clearly a couple. Because, there's no opposite sex who's staying in a room at night, unless they're in a relationship or already married rather.

Third persons pov Ashad was driving while sumaiya felt so nervous because she was scared to travel with a stranger and he was her boss's enemy but after the incident she can't even think to walk in the streets alone at this time of the hour. "Back to earth” he waved his hands in front of her interrupting her thoughts. "Huh" she looked at his face which was dangerously close to hers, her eyes widened in horror and soon he retreated back to his seat. "Address please” with that he started the engine again.

came from the other end. “Where are you”? Terrence asked. “I am in the seminar hall four. Everyone was busy at the ER and almost every departments, so I came here to get out of the way.” Chance declared. "It has AC, so it works." “Stay there!” Terrence ordered and ran to Chance. As soon as he opened the door, he noticed Chance sitting there in the front row, all by himself and ran to him. As soon as Chance got up, as he witnessed the strides taken by Terrence, Terrence engulfed him in a tight giant hug. Terrence could feel his heart rate finally slowing down, as a sense of calm washed over him after the hectic night they had.