Eric Quiet Place: Day One Novels & Stories

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.

Chapter 24 – Guilty Third persons pov He couldn't take it anymore cursing under his breath he got up from his bed and walk towards where he left haya, he unlocked the suite and entered in, he was welcomed by the silence, suddenly a fear ran down his spine and shivered thinking of all the unwanted things which could have happened, getting rid of it, he walked towards the room and found his wife lying on the cold floor unconscious.

I stared at the name until another message appeared below it. Nora, I'm so sorry. I never meant for you to misunderstand me and Elliot. I just wanted to explain. I should have deleted it. Instead, my wet thumb brushed the screen and opened the request. A photo loaded. It had been taken through the glass wall of an emergency room bay. The reflection was faint, but clear enough. Elliot stood with his arms around Tessa. His head was bent toward hers. One hand rested against the back of her hair, the same careful way he used to hold me when I cried.

"Darling, things are a little hectic at work today. I won't be coming home tonight. Tomorrow's our anniversary, and I made a reservation for a candlelight dinner at Palmette House. Let's bring Crispin and enjoy the evening together," Edgar Snider's voice came through the phone, warm and gravelly. I listened absentmindedly as I tapped open Winifred Clayton's chat on WhatsApp. Just an hour ago, she had sent me a video—she and Edgar, tangled up in each other's arms, kissing like they couldn't bear to part.

he says, "The only place where a shapeshifter can feel free to let his true nature show." I briefly wonder what Tidiane's true nature looks like. Shapeshifters are notorious for never showing their true selves. At present he has taken the form of a city worker. Grey suit, smart shoes, square leather briefcase. But he has added purple hair--from eyebrows to beard--and a tattoo of an anchor on his cheek. Mixed signals. And this Quiet Place? There are no quiet places in the city. Unless ... I gasp. "The Barren," I guess. "You go to the Barren to meditate."

To help her childhood sweetheart, David Middleton, take my place studying abroad, my wife, Sharon Griffin, destroys my records and deliberately fills in false information, ensuring that I'm permanently denied a visa. She even severely injured my hands before sending me to the Behavioral Reform Center. My mother-in-law, Paula Brown, who has always treated me with affection, takes Sharon's side. "Kyle is so ungrateful. We gave him everything, and he still wanted to get a PhD abroad to find his biological parents. Who's going to take care of me if he's gone?" Sharon snorts. "He's just vain. When he found out I'd turned down Westbridge's offer of admission, he gave me the silent treatment an

Same impossible stillness. Same unsettling calm. And somehow that felt wrong too. Daywalkers weren't supposed to exist. But he was. Standing there. Watching me. Not smiling this time. More serious. People moved between us. Cars passed. A horn sounded somewhere nearby. I took one step forward. Then another. Eyes locked across distance. He didn't move. Didn't look away. For one strange second the city disappeared. Noise faded. Movement blurred. Only him. Watching. Like he knew something.

--- *Chapter 60: "Day 21"* *Timeline: April 26th, 2022. 5:59 AM. Malibu Beach House.* *[SFX: SILENCE. THEN COFFEE. THEN 3 WEEKS. THEN US.]* *5:59 AM. [SFX: COFFEE. THEN BREATH. THEN NOT 3.]* No alarm. Day 21. We don’t need alarms anymore. 5:59 AM. Coffee machine. Kitchen. _Gurgle. Hiss._

Feeling relief. DOFF-doff, DOFF-doff DOFF-doff More shots fired. I can hear the helicopter landing now too. Loud inaudible shouting from outside. CRACK A different shot fired now. Then quiet. Callie and I sit huddled together, holding onto each other for dear life, for what seems like an age. The silence is deafening now. *** Knock knock knock “Cammie, open up, it’s safe to come out now!”

Grace's integration lasted exactly forty-seven minutes before they came for her. Not IQRD. Not government. Something worse. The attack started with silence. All sound in the building simply—stopped. No breathing. No heartbeats. No ambient noise. Just absolute quiet that made my ears ring. "Dampening field," Maria said. Her voice cut through the silence somehow. "Old technology. Pre-Preserve. Someone's creating dead zone around the building." "Who?" Reaper demanded.