Patient Zero Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Evelyn moved carefully, every step echoing through the silence. Lucian stood beside her, his eyes locked on the center of the chamber: a console. Old, humming with subdued power. Around it stood pods—some shattered, some sealed. And in the far back, a figure floated, suspended in some kind of cryo-gel. Evelyn's voice came out hoarse. “Is that…” “Subject Zero,” Lucian said. “The first. Before me. Before you.” She didn’t ask who it used to be. She looked at the console, jaw tight. “How do we destroy it?”

Author P.O.V. “Hmmm…” Casey muttered as she scanned the series of books on her cousin's bookshelf. A frustrated sigh escaped her lips as her fingers brushed over a particularly dusty volume. But nothing had quite caught her interest yet. Behind her, Zazu sat curled up on the couch, swirling wine in her glass with a smirk playing on her lips. She watched Casey with mild amusement. “So let me get this straight. You are telling me that lousy son of a bitch got that girl pregnant, and then you hurt yourself while spying on them?” Zazu asked, dissolving into laughter.

I was furious, and yet I had no words to hurl at her because she wasn’t here. I didn’t realize how tight my jaw had become until I finally unclenched my fists. Then—the door opened. I felt a sharp pang. My body went rigid. I turned. Nova. Standing there, frozen,her bag slung over her shoulder. Her eyes widened, but she didn’t cry. Didn’t move. Didn’t speak.

The fact that the perfect stranger is following with sobbing nods, tells me this is not the first dangerous situation she’s been in. Chapter 1.25 How Many Zeros - Rourke

My body felt numb, the electricity still buzzing in my veins. "Donor 04 is being processed," Aris said, dismissively. "He was a good match for you, but we can always grow another. You, however... you are unique. You are an **Original**." She turned the tablet around so I could see the screen. It was a map of Level Zero.

Zac struck again. Before coming, he had watched anatomical videos. He knew exactly where the kidney was. He wanted that kidney. Kathy, sleeping beside him, didn't escape either. By the time the police arrived, blood filled the room. Zac sat there holding a kidney in his hand, grinning like a madman. Because of his illness, he didn't last long after being arrested. He died in prison not long afterward. My mother aged ten years overnight. Her hair turned completely white. After handling all the funerals, she took Keith's youngest son and returned to her hometown.

“Relax, sweetheart. Name’s Nova. You were out cold for almost an hour. Thought you weren’t gonna make it.” I sat up fast, head spinning. “Where the hell am I? What is this place?” Nova raised a brow. “You really don’t remember anything, huh?” I frowned. “Last thing I remember, I got pushed off a fucking cliff. You telling me I’m not dead?” That made a few boys nearby glance at me. One of them snorted. “We all thought that, dude.” Nova sighed, crouching beside me. “Welcome to Zone 1 , darling. The Playground of the Damned.”

with that his boys arrived and began to beat poor Trion. Everyone returned to their various activities leaving a battered unconscious lad on the cold floor. ~~~~~ Trion's POV I woke up to a loud annoying beep.'Where am I' I thought trying hard to open my eyes. After a few agonising minutes my eyes finally decided to open. The first thing I saw was a white blank wall. I tried sitting up to access my surroundings but a sharp pain shot through my body making me lie back."Trion" mom rushed to my side. "Thank goodness you are all right I thought you weren't gonna make it" she said. I could see the tears brim her eyes.

One of the officers who was very fast, swiftly moved in and held Zain before he could crash down to the floor. In the hospital, Sasha stood by the thick blurry glass which served as a barrier between her and Zain who was fast asleep at the other side of the quarantine room. They were at the same hospital where Lora Centineo was admitted to, and Zain was currently getting infused with antibiotics on his bed.

Zero one began administering medicine to his right shoulder once more, oblivious to his presence. The doorbell rang just then. Zero two moved to open the door, Only after He lowered his gaze did He notice the small girl, dressed in a fluffy skirt and a French gauze cap, standing at the entrance. He assumed the small girl was talking to the wrong person and had to quickly close the door. The pattern was simple, like an antique text, and he saw a girl raise her hand with a small trinket hanging between her fingers. She was let in by Zero, who had two dark eyes on the bottom of his head and a side-open body.