Patient Zero Novel Novels & Stories

Couldn't rest. Six years old, and she'd been fighting this for three of them. And still, with almost nothing left, she was trying to comfort me. Then— The machine beside her screamed. Doctors rushed in. Nurses followed. No time for the operating room. They started right there, hands moving fast, voices sharp. I'd seen this before. Too many times. But this time, Stella didn't come back. The doctor met my eyes and slowly shook his head. Everyone left. I drifted to the bed and held Stella's fingers as they went cold in mine.

The year I started middle school, my parents solemnly handed my sister and me each a bank card. "This is your college fund. There's 100,000 dollars in each one. The password is your birthday. Don't touch it unless it's truly an emergency." I listened. I treated that card like a treasure. I never bought a single new piece of clothing. Even my worn-out canvas shoes got patched with glue and worn again. I thought that if I was just responsible enough, I'd live up to my parents' idea of "fairness." Then, after the SATs ended, I wanted to use the money on the card for a graduation trip with my classmates. Instead, the ATM screen flashed a number that burned my eyes: [Balance: $0.00]. At th

pointed Zero, even finishing his sentence in one breath. "Oh, so, he was doing this video call because I haven't replied to the chat yet? Why do I feel possessive?" thought Zeva. "I haven't read your chat because I'm replying to another chat first," replied Zeva. "Chat from whom? Are others more important than me?" asked Zero. Zero's question made Zeva think again, "What's wrong with Zero, anyway? How come he's so uneasy asking about it?" "Chat from a client," answered Zeva simply.

Author’s P. O. V. Zoya opened her yees in the hospital and only came across the white walls; she looks around to see any sign of a human but there was none, she was alone in the room with beeping machines; she looked at her hand only to see it connected to an IV. Her head felt like it will burst any second from the amount of pain she was experiencing; This was not normal; she does not even remember what happened. The door of the room opened as Kabir walked in; “Oh I see you are awake,” He said to her as she groaned.

"Phase Two... was born... from my ribs." Elara stepped past Damien, her medical instincts overriding her fear. She knelt four feet away, looking at the faded, weathered serial number tattooed along the creature's exposed collarbone: SUB-00. "Subject Zero," Elara whispered, horror settling cold in her chest. "The prototype. The first human baseline my mother used before Phase One." "Evelyn..." Subject Zero wheezed, his milky, lidless eyes milky with cataracts as he locked onto Elara.

[The Mirror of Betrayal] The "Zero Point" was not a high-tech lab or a digital simulation. It was something far more ancient and far more devastating: a secluded, fortified hunting lodge deep in the Siberian tundra, owned by a branch of the St. Claire family that history had forgotten. There were no flashing lights or neural grids here—only the smell of burning pine, the weight of heavy furs, and the suffocating realization that the monsters were purely human.

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.

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.

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.