Patient Zero Novel Novels & Stories

“Well…hate to break it to you, but I guess they did; perfect that science, that it.” “What?” Kathy frowned. “No, that’s impossible! How…oh...” “You mean, oh no?” I offered. “Oh shit!” “Yup.” I nodded. “Zero.” “Subject Zero.”

Chapter 199 The Brother Who Was Erased Silence filled the world of memories. Auren stared at Zero. Zero stared back. Neither moved. Elya stepped between them. “That's not true.” The Unchosen smiled. “You don't believe me?” Elya shook her head. “I believe Auren.” Zero looked down. “You shouldn't.” Elya turned toward him. “Why?” Zero's voice was quiet. “Because he's telling the truth.” Auren's expression changed.

Subject Zero. And tied to that same chain of horrors was Mrs. Yune, the woman the world would come to know as Patient Zero — though most people didn’t even realize she existed. Officially, she had “disappeared due to relocation complications,” a phrase vague enough that journalists barely gave it a second glance. But the few who listened to the city’s underground chatter knew something else: the outbreak had begun the moment Mrs. Yune opened her eyes. She had been unconscious for days, her body in a state doctors could only describe as “extended neurological dormancy.” Then, without warning, she woke — her eyes bloodshot, her expression slack and predatory.

Different thoughts were going through her mind and she exhaled, a tear rolled down her eye as she creased her stomach. “Hey.” She heard his voice and she opened her eyes, she slowly sat up and he stretched a box of pizza to her. “Oh, I don't want pizza.” She said as she wiped her tears and Damien scoffed before dropping it next to her. “Well, that is all I have.” “The baby doesn't want it.” “What?” “The baby doesn't want pizza.” She started to whine and Damien groaned. “It can't talk so it can't tell you what to eat. Just eat the fucking pizza.”

Nobody moved. Nobody breathed. The storm itself seemed to hesitate. Standing at the edge of the clearing was the most feared person in the history of the network. The first subject. The first experiment. The first mistake. Subject Zero. And he looked nothing like the monster Ava had imagined. He wasn't enormous. He wasn't scarred. He wasn't surrounded by dark energy or impossible power. Instead, he looked like a young man—twenty-five at most—with dark hair damp from the rain, pale skin, and sharp features. Human. Terribly human.

[Poor MC, not only is she getting kicked out, but that piece of human trash is going to take her life-saving money to buy goods! [Man, is she really going to die like this? She doesn't have the money to perform surgery, and that heatwave is coming up too!] [Actually... the MC's not really sick. The one who's got breast cancer is her mother-in-law! The hospital got the records mixed up.] [Whoa, really? Becoming paralyzed and getting cancer seems about right for her, but how did someone like the ML get that cheat ability? Does he even deserve it?] [Yeah! If he can see the future, doesn't that mean he can predict the winning lottery number, too? He's going to become rich!]

In a small, inconspicuous village in Novena, Richie was sitting with his eyes closed, deep in meditation. He had learned from Kieron that the three families would inject Zero Toxin into Lenny's corpse tonight, and he had been eagerly awaiting news. Injecting this poison into the corpse of a level nine fighter was unprecedented, so he was very curious about what kind of monster this would create. Just then, a woman approached the hut silently. She peered inside and saw Richie sitting quietly before moving closer.

"I'll let you out when you stop having evil thoughts, Yvonne Linnus!" Then, he turned and left, closing the only door to the basement without hesitation. Darkness enveloped me. In pain and despair, I closed my eyes. I didn't actually know how I died. The last thing I remembered was the dark basement; ever since then, my consciousness had been hazy. I thought that my life had ended at 18. I didn't know that souls could still linger after death. Aunt Caroline fell silent when she saw the obvious anger on Dad's face.

Under the dim, flickering glow of a single oil lamp, a thin figure sat hunched before a terminal composed of several salvaged monitors held together by duct tape and wire. This was a youth who looked barely in his twenties—Code Name: Zero. When he looked up, Sophia noticed his immediate abnormality: his hands shook with a high-frequency tremor as he typed, a visible sign of permanent neurological damage. Every few minutes, he winced, reaching into a silver briefcase beside him for a syringe filled with a glowing blue liquid. He expertly injected it into his thigh, hissing through clenched teeth as the drug suppressed the violent rejection spasms wracking his nervous system.

When the Program told me I could return, I felt no joy. Only emptiness. The next time I opened my eyes, I was staring at a white hospital ceiling. Machines beeped beside me, and my throat burned as if I had been asleep for years. A nurse saw me wake and rushed over. “You’re safe,” she said. “You were caught in a dockside explosion. Sophia Lane didn’t survive.” My fingers tightened against the sheet. Sophia was dead. Before I could speak, the nurse added, “There was another survivor. A young man named Luca. He woke up this morning.”