Patient Zero Novel Novels & Stories

He replies. For a moment, an imaginary bomb explodes in my head. I lunge forward, grabbing his collar and pushing him into the wall behind him with an inhumane speed. A hole forms in the wall around his body due to the strong impact. “ I just got everything repaired. ” Zio whines. “ You fucking knew?! ” I growl dangerously. “ I had my eyes set on her. ” Zero reveals without struggling to get out of my hold. He is the only motherfucker I know who doesn’t even flinch in my face.

They were gathered around a figure half-buried under a collapsed beam and a mound of shattered concrete. It was Zero. He was on his back, one arm twisted at a sickening angle. His tactical vest was scorched black and torn, revealing angry, blistering burns beneath. But it was his face that stopped me cold. His skin was pale, almost gray, and a trail of blood trickled from his hairline down his temple. His eyes were closed. For a terrifying second, I thought he was gone. The bond was a dull, throbbing ache in my chest, muted and distant.

Dina yelled in rage; that was just ridiculous! “No. But your energy has rubbed off on him after staying for so long...” “Why wasn’t I warned?” “This… this wasn’t accounted for Dina,” Zero said with a stammer for the first time, he was having lots of first with this new host of his. “So if I fail it won’t be my fault and I’ll be spared right?” “I'm afraid not Dina.”

They were hunting a ghost, and ghosts did not bleed. But Baraka Juma was not a ghost. And he was done hiding in the dark. A mile away, marching down the center of Boma Road, Patient Zero approached. He didn't stick to the shadows. He didn't crouch behind the burnt-out husks of civilian cars. He walked with a slow, deliberate, heavy stride, his boots crunching loudly over shattered glass and spent brass casings.

The Vaccine robots were closing in. Their needles were humming. Patient Zero stood in front of her. His golden light was, like a shield. He waved his hand. The robots were thrown back by a wave of force. "Go, Doctor " Patient Zero said. "I will hold them back. Hurry. The 'Great Surgeon' is waking up." June grabbed the two power cables. The moment she touched them her world turned white. She felt the heartbeat of ten thousand people. She felt their dreams and their fears.

“Just remove the glass shards.” The doctor froze. “But without anesthesia, it’ll hurt a lot. Can you take it?” “It’s fine. Just do it.” Throughout the entire procedure, I clenched my jaw and didn’t make a single sound. By the end, even the doctor couldn’t help but sigh. “You have an incredible tolerance.” I didn’t reply. Of course. If I hadn’t learned to endure, I would’ve broken down countless times over the years. After my wounds were treated, I returned home. When I pushed the door open, the faint aroma of soup drifted from the kitchen.

"I just found a better way to bleed." "Will he wake up as the man you loved, or is he just the first of a new, broken breed?" Subject Zero asked as she faded into the shadows of the falling palace.

As I sat in the dimly lit room, still reeling from Lynn's shocking revelations, a rush of conflicting emotions coursed through my veins. Zea, the woman I had come to love and trust, was now at the centre of a dark and dangerous secret. Lynn's words echoed in my mind, urging me to take action, to confront the unthinkable truth that Zea may be part of a group planning to assassinate the president.

POV: Zero (Mia) I woke up to silence, sharp and unnatural. No hospital beeps, no whispered voices, not even the distant buzz of fluorescent lights. Just cold stillness and the steady throb of pain behind my right eye. My eyes flicked open. The room wasn’t familiar, but it wasn’t hostile. Cream walls. A large window spilling moonlight across the floor. A tray of untouched food. Clean clothes folded on a chair. It wasn’t a hospital. Not exactly.

“They told you you’re the first awake source to walk in here in years. They tell everyone that. It keeps you feeling alone.” Someone in the next room laughs in sleep. A small, broken sound. It lands in me harder than a scream would have. The faintest pressure of her fingers against the frame, once, like a heartbeat. “You’re not the only one, Subject Zero. You’re just the only one they don’t know about yet. There are more of us than they count. And we have been waiting a very long time for one of us to walk in here strong enough to make the walls answer.”