Patient Zero Novel Novels & Stories

One Hundred and Eight. Freda’s POV Zero stared at his hand and let out a shriek that turned all attention solemnly on him. My heart raced. It was hard to believe I had done that. I really did it. Then Zero screamed, falling on his knee. “How? How?” He turned his hand, searching for something. “It’s truly healed.” Then suddenly, he bowed down. Surprised, I parted my lips, but no words came out. As if they were on command, everyone started shouting and bowing down to me.

I typed, "but my identity has been captured by you already. If anything bad happens, I'll drag you to the grave with me." Zero-One's response was swift and unexpected. He sent a graduation photo of a group of elementary school students, among whom he claimed to be one. It was a shocking revelation, one that sent a shiver down my spine, for within that innocent image, I discovered a hidden connection. There, amidst the sea of youthful faces, was a photograph of my sister and me—proof that our lives had been intertwined in ways we had never fathomed. With a single sentence, Zero-One shattered my doubts, instilling a sense of trust that transcended the barriers of this clandestine world. "I wan

I managed to sit down and sat up neatly, with my back leaning against the headcover of the large bed, to realize that I was inside a gallant room that made me swallow a lump several times. "You okay?" The man next to me asked again. I lost myself for a while because at first I was fascinated by the place. Secondly, I was distracted by the presence of this person beside me right now, and third is, my mind was still processing what happened to me right after I fainted outright at the front gate of Zeurion City, and I can't remember what happened next. Then someone came inside the room where I am right now.

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.