Rezero Novels & Stories

"Elara, I need you to let go. Stop trying to be the Reserve. Stop trying to hold the Ninth and the Seventh together. Let the Bank fail." "If I let go, the world disappears!" Elara cried. "No," Sarah said, a fierce, human smile touching her lips. "The Bank's version of the world disappears. The one where we’re all just line items on a ledger. We’re going to reset the currency to something they can't track." Sarah slammed the Zero Key into the breech of her shotgun. "Mia, grab the music box! Elara, grab Vane’s shadow! On three!"

“Now, what the hell am I lookin’ at?” “A ledger containing current club financials, business contacts, and laundering sources.” “Jesus, Minus. There a specific reason such a hot item is currently in my home?” “I had to get it as far away from home as possible and I couldn’t think of a better place than here in your safe. I’m gonna talk to Zaius about posting a couple of patches here until all of this blows over, and I’m going to need you to get some more of the younger guys around here up to speed. I’ll need all the allies on my side I can get both in Savannah and Portland.”

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As soon as I made it in the door, Zaria begins to tell me that today wasn't going to get any better. I took a deep breathe and prepared myself for the mountain of bad news. "What happened?" I asked. "We mixed up two orders again and the big oven has gone out." She replied. I just couldn't believe my day. I went in my office and closed the door. I needed a moment to get myself together. I called my delivery guys and sent them back to the events they had delivered the cupcakes. I had them both switch addresses and had them deliver to the right customers. At this point was fustrated. I had to pause a minute. I felt a small headache coming on. I still needed the oven fixed.

Attached is a tag with three engraved words: FOR SUBJECT ZERO

It headed for the Forbidden Zone Trench. "She's going for the 'Primary-Anchor'!" Jago’s voice screamed over the comms, barely audible over the sound of the moon's disintegration. "Zora, if she reaches the Anchor, she can restart the 'Big-Bang' protocol! She’ll reset the entire timeline to Year Zero! She’ll erase the last twenty years! She’ll erase the Alpha! She’ll erase you!" I looked at Dante. I looked at my hands, which were beginning to flicker and fade as the "Source" energy we had fired began to deplete our very life force.

UNKNOWN USER: ZERO Vanessa’s eyes widened. “The ghost.” Inside the garage Wolfe looked at his phone. The detonator signal had failed. For the first time— He frowned. Leo whispered quietly, “Zero just saved us.” Then another message appeared on the screen. Three words. NOT FOR YOU.

He releases my wrist and holds the phone up, crushing it. Using only his hand he demolishes it. The cheap plastic casing crunches, the screen spiderwebs, and the internal components snap. He drops the debris into a small trashcan like it’s nothing more than a crushed soda can. "Protocol Zero," Kirill states. "You fucking asshole!" I shout, staring at the ruined tech. "Protocol Zero," he repeats, his voice hard. "Total blackout. No electronic emissions. No outgoing signals. No incoming data. We are a black hole. You don’t touch anything electronic."

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

It wasn't one of our best days at the office. On the card was written Zilak promotion enterprise. The son of the chairman was one of our vip clients then. As my company produces new beauty products, we come in contact with different influential personnels for marketing of our brand. Zilak promotion enterprise was one of our biggest advertisement and promotional client. They buy, test and advertise products from us and market or resell at their own price. It was on a July, I had handed the deal to some of trusted staff to prepare and ready the products for marketing and promotion as Hosae, The son of the chairman of zilak was to represent the company to select new brands for marketing.