Zenless Zone Zero Novels & Stories

With the last of his strength, shivering, Zen crawled from the water and lay on the hard stone ground panting hard. It was cold. It was dark. Yet, it was still a game. [Congratulations! You've discovered a secret room and safe zone. The number of occupants in this safe zone is 1/1.] The window alert made Zen grin. He wasn't the devil yet, but he must have the devil's luck. Who would have expected to find a safe zone in this game? Judging by how it wasn't on the map, this safe zone should help him tide through the rough opening school ceremony.

To her surprise everywhere was full of Zombies. ************************************* When Jane and Johnson got to the biggest deport in east red marker was used to draw multiplication symbol on the entrance. Jane reversed and look at it very well and face Johnson. both look confused Jane continue driving. *DC* Zombies has full DC and has killed everyone except a three-years old boy that was locked in the bathroom by his mother. -------------------------- Jane and Johnson got to Luis' house. His door was locked with a key not known or found. Jane did not want to attract the zombies so she broke the window glass.

I gasped. “Let them,” Zander scoffed. “But baby, I…” I started to say, but stopped when I saw a bunch of pillows and a blanket on the floor of the balcony. “There are no neighbors to see, we’ll be low enough that people at the pool and beach can’t see, and if they do, they are going to get the best damn show of their lives,” Zander grinned. “Now come here.” Zander pulled me into his chest and kissed me hard. He ran his hand down my stomach, between my legs, and felt the lace of my panties. “Fuck, bunny, you are soaking wet.”

I added I walked toward the far wall and placed my hand against a blank steel panel. There was no keypad. No visible interface. The wall hummed softly beneath my palm. Then split. Not outward but downward. The entire section of flooring before us lowered in a smooth, silent descent. Zenith’s brows lifted. “I was wondering when the dramatic reveal would happen.” Lucien stepped onto the descending platform without hesitation. Zenith followed. The platform lowered slowly. Ten feet. Twenty. Fifty. The air changed. it became cooler, filtered and alive with machinery.

I whispered. "I know," Zanele said, lowering her voice with reverence. "Everyone expects her to be this massive centerpiece. But that’s part of her magic. You have to come close. She draws you in." We stood in silence, observing the calm mystery of her smile, the knowing glint in her eyes. Zanele leaned over. "Fun fact: this room is so well protected, there’s not even any cell signal in here. Thick walls, signal-jammers—no distractions."

And now I was going back to it. Nocturne was busy as usual, LUNARIS loomed ahead, black glass and silver curves towering above the rest of the district. Across the street was a sleek shopping center. Lucien pulled up to the curb in front of the mall. “You got an hour,” Zane said. “Here’s my card.” “Limit?” He gave me a look that said, ‘are you kidding me?’ “Right, no limit,” I answered myself and Lucien laughed. “Call me if anything happens, but I doubt anything will. If you don’t feel safe, come straight to Lunaris. Understood?”

I felt an irritation crawl through my skin as he referred to me as a 'girl'. "It was built for the New York top billionaires who wished not to be tracked," Zara continued. "Private dealings, hidden labs and all under the table rendezvous. Just name it. This zone ain't on their city maps." "No signals, no survelliance," Rodney added, flipping the final switch. "They'd hit a dead end even if they traced the explosion." The jet began to roll, slow at first, then steadily gaining momentum. "So we're invisible then?" I asked, still trying to process it all.

“I'm not talking about his family home though. I don't think he was stupid enough to take you there.” “Ohh," she sat back. “You're talking about the dead zone. That's why you need me because I know the layout.” “Precisely. You said that's where you found the files. I need those files.” “I'm getting the picture now. Although, the dead zone is a lot harder to break into than a family residence. There are lots of cameras and guards and mercenaries around. Not to mention the watchtower that's guarded 24 hours a day, seven days a week. It's damn near impossible.”

POV DARLENE The "Clean Zones" were not just cities; they were Geological Denials. As we moved further south, away from the glass ruins of the Grid-City and toward the heart of the Humanity-First Coalition, the world underwent a terrifying sterilization. The vibrant, chaotic violet-gold resonance that had unified the North and the "Awakened" was being systematically bleached. Here, the sky wasn't a natural blue or even a digital indigo—it was a Static, Surgical White, filtered through massive atmospheric scrubbers that siphoned the "Too Much" energy from the very air we breathed.

I sit up slowly, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. “C’mere,” Zane tells me. His arms close around me and carry me into the bathroom. He’s bare-chested, wearing gray sweats and nothing else— ready for skinny dipping. He sets me on the bathroom counter and pulls my leggings down my thighs, somehow managing not to touch me in a single inappropriate spot. He leaves my T- shirt on. Then he picks me up again and slowly lowers me into the tub. My toe brushes against the surface, and— “No,” I say.