Happiness is a choice, not destiny - Ralph Waldo Emerson ~.~ I wait for Ivan to come inside. It takes him a while to return. And when he does, he has blood on his face. "Ahh! What happened to your face!" I exclaim in horror. "Just some blood," Ivan replies nonchalantly and closes the door behind him. I quickly hold his face and turn it in all directions, checking if he's bitten or scratched somewhere again. Ivan keeps his hands on mine that are on his cheeks. "Chillax. It's just the others' blood." he walks past me and flumps himself on the floor. Then looks at my concerned self. "What do we do about the security password?" he asks. "I have no idea. It's not like we can guess it. If it's a person's password, we could've tried birthdays and stuff." "Right. That's what I mean. We can't fuck up the five attempts." "Are you going to check for something outside now?" I ask as I give him a piece of paper to wipe his face. "We should think another way. Think you have to keep a pa

Every moment's joy is life's sweetest melody -Alex Bennett ~.~ The door opens again after a while, and that's when my breathing evens out. He's here again, but why is he here? I look at him and find him sweating with blood scattered on his body. He... has killed the zombies so we can leave. I follow him and walk out of the door, and we walk in the corridor in silence. I notice the dead zombies along the corridor, blood splattered everywhere, making us step on them and make a trail of bloody footsteps. We don't run as we usually do, and I realise the change is all because of what I did. I regret. I shouldn't have done that. "I am sorry," I say as soon as we take the turn to the main corridor. "I- I wasn't thinking when I did that, and you-" "Why did you do it then?" "I don't know." He stops in his tracks and turns to face me. "I don't know about you, Andrea. But for me, it's something that happens between people who love. It might be just another kiss for you, but I take it ser

Happiness is a state of mind- Dalai Lama~.~The head turns in my direction, and I suppress my scream, keeping my hands on my lips. Ivan holds the zombie's broken neck and forces it to face the face ID. I could sense Ivan's frustration with the situation. He doesn't want anything to go wrong. But the zombie has come back to life, and it's struggling on the spot.Ivan tries a few times, but as all his struggles fail, he slams the man on the ground and steps on the neck. I wince at the situation, and Ivan looks at my horrified face."Close your eyes," he whispers.My eyes tear up."I said, close your eyes," he repeats.I close my eyes with tears running down my cheeks. My stomach churns when I hear crackling sounds and all the horrifying sounds I can imagine. I bury my face in my hands with tears running down, and I control myself not to cry out.The sounds stop after a while, and something drops on the ground."Don't open your eyes," Ivan says again.I want to open my eyes, but I am n

Happiness cannot be consumed-Anonymous~.~I sit on the floor and wait for Ivan while massaging my sore legs and fantasising about our high school love story. Been running and doing all kinds of things. My feet hurt like hell. It takes Ivan around five minutes to come back. When he's back, he hands me the gun, which has all the bullets left."I don't think we should waste the bullets. I found an empty room. I'll lure the zombies there and lock as much as I can." he says."How would you do that?"Ivan goes through his bag and takes out a plastic phone."I had this as a kid," he says, showing me a phone.He presses a button, and a song plays."It's Barbie," I say."Yep.""I like Barbie. I have watched all the films.""Me too."We hear some banging sounds on the door, a sign that the zombies are reacting to the music. Ivan switches the phone off and waits for them to calm down. Then he walks out of the door, asking me to lock it just in case, and I do. Because I trust that he'll make it

The only way to do great work is to love what you do – Steve Jobs ~.~ I stay hidden, and Ivan comes into the lab. He asks me to stay in the same place and crouches in front of me. We wait for a few minutes for the zombies outside to calm down. And meanwhile, I extend my hand and keep it against his eyes. With my free hand, I ruffle his hair to get out the tiny pieces of glass from his hair. "How do we find Sasha and the other two?" he questions me once I am done cleaning his hair. Wow, he's too comfortable always asking me for a solution. "Search the rooms and see. I'll talk with Sasha to comfort her. She might be deadly worried." "Give me the gun. She said there was a zombie stuck with him. I can't fight one in front of her." I give him my gun. He searches the rooms and finds Sasha in one room. After a while, I hear a low bang, and I realise Ivan might've killed the zombie inside. So I quickly get out of where I am hiding and run to the room where I find Ivan hugging Sash