12. Undead Chase
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
Sunshine

Don't forget to leave your comments and reviews!

| Like
Continue to read this book on the App

Related Chapters

Latest Chapter