Ps. You Are My Happiness

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Happiness cannot be consumed

-Anonymous

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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