There is only one happiness in this life, to love and be loved-George Sand~.~Bailey takes out a syringe and stabs Eric's neck quickly. She injects the substance inside, but my heart feels so cold, thinking it may be too late. Just as she does that, my hands get pulled back, and a soldier cuffs me. I turn to him in confusion."What are you doing??" I ask."It's for the safety of others." the tall guy says before turning to the rest of the soldiers. "Cuff them and check their bodies. Take the infected man into a separate lab.""Wait!" I exclaim. "Can I meet your captain? His name is Luke Plowden. One of my friends. And stop handcuffing us! We are not infected!""Right." the rude man says before looking at Eric, who looks sane but in a trance. And the rude man's attention goes to Ivan, who has his arm bandaged. "Show us your arms."I become impatient. This guy is just too much!A soldier walks to Ivan and removes the bandages forcefully, then reveals his fresh marks on the arms."Were
Folks are usually about as happy as they make their minds up to be. -Abraham Lincoln ~.~ (A/N: The written letters are in between * marks) *Dear Eric, You are such an idiot. How could you get bitten like that at the very end?? We were just a second away from being free from the virus, but you decided to let a zombie bite you! Are you crazy or something? Idiot. I really want you to come back and talk with me like before. I want to spend more time with you and get to know you because you are like a brother to me. So pull yourself together, and fight the virus! Eliminate it from your body and come back so we can grab a beer and talk about the zombies with a laugh. Anyways. I hope you get released soon so we can meet sometime. I am glad Bailey found the antidote, or else you'd be dead meat by now. Pull yourself together and stay safe till they release you. I'll come to see you as soon as you are released. Don't you dare die on me! Andrea.* ~.~ Then, I write on the second paper f
Some cause happiness wherever they go, others whenever they go -Oscar Wilde ~.~ (A/N: the written letters are between the * marks) - *Mon Chéri, To answer your questions, my favourite beverage is coffee, although my stomach doesn't respond well to that. And my favourite song is Warriors by Imagine Dragons. It was in a series I watched. And no, I am not a diary person. I have never written in diaries. So. I am going to get released in two days. It's been seven months since the isolation period, and I am excited yet anxious to meet you. It's never been the same since the virus spread in Cargo, so it'll take me some time to get used to my life ahead. But thank you for writing to me every two days because without those letters I would've been so depressed. I never thought I would say this to someone. I never thought I would fall for someone after everything, either. I think I love you more than you can think. And my heart is beating fast as I am writing this letter to you. I can't
No medicine cures what happiness cannot-Gabriel García Márquez~.~When I walk inside, Ivan is sitting on the floor, packing his bags. He looks up when he hears the sound of footsteps. His eyes widen when he sees me, and he gets up instantly. The next thing I know, I get engulfed in a warm hug, and I hug back with tears trying to escape my eyes.It was my first time seeing him after months of absence."Shit. I missed you so much." he nuzzles his nose in my neck and kisses me there. I melt at the closure and breathe in his shampoo scent. That hug makes me feel a bit better."Let's go home," I say.He softly laughs at my words, drawing back and looking into my eyes."I never thought, after everything, there'd be a home waiting for me," he says."I am your home, and you are mine.""Thank you."I smile at his words.Ivan picks up his belongings, and I help him with one."What are all these?" I ask about the two bags."The military gave me clothes and other necessities. And you know... th
Happiness is only real when shared -Anonymous ~.~ "Eric only has one last shot of vaccine left. His state will normalize after that." Luke says on the phone. "Okay. When can I visit him?" I ask. "In two weeks will be fine. He reminded me of you. It's too bad you can't meet him. Anyway, he liked the gift you sent." he says. "Aww. Tell him that I love him. And... What is your plan after this? Can he resume his work in the Marine Corps? What about his future?" I ask. "Surely. He'll be able to work as before. But it will take some time. As he's like this due to the mission, the military is under obligation to look after him till the end. So you don't have to worry about his safety and well-being," he says. The conversation ends after a few words, and I sigh in relief. I keep my phone aside and walk toward the sliding window. The clouds huddle in front of the sun, making the sky look gloomier. I watch through the window with a cup of coffee in my hands to keep my hands warm. The we
Happiness is the greatest form of success-Anonymous~.~It all started when a neurotropic virus similar to rabies spread in the capital of the country, Cargo. The cause of the infection was never discovered as the virus spread through the country at a speed that even a lockdown or martial law couldn't control it.The ones who didn't get infected by the virus ran away to other countries. Refugees were collected in those countries, but everyone was careful not to take them in without isolation. So the isolation processes began.All the borders that separated Cargo got closed off forever. After a few months, once the refugees from Cargo got tested negative for the virus, my country, Ocasta, decided it was time to send a volunteer team to Cargo in search of survivors. It sounded insane in everyone's ears, but a set of volunteers, including myself, came to the Military Headquarters within a week."The virus is similar to rabies, and it travels via central nerves and finally affects the br
Happiness depends on ourselves -Aristotle ~.~ I hold out my rifle and shoot at whoever's coming at us. Their heads blow, shoulders break, and they fall on the ground at the impact of the bullets. Eric imitates me and shoots in all directions. But we are outnumbered by hundreds, and even the fallen ones rise to their legs right in front of us. We step back while shooting at the people. And suddenly, we hear the roaring of a vehicle. Within a few seconds, in front of our eyes, a vehicle smashes over the infected ones and stops in front of us. Its door flings open in front of me. "Get in!" someone shouts from inside. Without giving another thought, I get into the vehicle while shooting at the infected ones who are still coming after us. Eric gets behind me, and we close the door. The pounding in my heart drops as the door closes, putting a barrier between the walking dead and us. After calming down, only I look around the vehicle. The inside of the vehicle is too dark to see anyth
Being happy never goes out of style -C. E. Jerningham ~.~ "Don't mind, Ivan. That's how he is." Bailey takes me to a separate room. "You and Eric can spend the night here, the conditions aren't that good, but you can at least live here without worrying about death," she says. "Yeah. That's more than enough." I sit on the mattress that's on the floor. "So, tell me about you." she sits in front of me. "Why don't you go first?" I ask. "Alright. I am Bailey, as you know. And I am a scientist and a detective to the forces. I am a junior of Ivan. Actually, he's the only senior here, and he's currently our team leader. When the infection outbroke, we got teamed up to rescue people. Then we stayed back and built this place as Ivan didn't want to go without knowing the sole reason." she says. "So you all stayed back because of him?" I ask. "No." she points behind me where there's a steel door. "That's an isolation room. Three zombies are in there." "What?!" "Yes. My mother, Derrick'
Happiness is only real when shared -Anonymous ~.~ "Eric only has one last shot of vaccine left. His state will normalize after that." Luke says on the phone. "Okay. When can I visit him?" I ask. "In two weeks will be fine. He reminded me of you. It's too bad you can't meet him. Anyway, he liked the gift you sent." he says. "Aww. Tell him that I love him. And... What is your plan after this? Can he resume his work in the Marine Corps? What about his future?" I ask. "Surely. He'll be able to work as before. But it will take some time. As he's like this due to the mission, the military is under obligation to look after him till the end. So you don't have to worry about his safety and well-being," he says. The conversation ends after a few words, and I sigh in relief. I keep my phone aside and walk toward the sliding window. The clouds huddle in front of the sun, making the sky look gloomier. I watch through the window with a cup of coffee in my hands to keep my hands warm. The we
No medicine cures what happiness cannot-Gabriel García Márquez~.~When I walk inside, Ivan is sitting on the floor, packing his bags. He looks up when he hears the sound of footsteps. His eyes widen when he sees me, and he gets up instantly. The next thing I know, I get engulfed in a warm hug, and I hug back with tears trying to escape my eyes.It was my first time seeing him after months of absence."Shit. I missed you so much." he nuzzles his nose in my neck and kisses me there. I melt at the closure and breathe in his shampoo scent. That hug makes me feel a bit better."Let's go home," I say.He softly laughs at my words, drawing back and looking into my eyes."I never thought, after everything, there'd be a home waiting for me," he says."I am your home, and you are mine.""Thank you."I smile at his words.Ivan picks up his belongings, and I help him with one."What are all these?" I ask about the two bags."The military gave me clothes and other necessities. And you know... th
Some cause happiness wherever they go, others whenever they go -Oscar Wilde ~.~ (A/N: the written letters are between the * marks) - *Mon Chéri, To answer your questions, my favourite beverage is coffee, although my stomach doesn't respond well to that. And my favourite song is Warriors by Imagine Dragons. It was in a series I watched. And no, I am not a diary person. I have never written in diaries. So. I am going to get released in two days. It's been seven months since the isolation period, and I am excited yet anxious to meet you. It's never been the same since the virus spread in Cargo, so it'll take me some time to get used to my life ahead. But thank you for writing to me every two days because without those letters I would've been so depressed. I never thought I would say this to someone. I never thought I would fall for someone after everything, either. I think I love you more than you can think. And my heart is beating fast as I am writing this letter to you. I can't
Folks are usually about as happy as they make their minds up to be. -Abraham Lincoln ~.~ (A/N: The written letters are in between * marks) *Dear Eric, You are such an idiot. How could you get bitten like that at the very end?? We were just a second away from being free from the virus, but you decided to let a zombie bite you! Are you crazy or something? Idiot. I really want you to come back and talk with me like before. I want to spend more time with you and get to know you because you are like a brother to me. So pull yourself together, and fight the virus! Eliminate it from your body and come back so we can grab a beer and talk about the zombies with a laugh. Anyways. I hope you get released soon so we can meet sometime. I am glad Bailey found the antidote, or else you'd be dead meat by now. Pull yourself together and stay safe till they release you. I'll come to see you as soon as you are released. Don't you dare die on me! Andrea.* ~.~ Then, I write on the second paper f
There is only one happiness in this life, to love and be loved-George Sand~.~Bailey takes out a syringe and stabs Eric's neck quickly. She injects the substance inside, but my heart feels so cold, thinking it may be too late. Just as she does that, my hands get pulled back, and a soldier cuffs me. I turn to him in confusion."What are you doing??" I ask."It's for the safety of others." the tall guy says before turning to the rest of the soldiers. "Cuff them and check their bodies. Take the infected man into a separate lab.""Wait!" I exclaim. "Can I meet your captain? His name is Luke Plowden. One of my friends. And stop handcuffing us! We are not infected!""Right." the rude man says before looking at Eric, who looks sane but in a trance. And the rude man's attention goes to Ivan, who has his arm bandaged. "Show us your arms."I become impatient. This guy is just too much!A soldier walks to Ivan and removes the bandages forcefully, then reveals his fresh marks on the arms."Were
“The foolish man seeks happiness in the distance, the wise grows it under his feet.”-James Oppenheim~.~As Ivan drives in the other direction, the mindless zombies run after it. We take that as the green light to move. We quickly make our way through the streets toward the supermarket from before. We hide behind walls and sneak around the supermarket. As we come across the parking lot, we can see many zombies lurking among the vehicles."Damn it," Eric mutters."Let's wait for Ivan and proceed. We are almost there." Henry says, looking at the green meadow ahead of us, which is across the parking lot.So we hide and wait for Ivan behind the supermarket. It takes almost half an hour for Ivan to appear. He almost runs past us but stops when he sees us.He joins us and hides behind the supermarket as well."We'll have to make it through the parking lot," he says."Yeah. And there's a field afterwards. So surely, once we are out of the parking lot, the zombies will spot us. We only get a
Let no one ever come to you without leaving better and happier -Mother Theresa ~.~ (The Day) Each one of us prepared a backpack for the short journey. I had mine filled with some samples we found in the laboratory, and Ivan has his one filled with those as well. Others have gadgets to lure the zombies away. And last but not least, Eric and I have the smoke signal guns safely tucked in our pockets. It's early in the morning, and we decided not to choose night because of the smoke signals. At night no one would notice the smoke signal at all. That makes it even more difficult as zombies see well during daylight. We put on our bags and leave for the vehicle. As we discussed last night, we are going to enter the deadliest part of the city, which has the most number of zombies than other areas. I can remember the last time I was there. It was swarming with zombies. Sasha made a sketch of the area and drew out a plan on how we could travel by vehicle for a mile or two and get
“Most people are about as happy as they make up their minds to be.” -Abraham Lincoln ~.~ When night comes, everyone goes to sleep. I get up from the floor mattress and go to Ivan's room. I don't know why. But my feet take me there. I walk over to his bed and look at his peaceful sleeping face. "It's a bit creepy to watch someone sleep," he says without opening his eyes. "Tsk. And too creepy to pretend sleep." "I was actually sleeping. I am a light sleeper." "Damn. I can't imagine how you sleep." "What are you doing here? Missed me?" he asks. "Not really." "Says the guy who kissed me twice in my sleep-" I quickly cover his mouth with my hand. "Stop using that against me." I hiss. He holds my hand and pulls me toward him with a smirk. I fall on top of him, and when I try to get away, he puts his arm around my waist. "Why don't you sleep here tonight?" he suggests. "Really? Wouldn't it be awkward?" I ask. "I am going to sleep next to you once we escape this country anyway
Life is full of happiness and tears; be strong and have faith.” -Kareena Kapoor Khan~.~We decided to leave our hideout in one week of time. So the packing starts before everything, and everyone seems to be excited about leaving already."I want Ivan! Where is Ivan??" Bailey yells across the hall in search of Ivan, who's currently making me a bowl of instant noodles."What do you want, nerd?" Ivan asks in a playful tone."I want your blood," Bailey says in a sinister way."Are you a vampire or something?" I ask, holding out the bowl so Ivan can put the noodles in. Once he does, he starts washing the pan he used to make the noodles.Ivan is my personal noodles maker."I am not." Bailey says. "I have to make the antidote, guys. I can do it quickly. In two days' time if I get Ivan's blood sample.""Ohh." Ivan and I say in unison.Ivan follows Bailey. I follow them while chewing on the noodles.Bailey makes Ivan sit on a chair, and she takes out a new syringe. I close my eyes when she d