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'
The only Joy in the world is to begin -Cesare Pavese ~.~ (a week later) We join the others after morning sleep, whereas they have already prepared themselves. I find Ivan holding a baseball bat and swinging it from side to side. When I look at him, I see him simply laughing at something Sasha said, and something stirs inside my heart. Maybe I am having a heart attack. "We can't guarantee you'll live if you come with us. You can still decide to stay back." Henry reminds us as a warning. But Eric and I decide to go with them as we can't stay back doing nothing. Most importantly, I want to save these buggers and return to my country soon. We get on to the same vehicle we did the last time. Ivan is the last to get on as he made sure for the nth time that Bailey and Derrick would be okay back at the hideout for a few days. We don't know for how long. The vehicle starts rolling, and Eric and Henry get into a conversation about random things. Their conversation leads them to talk abo
If you want to be happy, be -Leo Tolstoy ~.~ We make it to the nearest room and lock ourselves in it. I thought we would have some rest, but Ivan takes this paper from the wall and lays it on the table in the middle of the room. "This is the structure of the lab," he says. He goes through it with serious eyes and explains what he thinks of the structure and what steps he thinks we should take. I find him really talented and experienced in things like this. It makes me want to question if he has always wanted to become a detective or if it happened without a liking. Has he always been this inquisitive and talented? "Do you know which room we are aiming for?" I ask out of nowhere. "I am thinking about the storage room where all the files might be. But if we dig deep into situations like this, they might've kept it in a secretive place or a secured one." "You are right. We'll check the storage room first and go to the other parts." Sasha says. "The storage room is in the basemen
Very little is needed to make a happy life -Marcus Aurelius ~.~ Henry walks to the door and keeps his hand on the handle. Taking a deep breath, he parts the door just enough to take a peek. Right as he does, a zombie slams against the door with growling sounds, and he closes the door again. "We'll spend the rest of the day here, shall we?" he asks, looking bewildered. I walk to the window next to the door, which has a curtain and slightly parts it enough to look through it. "Don't." Ivan quickly pulls me back with his hand on my shoulder. "If they spot you through the window, they'll attack it. I don't think this window is strong enough to keep us safe," he says to me, looking up at me. "O-okay..." Ahh, don't look at me like that. There's complete silence in the room for a while. Sasha sits on the ground against the door, and Henry sits beside her. Eric sits on the only chair that's in the room. I look for Ivan, but he has gone back to the large bookrack where he's looking ove
To be happy, you must be your own sunshine-C. E. Jerningham~.~The ventilation tube fills with my screams of horror. Ivan holds the zombie's head with his free hand and twists it until the zombie dies. He pushes the zombie away and looks at me, who's still startled and shivering in fear.He looks at the deep bite mark on his hand and looks at me. I can see through his eyes that he's struggling to think of something. I don't know what."Ivan..." I mutter his name and take his injured arm close to examine it.His hand holds mine, and I can feel it has turned cold due to the instant blood loss. I quickly open my side bag, where I've arranged some first aid. Then I pull out some wrapping bands from it."It'll hurt, okay?" I quickly wrap his arm tightly so that he won't spill more blood."You are aware that I will soon be infected, right?" he asks.For some reason, my vision gets blurred with tears. Why did this stranger have to take the zombie attack instead of me? The zombie was about