The only Joy in the world is to begin
-Cesare Pavese
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(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 about girls and boobs at the end. I just doze off next to Ivan, tired as ever and before I know it, I fall asleep on his shoulder, without seeing nightmares about the infected ones but finding it totally comfortable.
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"Wake up," I hear someone call me. I stir in my sleep and open my eyes. I groan when I remember I am not at my apartment but in this strange country which has got destroyed by a strange apocalypse.
"Fucking great," I mutter, rubbing my eyes.
Ivan looks at me strangely and rolls his eyes, "We have to get down. Are you sure you won't fall when you get down? Because there are three zombies outside our vehicle at the moment." he reminds me.
"Zombies...? Yeah- yeah, I am fine."
"Remember you two." Ivan gets mine and Eric's attention. "Remember not to use your rifles and guns. It's better if we can deal with the zombies with tricks because gunshots ought to attract them. They react to sounds."
"Really?"
"Yeah. So before leaving, there are some facts we got to know about them during these months. One, they react to sound and light. Two, they get drawn to the smell of human blood. Three, they don't think. Four, their stamina is limitless. Five, they work according to their instincts. Let's go."
The new information shakes me a bit. It's already a nightmare that a simple scratch can make another healthy person infected... now that we know more about them, it sounds even worse. Why did I even volunteer?
Well, there are many reasons. Maybe because I was depressed when I got the rejection letter saying that I could not work in the special forces, which has always been my dream. Maybe because my boyfriend dumped me a month ago because I was jobless. Maybe because my mother called me a disappointment and cut all ties with me. And now there's another reason—this man.
"Let's go." Ivan snaps his finger in front of me. "Don't back away now."
"I am not..." I mumble.
Ivan gets down first, taking the lead as the leader. I get down last to see him smashing a zombie's head against the nearest building wall and smashing another's head with the baseball bat. Henry takes care of the other by cutting the head off the zombie.
"Let's move on," Ivan says as Eric, and I stand still as statues, surprised as ever.
"Get used to it. They like to play the hero. Especially Ivan," Sasha says with a laugh.
Ivan walks in front of us, looking around and listening from time to time. We make our way toward the building, where we find a board on the ground which says "Central Laboratory". I sigh in relief, realising we've arrived at the location.
"Don't feel too happy. See." Ivan says, pointing at the building, and I could see moving figures inside the building.
"Oh, fuck." I mutter, feeling my stomach become heavy.
"This area is the most crowded part of the Capital. Around five thousand live in this little area alone, and we don't know how many have been infected. So I want everyone to cooperate and take this slow without creating a huge fuss, alright?" Ivan does his small pep talk, which makes me sick in my stomach. Damn. I regret life.
He looks at Eric and finally looks at me. Seeing the horrified look on my face, a smirk grows on his lips. Oh, wow. He can make a lot of expressions than I thought. I am taken aback.
"Don't die. Have everyone's back. If it's too much, be selfish." he says before walking ahead of us.
He peeks through the door and curses under his breath. We walk and peek next to him to find at least ten infected ones inside.
"What do we do?" Sasha asks.
"We can't go inside unseen. There isn't anything to hide behind." Henry says.
"Should we use it?" Ivan asks Sasha.
"I guess so," Sasha takes out something from his back, which is a toy bear. She walks back in the direction we came and keeps the bear on the ground. Then she comes back, holding the remote of the bear.
"Let's hide there," Ivan says, showing a wall, and we all squeeze behind it. I watch in amusement as Sasha switches on the bear by the remote. At first, nothing happens, only that the bear starts singing a nursery rhyme amidst the mess.
But after a while, the growling from the zombies increases, and as we watch, the ones who are inside start piling outside. I squeeze my eyes, wishing the sound of their bones crushing would fade away, but they don't. After a while, I feel a tap on my shoulder.
I open my eyes, and it's Ivan. He signs me toward the entrance, letting me know that the coast is clear. He takes my hand, and we sprint toward the entrance. Sasha doesn't stop the bear from singing nursery rhymes to keep the zombies engaged. I run inside with a pounding, and I feel this sudden fear of death for the first time in my life.
I realise this whole thing isn't something that I can take lightly. This is serious. One single wrong action can cost my life and the life of the ones around me.
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
Happiness is an inside job-Anonymous~.~We run in the corridor past the dead zombies and come to the fire exit stairway door. Ivan takes the lead as usual and opens the door. He runs upstairs, with us following from behind. We run a couple of stairways and come to the third floor."There are two laboratories that we have to search. How about we split up?" Ivan asks."Sure, it'll be a good idea. I have the two walkie-talkies with me." Sasha takes out the two walkie-talkies and gives one to Ivan."What are the teams?" Henry asks."If possible, let me be in the group that has three. I am still not used to this whole thing." Eric says.I look at him and mouth 'Scardey cat', to which he flicks my forehead."Then... the usual teams. We usually have Henry and me, and in team two, Ivan." Sasha replies."Eric takes the team with three means... I am with you." I look at Ivan, who nods. I can't believe I am teaming up with him.Then he simply opens the door to the third floor and put out his h
Happiness shared is the flower - John Harrican ~.~ Ivan clears his throat, "We should continue our search." he says. I pull away from the hug and look away awkwardly. Why did I do such a thing? "The morning sunlight will pour in through the windows any second now. If the zombies in the corridors see us, it'll be bad. So we better hurry and gather as much information as we can." We inspect the first cupboard by the entrance in the pitch darkness. "Wait. Why don't we check the computers first? They might have the research information because they were doing it while hell broke loose. Right?" I ask Ivan. "Then we have to switch on the electricity again," he says. "Yeah. But we have no choice. We need the electricity." Ivan thinks for a while and takes out the walkie-talkie. "Are you guys safe? Over," he says to the walkie-talkie. A reply comes from Sasha after a while, "Yes. What about you? Over." "Same here. Now Andrea assumes the research and lab reports might be in the co
Don't search for Happiness. Create it.-Anonymous~.~Ivan keeps his bag on the ground and takes out two ramen bowls. He opens a water bottle and splits the water into the two plastic bowls that already have the dry noodles inside. I break the flavour packets and add them to the bowls. Then we let the noodles get soak."How are the others doing?" I ask about the other team."They have locked themselves in a room like us. After eating, I will go outside and check all the computers. You stay here. Okay?""Nooo. I want to help-"Ivan frowns at me."If you want to get locked up with the zombies next door, I am fine with that. I'll do it.""Come on! You are so-""Handsome. I know.""Wha- I- I didn't say that!""You said it in your sleep. 'Handsome but rude.' Thank you so much for the compliment."OH MY GOD! WHAT!HOW!?"When did I say that?!" I ask, already embarrassed about the whole thing."In your sleep a few minutes back. You sleep talk, didn't you know?" he asks."I! I had no idea!" I
Happiness is a journey, not a destination. -Ben Sweetland ~.~ I wait for the electricity to go off. When it does, I find myself in a blindly dark room. I wait for Ivan to come back and fetch me. He comes after a while with the door flinging open. And I quickly walk out of the room with him. We start searching where we left off the day before. We search through every file for a clue regarding the file's password. An hour into the search, Ivan sits on a chair for rest and dozes off to sleep after a while. I wake him up and ask him to sleep on the floor as he might get neck pain from sleeping on the chair. I find some lab coats in a cupboard and make a small pillow for him. I let Ivan sleep there and search through files for three hours. As I get tired, I take the walkie-talkie and contact the ones in the other lab. "I am Andrea here. Over." "Hi, Andrea. It's Henry here. Over." Henry replies. "What are you guys doing? I searched for a clue about the password but still had no luck.
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