Ps. You Are My Happiness

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

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'

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

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 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