Happiness is what makes you pretty
-Anonymous
This world is cruel, but most of all, the people we live with are the cruellest of them all. Having a pounding heart themselves, it's a mystery why they don't understand that their friend also has a heart and that heart can get hurt too.
Why do people always try to fuck up each other's lives? Let it be terrorism, raping, bullying or abusing, drug trafficking or murdering.
If a person badly wants to ruin someone else's life, they should ruin their own lives in return. What right do they have to destroy another person's beautiful life?
~.~
Within two months, the progress had become much better. We only found fifteen more infected people, and most of the drug vials have been destroyed except for the vials that might be in the hands of individuals.
The general public's response to everything went better than we expected. The military even started the process of delivering food to doorsteps for the locked-down people, and I got one chance to contact Bright within that time.
I remember my first mission as I lean against the wall in the pitch darkness of the abandoned building with my rifle. Back in Cargo, all my teammates died within a few minutes. So far, my new team has survived, and we have killed nearly thirty infected ones.
This building marks the last location of our mission, and it'll be a success in destroying the batches of the SPI drug. However, what is created can never be destroyed.
The fact that this virus came to the surface of the earth only means that its impact will follow us for years. Scientists are still improving the vaccine, and I believe the virus only spread this much because of the SPI drug. The drug has supposedly made the virus virulent.
It's a fact they have overlooked, and I am glad this happened now so there won't be any more mistakes in the future.
"Around ten men are in the building with us, some suspects of victims and some suspects of drug trafficking. Sane or insane, capture them or kill them." Book says to our earpiece.
"Roger that," I reply.
I hear a few gunshots as I proceed, going through all the empty rooms, making sure that there isn't anyone hiding.
"One dead."
"One captured. He's insane."
"One sane shot in the leg."
"One tied to the wall."
"One running upstairs to the third floor!"
Bang!
"Dead."
"Ground floor clear."
"Fourth floor clear."
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Ps. You Are My Happiness
FanficAmidst the blood-stained streets and crumbling buildings of a world ravaged by the undead, Bright and Win find an unexpected connection between them. They discover that even amidst death's relentless grip, love can still thrive. A Zombie Apocalypse...