My father, the architect of this world's transformation, and I, the unwitting catalyst for its descent into chaos. The revelations from the documents in my possession unfolded a narrative that linked my death and resurrection to the catastrophic events around me.
After changing into more suitable attire and preparing a backpack with essential items, I descended into the living room. The shattered windows allowed the morning sunlight to pierce through, creating a glimmering spectacle reminiscent of diamonds on the floor. The furniture lay scattered, some repurposed to barricade my father's office.
The discovery of a billboard advertising a "Survivors camp at Balaton" pointed me in a direction. My destination was set, and it seemed like the only viable option in this bleak reality. Changing into the clothes I had prepared, I stuffed the backpack with essentials, including clothes, fire starters, alcohol, knives, an axe.
The living room yielded no maps, but I found a touristic rucksack among the stored luggage, ready for the journey. Strapping a sleeping bag and hammock to the outside of it, I was prepared for the road ahead. However, the thought of walking crossed my mind, prompting me to locate my trusty trekking bike.
A search for a manual pump led me to the basement, where Josh used to tinker with his BMX bike. After finding the pump, 15 minutes of tire inflation had the bike ready for the journey ahead.
With the downhill start behind our house, I faced a choice: a forested uphill path or the city streets. An unsettling prospect given the potential for encountering more monstrous beings like the ones in GRON.
Despite my fears, I pedaled down the streets, maneuvering around obstacles and reminiscing about the vibrant city that once existed. The journey along the Danube River brought me to another bridge, more or less intact. However, on the other side awaited a dense forest, shrouded in mystery and potential danger.
As I approached the forest, my instincts warned of lurking threats. The chain on my bike squeaked, a dissonant sound against the quiet landscape. I shifted to a higher gear, the rhythmic whir of the chain now drowned by the speed.
Yet, my progress was interrupted by a sudden shout from behind. "WAIT!" The urgency in the voice echoed through the air, introducing a new uncertainty to my already perilous journey.