The old friends I had are since long gone. I can't even remember when I first met them or who they were. It was so long ago, I must've surely lost my mind somehow.

I got new friends now, we are sitting down and watching the fire. In front of me sits Paweł, a polish guy who we rescued when we were living in Helsingborg and went to Stockholm. He doesn't talk much, he's mute because of the horror he had to endure that faithful night.

We all are mute because of this, meaning we don't speak much about the past. It's all gone now.

All we have is eachother. We lean and fight for freedom together. Next to him sits Heinrich, a german guy who we rescued back when we were situated in Karlskrona. His situation back then was dire and horrible. We don't speak of this either.

I take a sip of my beer, spitting out my gum before I drink. The beer is the only drink I drink nowadays, ever since my boyfriend died. His name was Erik. He was as lost as me back then. We were friends before we met of course.

He and I met on a bar in Helsingborg. We became lovers in the second of March in 2018.

In December of that year, I got severly depressed. He was one of the people that got me on my feet again.

After that period of sadness, I came back and worked on my books. I also worked on my bike, my beloved Harley Davidson, which I got as a present by Erik. He knew what buttons he could press, that little rascal.

Haha. That was back when everything was calm and fun.

Anyways, next to me sits Zamarous, we usually call him Zam for short. He's an afro-american who I adore so much. He was the one that rescued me and Erik from the vicious and brutal monsters who we call them Mortems or Draugrs or simply monsters. Zamarous came here prior to my meeting with my boyfriend.

At the back of all of us sits Movitz. He sits there like a statue. We know why but still we can't tell if it was that or the other thing that caused this problematic behaviour. We simply just let him be.

We rescued Movitz back in Åstorp. He was devastated and full of anger. His family was killed in a car crash. They crashed because of those Mortems.

I shave my sides of my mohawk with a sharp bloody knife as I say...

- They have ruined us! It's time we show who's boss.

But we can't go out right now. At daylight, they are... slow as hell but many. It's at night we can strike.

We don't have much food left and our drinks and our water supply is running out. We are soon to be doomed if we don't move.

- We should move soon, I said.

- Yeah, it's getting dark soon. As you always say, at night we strike! Said Heinrich.

- Are you two fools mad? We don't have enough supplies to make weapons! The weapons we had are broken and gone somewhere, said Zam.

- If we don't get the hell out of here, we will become food to the mortems! In this case, you are the fool here! Beat it, Zam! What do we have to lose? Nothing!

- Well... I... Forget it. Yes, Viking, I'll pack our bags.

We prepared ourselves for the new journey. The bags were filled with heavy stuff and various essential supplies.