We are headed to Birka. An Island distant to Stockholm and an Island belonging to Stockholm.
There we will get on a rescue ship that can take us to Germany. It'll take days, weeks and supplies but it's important for our survival.
We took a wooded boat. Zam being our driver and Heinrich being our lookout for mortems. The rest are just crew members.
All the supplies will fit. All of us will fit too. The only thing stopping us is the thought: Is this the end?
But we can't stop here. We need to move onwards.
- Row Zam! Row!
- I am trying, boss! Calm the fuck down, you lot.
- Ey! I ain't speaking so shut up, Heinrich said.
- Stop! My ears are bleeding, Movitz said.
We got shocked. He spoke! He really did!
- You guys need to sort out whatever demons you got inside you and shut the living hell up!
- Alright guys! We move! I said.
As we were rowing, we sang songs. Movitz is good at this kind of activity. He was a singer for a heavy metal band back when he was young.
We drank bottles of Vodka too! We sang stories of our pasts and had fun.
In these two days of rowing, we finally got to Birka. We didn't get any sleep or at least a long lasting sleeptime. We were looking out for Sjömonster. That's what we call the dead sea creatures.
Birka was inhabited this time with Mortems at the shore. When we killed them, we moved forward and then we saw people screaming and talking to eachother like cackling chickens on a farm.
One of them was my past classmate. Gabriel. It was a long, long, long time ago. This was in Middle school. He and I were best buddies. I remember those distant good times. It sadly came to an abrupt end when we parted ways in High school. We got switched together. I was introduced to a new class and he was also introduced the same way.
He and I chatted a little. We recalled a few memories and then the ship called everyone onboard. Some people were devastated, they had to leave either their friends or family members. It made me even cry and I had shed a single tear since the loss of my beloved Erik.
The ship was moving towards Germany. It wiggled a lot and some of our essential supplies like stuff to make weapons fell out. We didn't have to worry. We could've easily gone on a trip to find more wood or stone. Yes, I said wood and stone. We are like primitive people again. It's what we have to become to survive this hellish and nightmarish period of our lives. We don't care.
On the ship, we had to be separated. In the ship's lower deck we were turned to. We had to sleep there. There were different rooms. Sleeping rooms, four kitchens and one staff room. Most of the rooms were sleeping rooms and nothing more.
I couldn't sleep, it was too loud and I have ptsd, so it gets pretty rough. At last, I slept. I had horrible memories of my deceased family.
I remember when I saw my father's death in front of my eyes.
As you may know, monsters don't give a damn about other's feelings. It's nothing to them. The Mortem lunched at him and placed his teeth on his neck. Biting and clawing on his neck, father screamed and he ushed us to move. He had a necklace, I was fast enough to take when I threw a stone on the floor. The necklace was simply a knife in iron.
I gave it to him as a present and as a grateful token. He had a heart attack prior to my birthday.
Today I am 25 years of age and I still remember how much my family mourned him back then.
You could say I am hardened enough to not fear death but that would only be a lie. I am not. Although, I always say to my crew that we should never fear death, I don't tell them the truth, I am just looking out for my new family. I can't lose them. Not yet. Not now.
We arrived in Berlin, the capital of Germany. The city was in desolate ruins and there were no actual humans to be seen. We all parted ways except for me and my family.