Heinrich recovered real fast I must say. He was hooked on much anesthesia, so he couldn't talk properly when we went out of the hospital. I had to carry his ass. Me! Of all people! We had a few run-ins with mortems. We shot them dead. We even shot them multiple times, just for reassurement...
We got on our feet and ran to the nearest house because we saw a lot of mortems. They saw us too! Damn it. They are everywhere and their crawlers inclosed.
We locked the front door as quick as we could. Heinrich went up and we stayed downstairs. We heard a cry upstairs. It sounded like that of a baby. We went upstairs and checked. I was right. In the bedroom lied a naked baby with his pacifier left on the ground, he probably spat that one out like gum.
I ran towards it and picked up the pacifier and shoved it in its mouth to keep the little guy quiet.
I quickly named him Ragnar and the others laughed but I didn't care. If I don't already care for anything else, why would I care now? I will never give in.
I put Ragnar to sleep and we all went to sleep after that. Wow, that was a mouthful!
This house was really close to the harbour, where boats were placed and you could hear people having fun.
When we woke up, the fun was all gone and gunshots could be heard. You could also hear the mortems screeching and you could therefore hear their bodies drop.
- Uuuh, Heinrich said in a disgusted tone.
- Yup. Pretty sure that was the mortem bodies, Paweł said.
- We should move out and find a boat to drive, I said.
- We are going to Iceland, yeah? You really think a small boat will cut it? You have gone insane, you idiot! Said Zam.
- Ahem! I agree with Viking. What other options do we have? Said Paweł with a serious yet worrisome tone of voice.
- We could just stay here! Zam said.
- You want US ALL DEAD? I said.
- I didn't propose in that manner! Zam said.
- Then don't speak! I said.
- Now, move out!
I said as I picked the baby up from the left side of the bed. I couldn't run though, I was carrying a baby and the baby was about 1 year old. He must've been fed poorly, his health was at stake almost and he cried. Many times he would spit out the damn pacifier. That damn little jaunty devil!
Paweł spotted a boat nearby. The boat wasn't inhabited and it only had half the supplies we needed. We needed more than that and we searched all of the nearby houses for food and drinks. Water was essential though. I guess we could borrow water from the sea, when we are at sea.
We actually manage to recover some water and plenty of food. It almost cost our lives because there were mortems lurking about from the darkest of shadows. The lights in these Hamburg houses were poorly lit or they were just not working apparently. Damn lights!
We went to the boat again and made us at home. We decorated it with some stolen goods from the previous visited houses. Zam was our designated driver like always and we weren't too keen to let Heinrich drive one bit. He had some demons lurking inside of him, I could see it in his bloodshut eyes. Those eyes that once were blue was full of broken blood vessels, because the lack of sleep. He didn't really sleep at the hospital, he has been running on both food and water combined with some drugs we found back in Stockholm.
I wish I could come back to Sweden. I wish I didn't go with the gang to find this lost godforsaken artifact that ruined the lives of many, if not millions of families that had already suffered at the hands of the third world war. Putin already knew this past russo-ukrainian war would make a third world war. That... idiot! There are no greater words to describe the past matter as well as idioticly planned.
Back in Stockholm, I heard that Russia hadn't been infected yet. I wonder if that still stands somehow...
No matter really. I still have a deep hatred for Russia.
We started to prepare for departure. I loaded the guns and kept an eye on the ammunition supplies. We wouldn't want a lack of essential supplies, now would we? NO! Is the answer to that.
We departured but we changed our plans to sail towards København.
It took around 6 hours to get there by boat. This was a more worse expedition than our trip to Birka.
At the second hour we swapped drivers. I switched with Zam. Zam got real tired and was about to throw up because of the sea's stinking water.
Zam slept his way through the fourth hour, the other's started sleeping at the third hour, so they woke up at the fifth hour. Zam woke up at 16:04, he swapped with me and I got to sleep one hour. Yay!
No, that wasn't pure excitement. It was a scream of sarcasm with an intense sense of misery and tiredness.
The other's could feel my pain. We all were like siblings to eachother now. It was like we all were connected to eachother somehow. No explaination anyhow.
Anyways, we landed in København safely. We had to shoot our way in though, otherwise it would put our lives to an end. We didn't want that.
Heinrich was the only one right now who didn't fear death at all. The zest for life drowned with sorrow within his soul, it probably started back in Hamburg.
He hasn't been eating very much and he hasn't been drinking any water quite lately.
I have a strong guess that it's the effect of the bite.