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Two days ago, in a warehouse at least twenty-four kilometres from Uppsala, a group of twenty survivors are living there in bad conditions. Some are hungry or thirsty, others have gone mad, and someone has decided to just leave the warehouse with only a broom bat.
"Where are you going?" asks a female survivor at the male survivor who was opening the small door of the warehouse where employed once used it to enter the building, or take a small cigarette break.
"I have to leave." responds the survivor. "I want to see how is my family doing."
"But… Why alone?"
"I have to." he responded to that survivor.
The man opens the door, he looks outside and encounters twelve zombies at three meters from the door, he takes the broom bat, and sighs.
"Close the door."
"B-But." tries to say the female survivors.
"Close the door, now!"
The female survivor, couldn't close the door, she did not have the strength to do it. But luckily, Sigurd came, he sees the survivor outside, hitting a zombie with the broom bat. Sigurd closes the door, he locked it up, and he looks at the small window, where the survivors tires to fight the twelve zombies, but fails and dies. A jumper jumped from the building roof, he pinned him down and eats him alive.
Then, the zombies nearby get alerted and walk or run to the corpse of the human who has become delicates for zombies. Sigurd and with the woman are looking horrified at the small window there. They cannot do anything now.
The woman survivor was trying to grab the door handle, but Sigurd stops her, and yells at her.
"No! It is too dangerous! Leave him there."
"Bu-But! But he is a human!" says the woman to Sigurd as he holds her hand, sobbing and crying.
"You have to leave him, Ebba! The man is dead." says Sigurd to the survivor who is actually Ebba. "We couldn't do anything to help him. It was his decision to try and escape this death trap."
Ebba continues to cry and sob. Sigurd grabs her, she hugs her and tells her to calm down.
"Just one more day." says Sigurd. "Tomorrow the military squad will come and take us."
We probably did not mention, but Sigurd, at the warehouse, has a walkie-talkie, the only source of communication that helped them to get communication with someone from the Military zone.
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The group of seven people, have left the building where they have entered it and tried to go down there, but now, they have to continue their journey to the Evacuation point, which is not very far from this city. But before they were about to walk further, the Viking male, Charly, decided to ask Sigurd a question.
"Are you truly slaves?"
"Um… Y-Yeah." says Sigurd to Charly to make his lie continue to run into his mind. "We are slaves, a-and we got to send from o-our port to go to the other side."
"Aha. And why aren't you dressed as one?"
"Um…"
"You two are not slave. You are trying to go to an evacuation point." responds Charlotta.
"What?" asks Artur and Ebba.
"How did you know it?" asks Sigurd.
"Please. We may be dressed as Vikings, but we are not entirely lost to our current events." says Charlotta. "We can help you, and in return, you can help us get to a place. Sounds a fair deal to all of us."
"How you can help us?" asks Roy feeling scared.
"We can help you get through the cities. And give you good routes. There are bad people in almost every city from here. Vikings and even psychopaths."
"What's the difference?" whispered Roy, and thankfully, the Vikings did not hear the man.
"Sounds a good deal." says Sigurd. "But first, can you tie the ties of me and my people."
"Sure. As long as you can behave." says Charly going first to Artur and cutting the ties at his hands.
Then, the Vikings brothers are cutting the ties to the other people, and they continue on their journey to an evacuation point, which located in Vaksala, a city not far from where they are right now, probably at two more kilometres from here if they are walking.
The survivors walk for a few more meters, until they came across a zombie who is nailed to a cross on the road. That zombie it is still alive, naked, and groans as the survivors stopped and looked at it. Charly decided to take out his dagger and stab the creature head, then he tells the zombie.
" You are now sent into a better world."
"That man sure was cursed." says Roy to Sigurd.
Sigurd only nodded his head in agreement. They continue to walk further to the next city where the evacuation should be.
The survivors are passing a smashed car into a building wall, then they walk forward, into the pile of cars on the street where some of them are damaged, others were on fire, a few turned upside down, and Sigurd have found a motorbike wheel stuck on a zombie corpse chest. He looked at it, and tried to recreate the events in his mind, but he was not able to do it.
"You people have ever seen an accident like this?" asks Charlotta getting into the car roof, and looking jumping on the other.
"No." responds Ebba following Charlotta. "We were stuck on a warehouse for a long time, and then, we decided to evacuate it."
"How many were there?"
"We were a lot at first. But some decided to flee, kill themselves or find some people."
"I see." says Charlotta getting on the asphalt after she walked on the car roof. "The people were staying have splitting up all around Sweden. In order to take down all of the evil spirts as we call it."
"You do like doing that?" asks Ebba to Charlotta which is still not taking well the fact that these two people are dressed as Vikings, and they are doing this role-play.
"It makes us feel much more fun this way to me and my twin brother." she looks at Charly who decapitates a zombie that was jumping from a building roof to him, with such a precision and brute strength.
After Charly decapitates the thing, he observes the thing still groaning, so he takes the sword he used to cut the head of that jumping zombie, and he stabs the creature, at the zone where zombies would be "turned off". Then, Artur, is telling to Charly.
"You are strong, man."
"Thanks…" says Charly feeling a bit weird by the fact someone made a compliment about him.
Charlotta looks at his brother, she reveals a small smirk and tells to herself, not being heard by anyone as the five survivors are walking to the head corpse.
"You are still the shy boy I grew up with."
Charlotta continues to walk forward, as the other survivors are following her, leaving the jumping zombie corpse on the street, and the other corpses who were killed either a while ago or a few weeks after the first infection.