It'd been 5 days since the world started ending. 5 days since the global emergency alert came across the radio, news, and even plastered across banners strung to aircrafts. Why? Theres an active zombie outbreak. Millions of people are getting bitten & infected regularly.

The disease infects everyone differently. Some morph into nightmarish mutants, some shift into entirely different species. There were also some that looked perfectly normal, with the only indicator of infection being a barbaric 'human-appetited' hunger. No one could be trusted.

Varg had never been closer to his rifle in his life. He'd kept the thing by his side at all times, even sleeping next to it as if it were a lover. He always stood at a distance from the other band members, just observing. He was almost itching for an excuse to take them out. They'd all been camping out inside of Helvete, with the door blocked by a broken sink & the rolladen practically binded shut. Øystein even set up booby traps all around the entrances just incase something managed to sneak in under their consistently alert radars.

Jan had practically been glued by the windows. His eyes stayed squinted as he looked through the small crack in the blinds to the outside world, wary of any major threats as he wielded a microphone stand for defense. Øystein was in his office, writing more letters in one session than he's done in his entire life. He wasn't showing it, but he was terrified. Was his sister alive? What about his parents? His penpals? Varg would've watched with a scowl as Snorre repeatedly paced through the open space of Helvete where all the record stands had been pushed aside. He usually tried not to show weakness infront of Varg, but this situation was too terrifying not to. Varg laughed at Snorres obvious panic. "Man up, you idiot. Nothings coming in." Snorre would turn to Varg, going to yell at him in a stressed frenzy. That was, till banging began against the entry door to Helvete. Snorre would jump, while Varg immediately stood up.