At first it was the perfect destination. Deer Isle or Jelení Ostrov, how the locals call it. An isolated collection of islands known for its beauty and empty roads. . .
. . .It was the biker's wild dream. What we thought to be the vacation of our life time turned out to be an infinte living hell. . .
. . . First it was the refugees, and all the stories and rumours that came with them. Then the quarantine. Then all hell broke loose. . .
. . .There's something to this island. This cursed piece of land. It turns people into monsters. No matter how much you fight it, it will catch you eventually. . .
. . . People is arriving daily now. You see all sorts of shadows in the horizon, just over the waves. . .
. . . Something is going on.