Names Brody..
Growing up I was a trouble maker with my family, didn't enjoy school much, and always was just a class clown. Ever since I graduated high school, I just traveled around looking for new snowboarding spots, surf spots, and eventually when I got the balls; looked for skate spots. There were some gnarly hills in northern Europe my buddy Billy told me about, so we headed out there for a vacation before trade school. We both we're just gonna go the lazy route & become mechanics so we could scam old ladies who don't know how much an oil change actually costs, and so we could smoke on the job. When we made it to Nyheim, we heard of an insane hubba spot near a train station. So we made our way over there & I hit it caveman a few times to try it out. Then Billy twisted his fucking knee up, so we had to chill for a day or two. Suddenly screams started happening outside, windows breaking, etc. Eventually I had to use our boards to barricade the door, & we got held up inside. A few days went on and in the middle of the night on Billy's watch, he must have let the hunger get to him and he left. I still haven't found him yet, but here we are I guess...
Day 1