Lived a simple Life as a Fisherman before the Outbreak. He was working on a trawler when news about the dead coming back to life showed up on tv and radio.
most of the crew wanted to go back home to their families,but the captain refused to end work cause of "rumours" and shut off the satalite for tv and phones onboard.
It wasnt long before mutiny aspired...1.st mate took command and we locked the captain in one of the storries. Once we got the satalite up and running again,things had drastically went from bad to worse in just a couple of days. We set sail towards the nearest port,Aalesund.

The voyage back to land took about 24 hours..What met us next was a city in flames,for the second time in 200 years the Town of Aalesund was once again up in flames
I was lucky enough not to have any family or close ones to worry about,but i could see that most of the crew that did were broken from the sight.

Grabbing a couple of days of food provision and water and a crowbar,I went ashore.

Streets where swarming with the dead,people looting and fighting not only the dead but eachother. Citys were to dangerous.After i found a working vehicle with half a tank of gas I decided right there and then that i had to get North if i were to survive. I had an advantage of not having anyone to care for.

It took me 12 Days on the road Scavenging Gas,avoiding the infected and alive alike before i got to Nyhavn. Things are as bad here as anywhere else ive past on my travel.Supplies are dwingling..maybe this is as good off a place as any to call my new home...

And so it Begins