High walls , no roofs , enough of stuff , ladders and hard for the fuckers to get in.
We were three, my girlfriend Ali, my bestfriend and me.
we had been hiding out at this construction site.
We didn´t sleep, we heard them all around the walls,
All the ways in were solid, nothing could go wrong.
One day we heard survivors and my friend looked out of a window on one of the outside walls, and then Ali and I see him get pulled out, I ran to the hole and tried to see what had happened, but realized all too soon that the zeds had gotten him...
I wasn´t ready to give up on him, that maybe he was living, breathing, alive, he was a strong guy.
Ali tried to hold me back and tell me to let it go.
But I couldn´t leave the guy who had been with me through so much for dead. So I put on my mask, grabbed my crowbar and started walking up the bloodied ladder.
I saw Alis´ eyes start to tear up.
She told me one last time " Please don't go "
Then I felt the same foreign feeling in my eyes that she too was feeling, I would not believe that he, my best friend, had been given to those... things.
So I went out. Five minutes later I find him..
there he was.. I could see it in his eyes... I could see the nothingness in his eyes.
I broke down and ran away. Told Ali to throw me a rope,
she did and I walked over to my friend one last time... I will never forget that night.
This is our story.
Rotti , Ali , Guðjón.
What would you have done ?