Atlin

The Swift, 7pm. I leave Jean’s cabin as I can barely stay awake myself. The cadence of his breathing indicates that he’s been asleep for several hours now, and I feel it’s safe for me to retire to my own bunk.I brought him back to life and purged the disease that still lingered within him; whether…

So I’ve never been to Port Noonan, but it’s great here! We’re at the pub, and since we haven’t been able to relax and socialize for a while I decide to make it a thing and wear my bird hat, which is awesome. Everyone loves it, everyone can tell I’m someone who calls the shots….although…

All my life I waited for great adventure, far from this place called Egersund. Sure enough, adventure presented itself, albeit under unfortunate circumstances. My parents managed to survive, my two best friends are with me, and it sure feels good to be alive. The last few months have been unbelievable. It’s the first time in…

There is no sense in this world. Nor, apparently, in any other. If there is good in this world it is not triumphant. If there is good in worlds apart, it doesn’t show itself here. We exist as trivialities living a fractal life. Die, or survive. Die, or survive. Die, or survive. The pattern never…

It’s 8am in Tickle Bay, a small fishing village of 300 people, on the northern coast of Atlin. “Brother Hans, are you okay?” Mayor Greg’s question makes me wonder how long I’ve been staring at the town’s sign. I’m still not sure if we are their saviors or if we’ve condemned them to a gruesome…

My head hurts. It’s going to be tough to live down getting cleanly knocked out after trying to sucker punch Hans. Honestly though, I might not live long enough to hear the first joke about it. Strangely, it felt good. The sparring that is, not the results of the sparring. We have been on the…

Though Vegard and Mari have been friendly with increasing frequency throughout our journey, it wasn’t until I could hear Erik’s muffled grunts from Arianna’s yurt that I was reminded of a moment growing up back on the farm. I smile as I think of the time I asked my father if he had piled another…

It’s 2 am. After the fish people slink back through the barn door and into the darkness of the swamp, we sit around and frantically whisper about what to do next. None of us are good at hiding our panic right now, exhausted as we are from fighting the horde of zombies the day before….