ALERT! I re-uploaded this chapter because 1) I didn't like it and it bugged me and 2) because I can :p
~Enjoy!
I was fast asleep - well that was before Liv woke me up telling me that we arrived to our meeting point with the guys. I gathered my bags, as did the other girls and the guys; our luggage not too much to handle though. Vegard instructed everyone as how to get to the cabin and told them to follow the snowmobile tracks he'd make up to the cabin. I already knew where the cabin was, having been there before multiple times; for vacations, helping out, or to visit the locals. Unlike the rest of the group who refused to believe in the legend that lies here, I knew about the legend here; the undead Nazis whose lives were driven into the cold winter forest, bodies rotting but still walking to achieve their goal. My words about that matter do not bother them, for they just shrug it off; however they do believe that Nazis may have possibly occupied this region, but they highly doubt it.
After the long walk up to the cabin we hitched a inflatable tire onto the back of Vegard's snowmobile and rode on it, only then to have a snowball fight afterwards. We soon went into the cabin for the comforting heat that engulfed our cold bodies. We soon decided to play a couple games of twister, sadly we were disturbed by Liv screaming at Martin who was showing her some sort of medieval technique where a pillow is placed over the victims head; moreover, poor Liv is claustrophobic. But soon enough we all forgot that it ever happened, but Chris and Hanna decided to pause their game of Twister and sat down on one of the three couches.
I was sitting on the floor leaning against the couch and opened my decent sized scrap/notebook and flipped through each page out of boredom. It wasn't hard for me to zone out and just concentrate on the book and my thoughts. As I was flipping through the book I came across the folded letter my Oma (grandma) had given me to deliver to someone; that is, if I could find them. I put the letter on my lap and uncovered two pictures; one in black and white, the other was in color.
"Oh, who are they?", Roy said bringing me back to reality. I just let out a confused grunt having not heard what Roy had said.
Roy repeated his question while pointing to the picture with the index finger of his right hand; his other fingers busy grasping the neck of his beer bottle.
"Oh, well this is my grandpa and grandma at their wedding", I said handing the picture to Roy's free hand as Erlend walked in and plopped onto the couch on the opposite side of Roy. Erlend went to snatch the picture but Roy extended his arm away from Erlend, for we all knew Erlend was drunk and would destroy the photo. Roy was handing the picture back to me when Chris barged into the cabin hysterical, rambling unrecognizable words. I quickly took the picture back and put it - along with the letter - into the book and pulled the elastic strap around it and followed everyone to Chris.
"There's someone out there!", Chris cried.
Is it...them?, I thought.
"It was probably just a moose, women are always suspicious", Martin said directing it towards the guys.
'Are they here?', I pondered.
"Fuck you, I know the difference between a animal and a man!", Chris said punching Martin the the chest.
Vegard walked out onto the porch to scope outside a bit and turned around. "See, no one here", he said, but spoke too soon, for when he took a step a man was behind him, arousing the whole lot of us into a handful of small shrieks. We all looked at the old man who just simply said, "Have coffee?".