Torstein was woken by the sound of a bell. The rhythm was unsteady at first, as if it had not been rung in a long time, but it quickly picked up speed and volume. As he sat up, he noticed that an arm was draped over his bare chest. It was not a particularly attractive arm, the sun-darkened skin was dotted with tattoos and scar tissue. He turned his head to the side, so his mouth was only an inch from hers. Her face was calm, the first time he had seen it like that, and it made his heart jump in his chest. He felt her sleepy breathing on his lips and could smell her sweat mixed with a lingering strawberry flavour. A feeling of tranquility had settled over him. He wished that the moment could last forever.
Then Torstein realized what the bells meant – the undead had broken through the walls
