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Somewhere in the village of Øksfjord, in Loppa Municipality (despite the movie being shot in Alta Municipality and Målselv Municipality.) A group of students are having a small vacation out in the mountains of northern Norway, making their way to the rented cabin through the snowy roads and weather. The group of students were consisted of Roy, Martin, Liv, Erlend, Hanna, and Chris, they were all laughing and happily bantering inside the vehicle they drove in, not aware of the future deaths and horror they'll occur on this so-called vacation. Although somewhere else farther into the woods of the snowy mountains, a man walked and strolled through the white clear snow, his boots crunching against the ground, his breathing ragged but steady, his scarf waving in the breezing air gently, his hands in his pockets of his jacket despite wearing gloves, navigating his way in the woods. This man's name was Sigurd Haugen, another fellow Norwegian who lived nearby the mountain peaks and woods, he usually took silent strolls whenever he wanted to or could. He oddly found peace during his strolls; besides, it was just him, the trees, the bushes, the animals, mother nature, the wind, and the seasons that came by; yet this moment, this unordinary meeting with an unusual being, was soon to occur.
Rushing footsteps could've been heard from a mile away, Sigurd's ears open on alert, his expression calm, he kept on walking, aimlessly, almost waiting for whoever or whatever would approach him. He kept walking down the snowy path, and his boots crunched against the snow, then, he stopped in his tracks, waiting patiently. The rushing footsteps grew fainter and fainter, as the footsteps slowly approached Sigurd, who just stood there, waiting. Sigurd looked to his side becoming face to face with the figure in front of him, taking their appearance silently, yet cautious. They looked back at him, with a fierce, disoriented, rotting, disgusting face, anyhow, anyone, anything, any-what, any-who, it was Colonel Herzog; standing there sternly, with the uniform he wore, the nazi flag armband around his shoulder, his uniform hat, and white, pale, wrinkled, dead, cold skin. Sigurd looked at the rotting man in front of him, who still stood tall and sternly, as if he would back in his alive days, Sigurd was oddly calm about the appearance of Colonel Herzog. After a minute had passed, Sigurd decided to be the first to speak. "Hello." He simply said, extending his hand outward to Colonel Herzog. Herzog was reluctant and cautious, yet puzzled by the Norwegians man attitude, why wasn't Sigurd scared or disgusted or even showed one ounce of hatred towards him? He, choose not to ask, he slowly extended his hand outward back to Sigurd, taking his hand in a firm grip. They both were wearing gloves, so there isn't really no temperature made or felt during their handshake and besides, they're both outside in the cold, supposedly it's reasonable to keep the gloves on.
After another minute had passed, their hands slowly departure from each other as their hands fell to their sides, now staring at each other, in the midst of the cold breeze that flew around the atoms of their clothes. Sigurd observed Colonel Herzog silently, head to toe, noticing every detail on the Colonel's uniform, and his facial features; he just wondered how an appearance of a zombie could be real or even possible, yet he kept that thought to himself. “Explain yourself, why are you here and who are you.” Colonel Herzog said in a raspy and gruff tone, hardly clear but clear enough for Sigurd to sort of understand his words. “I’m taking a stroll, I am Sigurd Haugen. And you are?” Sigurd asked calmly, his hands in his pockets again. Colonel Herzog stared at the Norwegian man in front of him, then spoke “I am Colonel(Oberst) Herzog.” Sigurd looked at the Nazi Armband on Herzog’s arm, then at his collar, and some other pieces of the zombie German’s uniform. “SS, aren’t you.” Sigurd said firmly, as Herzog held his head high, still, of course, answering the Norwegian’s word. “Ja.” Sigurd briefly exhaled “..can very much see that.” He eyed Herzog’s appearance, with narrowed yet calm eyes. Minutes had passed by, and the two beings were just standing there, staring at each other, in pure silence. There, in the cold, surrounded by snow and trees, somewhere in that deep forest. (wip)