We where on our way to America we found refuges on the outskirts of Paris which, like every other city, was in ruins. Their where about twenty four of them, which wasn't much.

On our way to America most of them didn't last. About seven of them died of sickness and Ebola. A-lot of them ended up getting sick but we got to america and got more refuges.

We went to amsterdamn and went to WhitHaven, A safe place for refuges to stay and survive. We have cooks and houses and stores. It's basicly a city coverd by a magical barrior. And we, the counsil of nigh, make sure the city stays safe.