The Yatch
With everyone on board, the white yacht slowly moved away from the pier. Viktor stood at the edge of the dock, watching the shrinking view of the harbor as Barry and Eva waved their hands accompanying his departure.
They had always been together since he was in the bunker, even before the apocalypse came. He felt a little strange to part from them. Even so, he was confident that everything would turn out fine.
Upon entering, Viktor was able to get a complete view of the grand yacht hall. The walls were a glossy brown made of polished oak, while the floors were covered with a blue carpet embellished with a unique pattern. On the ceiling hung crystal chandeliers, emitting golden light that illuminated the entire hall area of 100 square meters. Tables covered with tablecloths were neatly lined up on the side of the room.