Thursday, July 20, 2006

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When I discovered the blog of MundoCadaver back in mid January and I saw so many people took to create a "collective experience" parallel to the story of the World, where almost all we did which involved simulating the zombie invasion from our respective places of residence could not resist to participate by providing my little grain of sand, telling my own story in my neighborhood.

all started in a very tenuous, at any time because I thought it would end up so passionate about writing a story as I did with "Diary of a Survivor" After seven months I have written about 120 pages, which is to be the story the longest I've spent.

course at first I did not think so much effort devoted to this little project, but gradually became an important part of my daily routine. I've always been fond of writing and I really enjoyed writing this little side story to Zombie Apocalypse, I found it very useful to avoid me an hour a day of daily habit and practice and evolve a bit of a hobby that had something parked but I think it is time to move on and close this little chapter of my life.

not exaggerating when I say that the decision to put an end has not been easy. The main why I struggled so much was because I've caught a lot of affection for my characters, each and every one of the members of my small group of survivors who were almost to my old friends. However everything has a beginning must have an end and I preferred to give a conclusion to the story to continue and end up leaving half later.

Anyway, so far have reached the misadventures of Conrad and his small band of survivors, so I hope you enjoyed reading it as I have done typing and I would not say goodbye without thanking and dedicate this little story to all those who have followed my history, those good friends of mine that I retake when I was about to leave long ago, and especially for inspiring me Mundo Cadaver to write and Forero zombie apocalypse that without you this year would have been much more boring. Are all the host.

Thank you all.

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Farewell Epilogue (2 º parte): Requiem to the death of an unsung hero - END

His words fell on me like a slap that woke me mercilessly tearing the reality of the sweet ignorance.

"I'm infected. I have been bitten.

froze, motionless, eyes wide and a lump in the throat that kept me from speaking. At that moment I knew not react, I was torn between hatred and pain ... pain for him. Everything now made sense.

"That's why I rejected you ... maybe a simple kiss was enough to infect you too. And I could not let that happen. He continued by saying in a voice devoid of fear or self-pity. Just looking for forgiveness, that was it.

- When? "Finally managed to say.

- What?

- Cu ... When it happened? ... When you bite? "My throat was so heavy that I could barely pronounce the words.

- What does it matter when? It happened, that's all.

- You must tell me! "I demanded desperately hitting in the chest with his fists.

Everything was a silence that spoke for itself. Conrad retired from mine eyes not being able to answer something that was so obvious as cruel.

"It was when you came to rescue you? "I tore my painful throat between sobs while two tears rolled down my cheeks burning my skin as ácido.-You will die because of me ...

" A life in exchange for two, does not seem a bad deal. "He responded at length with one hand stroking my hair. In his eyes there was no rancor, no bitterness, just had serenity.

Conrad had given their lives to save ours, my brother and me. He sacrificed for us and what was proud and satisfied. No regrets, would not have wanted to go back to the moment when the decision to come to our rescue and choose another election that's not already taken. Do not curse me or hated me. All you had to end, had been secured. I could not stop again a few silent tears flow from my bloodshot eyes, but such was the pain I felt that I was not able to raise the cry.

"Please do not cry. He tried to comfort are once again calm and steady voice while wiping my tears with a gentleness that touched me. "Do not be sorry, I do not. If my life served for you and your brother go forward, there will be lived in vain.

At that moment I touched deeper than anyone had ever done. I knew I loved him. I had a crush on him and yet would be a cruel love that fate would mean that not only I could get to consummate.

"Just promise me one thing. Promise me you will live. That whatever happens, you and your brother will you survive in this era to live in the following. Promise me.

I was not able to answer, feeling that he flourished in pushing me to do something crazy. He did not want to stay. He did not want to live a life that had cost the man she loved. Wanted go with him. He wanted to die with him.

"Promise me, insisted fixing his stern gaze on mine.

"I ... I promise. "I said finally. - I promise that whatever happens, do not die until I see the new era. The

smiling. It was everything I wanted to hear and I now had to live by it, should see the new era .... for him.

We spend the paltry lot of minutes separated us from the dawn. Doing nothing to speak of. I wanted to tell me who he was. If we were to separate at least let 'bidding knowing it was for me a complete stranger. It took

much talk about his past, he was ashamed. From start to finish Conrad's life was not easy. As a young woman lost her parents in a car accident and seemed to lose, with his parents, enthusiasm for life. He went from foster home to foster home without finding any family that came into place. Without being able to find a place he spent his childhood in an orphanage and as he grew older he became a bully and a troublemaker.

At age 14 he escaped from the hospice and was bouncing back and forth through the streets. He became sullen, burning and without illusion. Every night through the streets in search of something to make him feel alive, uncontrollable violent and ended up frequenting bad company.

At 16 he was arrested. Accused of theft, riots, vandalism, burglary and assault. He was detained in a reformatory where she met a man, a social worker who seemed to take as a personal challenge, Michel's father, so his friend was the only one who knew of his past. Through his life he decided to embark on a new course back to school. At 18 he went out and taking the legacy of their parents, they forged a life from scratch. He graduated from high school and decided to start college.

A new life to be proud of but for which he was not. He was what lacking only in the last day of his life seemed to have found at last. That which was stolen when his parents were taken away by a drunk driver. Hope.

The sun shone on the horizon. A blue sky and a few are decorated in warm and golden reflections that seemed to revere the last sunrise of a good man.

We sat next to each other without saying a word. For a moment the two in solitude away from us all the misery around us. We move away from the nameless, we depart from a dying city, we flew together hundreds of miles of land that was dying under the yoke of the undead away from everything and everyone. A moment of peace, a moment's peace, a beautiful sunrise that seemed born only two of us, a moment of freedom.

The moment arrived. Conrad stood up and followed him to weigh up the emergency stairs that would take him wherever I could not go with him. It was a bitter moment like few others. An innocent walk "The Green Mile."

"When I have gone down, picks up the stairs. "He said while deployed to the street with resignation.

"You're going ... and not only I can give you a kiss.

, I'll settle for a hug, right? "He replied with a warm smile. I embraced him

with all my strength and I wanted to not let go ever.

"I feel that we have not met in other circumstances. "He said wistfully.

"I love you ..." I dedicated myself and last words.

At that moment, embraced even put his lips to my ear and sank into them the whispers of what would be the last words pronounced in Conrad life.

back tears sliding down my cheeks when he broke up our union. I felt something inside me broke when I saw down the stairs, and put the first foot in the streets and away from me as walking unhurriedly dressed with a bittersweet smile on his lips.

I was following him with his eyes still on the march, followed in the early stages of a journey, a journey without a ticket or luggage. One last trip to my regret would perform alone.

He reached the corner, but before it is folded, turned, gave me a last look bewitching and smiled again after it disappeared. A minute passed, maybe two, after which there was a single shot that reverberated throughout the city as the wrath of the god of thunder. Then ... nothing.

fell to his knees on the floor, shattered. I cried and cried feeling alone, helpless and pulled the man she loved. I cried like I had never done and how ever did it again. I wanted to die, I wanted to follow him wherever he went with firm step, but could not. He owed his life, he owed the life of my brother and he was fulfilling his final wishes. A last will

I whispered in his ear when he was still in my arms, "Horace Mann, an American teacher once said, ashamed to die before I get some victory for humanity. I am content with having won a small battle. The victory will have to get you. "

Conrad was not an acclaimed leader of the resistance or a member of the acclaimed group of scientists who found the answer to infection, nor was one of those admired military figures who reorganized the remnants of humanity and rose up in arms against the invasion of the undead finally giving us back our world.

He was just a man, one of many unsung heroes who took with him the Book of Revelation and that history will not support in his memory. The history books do not talk about it, not build schools, museums and plazas that bear his name, nor write songs about you, but nevertheless, that man, as sure there were many more like him, will be remembered for provided by a few. For a few whom we brought hope to those who instilled in us and got us to give value to the forces necessary to move forward. Strength not to take a step back, not to accept defeat but this seems inevitable and foremost, with all my heart, because thanks to him that we're still alive.

Unfortunately, not every group of "survivors Conrad" survived the apocalypse, but did not tell those of us left behind. And do not say that what matters is not what we leave behind, if not that what really matters is that some stayed to see the revival of the era of mankind.

It is possible that this diary only means something to those few, perhaps the only Conrad's face remains in the memory of a number of survivors can be counted on the fingers of one hand, however, my children will read it. Know that in a bygone era, there was a man named Conrad, a good man by which those few still alive.

Conrad ... I want you to know, wherever you are, that we arrive. You can rest in peace.



Diary of a Survivor - End


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Tuesday, July 18, 2006

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Epilogue (1 º parte): Requiem to the death of an unsung hero. Last AMAECO

has passed long time since I described in this newspaper happened. They were difficult times, but as Conrad wrote in these pages, the era of darkness passed. I have kept this journal since then and I've watched and guarded as a treasure, it really for all survivors of the Conrad group, this book is.

Part of us died with him, but another was encouraged to proceed stimulated by value and now the nightmare is behind us, we believe that the legacy he left us is incomplete without adding one last passages. The passages that correspond to those that were the last moments in a man's life. A simple and insignificant man however, has been recorded of blood and fire in which as he used to say, "makes us human."

Among those who stayed, we decided that would be me who's added it because it was I who shared with her last minutes, his last words, his last wishes and feelings last.

So this is my tribute, however poor it may be, to devote myself to a man with whom I shared just one day, but will remain in my heart for the rest of my life.

was not what led me up to that roof, I needed to vent to their own I guess. Now, however, now thanks to God for what it was that led me there blinded by tears.

I spent hours crying on that terrace, nestled between two columns, with the moon as a single company.

At that time I could not understand how he could say that. "Are you giving me your body as a thank you?" It was almost the most horrible thing anyone had ever told me I had tried to bitch and coming from him it hurt me as if I had gone through the chest with a hot iron. Now I know why he did it, only I made him feel more despicable and come to hate.

And yes, I had my life and my brother's, but was barely even 12 hours we knew not ashamed to admit that I wanted him. I had never encountered anyone like him, never met anyone with such courage and I had spent so much time alone that it might let me impress. As I met him I thought it was a good man, and it was a good man. However, during those rare 3 hours I thought I had played badly.

The sky began to lighten, the dawn was breaking and the soft morning breeze dried my tears. When I determined to go down and try to sleep a few hours I met face to face with him at the door of the terrace. Do not know how long he had been there watching me silent, but it made me feel even more miserable. I hated him, I could not face him. I tried to pass by and disappear from sight as soon as possible, but he stopped me.

"Wait ... please do not go. "He said softly as I stood in the gap.

I did not want to hear, I just wanted not to breathe the same air with him. I tried to break through but not let me.

"Please ... just want to apologize. "Insisted one more time.

looked up angrily yelling willing to depart from me, I did not want to see him, I hated him and hopefully never have known pero cuando vi su mirada, algo en ella me desarmó.

-Sara, me estoy muriendo. Por favor no dejes que me marche con esto en la conciencia.

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Son las 5 de la mañana. He pasado cerca de 3 horas escribiendo en este pequeño cuaderno todo cuanto ha acontecido en el transcurso de este largo día. El asalto a las calles, recorrer avenidas repletas por las hordas de los sin nombre, el encuentro con Sara y su pequeño hermano Eric, la puerta del almacén oculta tras las estanterías, el regreso a casa, la pequeña celebración de nuestro éxito… todo cuanto recuerdo ha quedado plasmado en esta pequeña libreta. A ojos ajenos puede parecer absurdo malgastar las últimas horas de vida escribiendo un diario, but this book is all that remain of me after my departure.

Indeed, my time is long gone. This morning I was bitten. I'm infected. I'm sorry I said anything, but did not want to spend my final hours in tears and condolences. In a few hours I will be one if not cure, and of course, is still a no name as I wish to end my days. Fortunately, I have an alternative. There will be one of them, ever.

I returned to look at my notes, I've been writing my thoughts in this diéri from the beginning, since the Revelation was unleashed and reread its pages is like reliving a part of my life, the most crucial, in fact. Perhaps the only truly worth remembering. A lot has happened since then. Many horrible, others however, not so bad.

me realize now all that I have changed since this all began. Oddly enough, it is precisely now, during the darkest era that he lives to humanity, when I really started to know myself. When I started walking with my feet and when I started living for someone else who is not only myself.

I've always known that something was missing in my life, I was aware, an emptiness that I was eating the entrails, which could not be filled with nothing I could play with the yolk of the fingers but I never knew exactly. Something I've yet been able to discern for myself when I had done most needed. I discovered that we have been adverse fate, however hard it has been our way, we learned forward. I've noticed that while there is life there is hope, and while there is hope we are not quite finished.

Weep not for me. If anything is to assert my death, is to make you stronger. Although today my life has come to an end, I have lived this day with the intensity of a lifetime. Today for the first time in many years I lived as I wish and now, I will die the same way. For the first time, I am satisfied with myself, and life I've taken.

I left this book in sight for you find it when I'm gone. I regret not having said goodbye to you personally but I hate melodrama. This is my only legacy. I just hope that he would remember that although for me the journey has come to an end, I leave here for 7 people that whatever happens never stop fighting.

Go ahead, live, do it all we were left behind and unfortunately did not survive to see the revival of the age of man, because you know that this era of darkness will pass. I hope you have in life the same hope that I'll take death.

I can only make one thing to do in life, up to Finally roof and see a sunrise.
I do not regret anything.

If I fell, "the resistance" triumphed.

Farewell.

Sunday, July 16, 2006

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Moonlight long night

After the conversation I had with Martha's father returned to my room. The last time I would be within the four walls. Lying down on the unmade bed I missed tears. It was too late to complain, but I can not be a simple man. Maybe in the past I have reproached myself a sign of weakness like that, but given the circumstances, what did it matter? Moreover, I was glad that I still see that side of me. The tears were perhaps the only real proof that I'm still human.

leave and leave behind my friends is probably the hardest thing I have been obliged to do in life, but my game was not a matter of choices, really had no choice. Each one has to do what you need, and that's what I do.

was around 2 am, the room was steamy illuminated with dim light of a moonlit night that had the silver and blue highlights. I was engrossed in my thoughts when someone knocked on my door with discretion.

-Conrad ... you're still awake? "He said quietly, our new partner from the other side of the door.

"If ..." I answered quickly wiping the tears from his face. "Come ...

I was not expecting his visit and really would have preferred had not come. My decision to leave it was too hard in itself to give me more reason to want to stay. Seemed to hesitate a bit before turning the knob and enter, but finally did. She wore a long white shirt that hung almost to the knees, had loosened the hair and beautiful green eyes seemed to shine like gems in the delicate moonlight.

closed the door behind him and stood beside her as withdrawn, his face restrained and his hands clasped. As looking for a word that dare not utter.

- Is something wrong? I asked surprised at his hesitant gesture.

-N ... no ... "gasped answered even without being able to boot the right words in his throat. "I just ... stayed

both immersed in an awkward silence for a minute, maybe two.

"I can not sleep a wink, he said at last girl.

"Soon you'll get used to all this, do not worry," I replied, not knowing yet that came all this.

"Yeah, right ... I ... I'm sorry I bothered. "He said shaky voice as he turned to go.

- What is what really happens to you, Sara? "I asked before you have time to reopen the door.

had to have let me go, but curiosity could. She stood still for a moment undecided with one hand grasping the door handle until he finally found the courage that seemed to be looking for as he crossed the entrance to my bedroom. Came to where I was and without a word he leaned over me.

brought his hands to my hair and I could feel her lips were burning in the brush against my neck. It had been so long since I had a woman in my arms instinctively I could only get carried away by desire. I covered my arms and stroked his back slowly with the tips of my fingers.

I felt the heat given off by your body in contact with mine, his heart beating in my chest, her candid kisses down my neck, the burning of the fingertips touching your skin, whispering, emotions ... a wonderful feeling that he thought long forgotten.

sighed deeply as his hand down my chest and a wave of electrifying sensuality tip put hair on my torso when introduced under my shirt. He stood over me and stayed for a few moments staring into his eyes. That precious girl gave me her love-shy and I was not able to deny the ardor for her. I stroked his cheeks and hands were intertwined with the ease of a veteran lovers.

closed those green eyes entranced and enthralled me looking down my lips slowly. I wanted so much to fuse with them every second of waiting hurt me and hurt me so much that reality finally my reason to start the bottom of the whirlwind of passion that I wish I had drowned. Before our lips stopped her by holding will rub shoulders with both hands.

.- I said "No ... away from me.

- What? ... Why? ... "He hit to say she gasped.

I got out of bed and rested my forehead and both arms against the wall, snorted deeply. As much as he wanted to make love with that girl, could not, not anymore. Should be avoided at all costs, not me. For her.

"We can not ... sorry ..." she managed to say trying to appease the feelings that still burned within me.

"No ... Do not you like me? He seemed to withdraw her looking down with some embarrassment.

"Of course I like you ... a lot ...

" Then why ...?

- Why are you doing this? Why you rescued? "I interrupted trying to be cruel - Are you giving me your body as a thank you?

She stared at me with eyes wide open. His face expressed both surprise and disappointment. His beautiful green eyes flooded with tears and crying silently out of my room. The wounded were in a terrible. Would have given anything for not having seen it, but had pushed her away from me at the expense of whatever. Otherwise I would have shared my fate.

Sorry Sara, at heart, but where I go you can not follow.

Thursday, July 13, 2006

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use one of the apartments on the ninth floor and pantry. There were boxes, cans and bags for all parties, a vision that was so beautiful and disturbing. The world had changed and we with it. In the past the vision of those foods we antojaría something as usual as inconsequential. It was something already fallen in Western society take for granted. Everything we needed to get hold of it was money and approach the nearest commercial that was all.

But as I said, the world has changed. Now money is worthless, the streets no longer belong to us and put one foot in them means risking their lives. In a world in which we were now living all that crowned the room was a sight so beautiful as could have told me similar Porsche Carrera GT 2004. A delight for the senses that we could enjoy while acomodábamos victualling keep us alive for perhaps long enough to reach the wake of this nightmare. Suddenly

Michel began to hum the first tones of Satisfaction by the Rolling Stones. Soon we were all to accompany him until finally we started to chant.

can not get no satisfaction,
I can not get no satisfaction.
'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try.
I can not get no, I can not get no ....

We were together, we felt renewed our strength and our faith. We managed to forge new hopes and we had done together. For the first time in a long time had not despite our faces, there was no doubt or despair. For a moment, singing one of the most emblematic of classic rock anthems from past, all the darkness around us seemed to disappear altogether for a while leaving us to enjoy our little victory. Somehow, in that place at that time, we were free. Tonight

momentarily decided to skip the discipline of food rationing and to celebrate we conceded a good feast. The first real meal we had had in months, we deserved it. It was a long night, the first since the beginning of Revelation that nothing existed in the world apart from us 8. We spent hours talking, laughing, reminiscing and enjoying this little moment of glory that we momentarily away an anger gave no respite. Natalia

Michel and seemed happy together. They loved, they had each other to lean on and I guess I just need to move forward. Jaime fully recover soon. Try to hide but I sure would not spend a single second without his family occupy his thoughts. I sincerely hope that someday meet again. The small Marta still can not look at his father's face, however, even though she is not able to see him, he just lives for it. It may not seem like much, but today has to be enough.

Sara and her brother Eric seemed happy. Only God knows how hard were those months for them. However, those endless days of loneliness left behind. Our small group of survivors had welcomed with open arms, never again to be alone and it was something I always appreciate. Who knows if the little Eric will talk one day, was something that depended on him alone.

looked almost like a big family. A family far from being perfect, with some problems, but what family does not? A family the end of the day to which I belonged. The first family to look real close since I lost mine. They were good moments. Very good. The best that I can remember.

The evening lasted well into the night, but eventually tired and could sleep with us. Gradually everyone left we were withdrawing until only the father of Martha and me in the lounge. We had a lot of sympathy but both had some things to clarify.

"It was you right? "I inquired non-beating around the bush.

"I did what? "He answered without winning any of pretending he did not know what I meant.

"You changed the diesel that was introduced to the cylinders for gas the night before we left. Is not it true?

but no answer was not necessary, the answer was so obvious that it was necessary to be pronounced.

"Before leaving I said:" Conrad, do not do stupid things out there, "insisted - At first I thought you were wishing me luck" your way ", but now I think you told me that somehow knew what I had intended.

"The explosion we heard just before their return. "He said at last - you still insist that you do not know anything about it? "I'll

provoked. I flew my car and with him all fucking monsters that thronged around him. "I answered bluntly.

I did not know exactly what you meant "Be honest" At first I thought you wanted to escape alone, but with diesel were not going to get very far up your car with petrol. So what I figured. What we still do not understand is how someone with some knowledge of urban warfare as you seem to have ... do not know something like that does not burn oil.

"Yeah, me neither. "I said somewhat embarrassed.

"Which brings us to another point. Plans, firebombs, routes, barricades, decoys, forcing locks and everything else. Where did you learn such tactics? "I asked.

-teens I had a pretty shitty. I did some things that now I am ashamed. - I replied with some disgust "But I paid for everything and do not want to have to remember.

"Relax, do not have to tell me," said raising both hands in quiet .- We've all done things that we are ashamed. I am the first and you all know why. But we must learn to live with them.

suppose the poor man was apologizing "his way" so we did happen to everyone a few months ago, especially his daughter Marta. He rose from his seat and rushed to finish the glass of whiskey he was taking.

"And we must learn to live with them because what's done is done. He continued saying, "The time will come when we must atone for our sins, but I have a daughter and now is all I care, though she hates me.

"If ... it is. "I stated my cup topping.

"Your case, however ..." He said after thinking for a few moments - is different. After saving the two boys to risk your life, you did what you did, it does not matter. You have redeemed your sins, whatever.

"Why me all this I asked, not knowing exactly where he intended to go.

"Why tonight you go, is not it? "He answered with a sharpness that achieves completely dislodged.

- How ...? "I managed to say.

"I know that you and we have not been any good, but still regret your departure. All you hold in high esteem.

well as I did not know, but he knew everything. I always knew that despite being a very difficult person, intelligent and observant. No one else had noticed the situation. Yawned deeply and walked towards his room, but stopped before going back to me on the lintel of the door.

"Oh, and Conrad ... "He said once more before disappearing down the hall" Thanks ... for everything.

Saturday, July 8, 2006

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The taste of victory

I slumped against one of the columns that surrounded us and wiped the sweat off my forehead while trying to soothe my nerves. My hands were shaking like leaves, my mouth tasted of blood and lung air called me screaming. When I looked up I noticed a most unusual scene. Heavily Resollábamos keeping an awkward silence as we look at each other with their faces contorted even by fear, fatigue and dirt.

was all over and yet something inside us even kept us in an unhealthy tension. It is somewhat difficult to explain, but I think none of these, or Michel or Natalia, or small Marta and her father, and our new partner and his brother Eric, not even myself we did the idea that this nightmare had come to an end. During those 60 minutes had been little more anxiety, terror, oppression and despair that in our lifetime.

The silence was suddenly broken by the simultaneous snap of walkies, the distorted voice of a restless Jaime became audible devices in unison above the gasps and the unusual silence that oppressed us.

- Have you entered yet? "You could sense the fear in the voice of the old James-Reply please! Did I listen? Someone tell me something once, damn it!

Nobody moved a muscle. The scene remained unchanged between nervous glances of disbelief and gasps. Finally I walked the 4 steps that separated me from Natalia minivan, introduced his arm out the window and pulled from inside the piercing device.

"We're all in and .... - I said, watching my comrades swirling around me without believing aun.-are quite good.

- Conrad! Cursed Pirate! Excited, "said Jaime - As I am glad to hear you again!

At that moment the entire group left the inexplicable catatonia. Michel began to chuckle, laughter barely audible at first, but soon escalated to become audible laughter, little by little all we were attaching to his fits of laughter until the entire team burst into a fit of frantic laughter to the point that I had to sit on the floor because my legs will not put up with. We were at home and were unharmed.

"And I hear you old, then we will be up. Short.

continue rejoicing until we had no strength to continue. After a few minutes rest we set out to carry our treasure upstairs. We expect a busy afternoon. In the hallway the second floor waiting for us relying on rudimentary Jaime crutch that I built. When he saw us almost fell on his face when trying to come running to hug. Lack

we did a quick wash and a change of clothing. We were drenched in sweat and our clothes reeked of stale, sour smell of sweat. Tidied up a bit after we continue with the task of loading and unloading. We collected more food for those who thought at first. On the one hand, we have supplies for months, but another trip both up and down was destroying what little remained of me. Jaime was commissioned to do a survey.

going down back to the car park for over when in the middle of the 6 th floor landing I felt a little dizzy. I sat on the stairs and wait to be cleared my head a little. The ankle hurt like a thousand demons and had a slight fever, in short, I assumed that given the circumstances it was not important. My colleagues continued to work with jokes and shouts of joy. We won this battle and they were already celebrating. They were right.

heard as a light footsteps stopped behind me. I did not need to know who I turned to naught. It was our new partner. He approached me hesitantly and sat myself timidly step. For the first time I look at her calmly. She had beautiful eyes, a deep green that seemed to be bottomless. Her voice was sweet and melodious, like an angel. It was really nice and shy to the seduction. I liked a lot, too much perhaps. I cursed myself for not having been known before the big bomb of shit splashed us all.

- Have you met the rest? "I asked to break the ice.

"If ... they all seem good people," replied hesitantly.

-are all very good people. "I said - Well, everyone except the father of Martha, that is a jerk.

"Well ..." she said after a few seconds without knowing exactly what to say .- When came for us ... I said no thanks give you until we got home.

"Yes, I remember.

"Well ..." she continued. - Thanks. Not how to tell you how grateful I am that we've rescued me and my brother ... not for your help ...

-No need to thank me. "I said, sighing deeply," For a moment I almost abandoned ...

"But you did - I stopped - and why I'll be forever grateful. Always.

got up on my side and prepared to continue the work. Before we broke up two steps from my dawned on me.

"Wait. Even have not told me your name.

-Sara, my name is Sara.

-Sara, is a nice name, I told myself when he disappeared down the stairs.

Tuesday, July 4, 2006

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The Last Battle

sighed deeply. Do not know why I was surprised, as we had been twisted so far things could not be otherwise. Since we first set foot outside our strength, nothing, absolutely nothing we had it easy. Each and every one of the steps we took were covered by a halo of endless setbacks, problems, unforeseen and putadas.

As we just cross the parking and close gates behind us to complete our mission successfully, but the destination We reserved a final challenge to face. Two lonely unnamed slapping with determination on the metal gates that blocked the parking lot.

"Damn ... If not we can get anything right the first time for a change ..." Michel said with resignation when we reach our destination.

One of those dreadful things, what was once a teenager wearing a basketball uniform filthy, seemed interested in the minivan's engine noise and turned on his heels. We looked carefully through the windshield of our vehicle. There should be more than 15 or 16 years and seemed to have superficial wounds visible. His clothes ajironadas Sports were not stained with blood even if they had a thick dust and mud house. Had it not been for the paleness of their skin, their eyes dull and bland obtuse dynamics of their movements had not been able to distinguish a person ... alive.

The other, a man in his thirties, broad-shouldered and extremely high, with two or three vertebrae sticking out of the deep lacerations on his back torn and completely ignored us. He continued pounding the door with the palm of his bony hand causing a loud metallic sound.

"They can not open the door with them here. "I explained, if we slip into it's over.

- Les attract and move above them in the car? "Suggested my companion.

"Forget it, with luck maybe we will cause a serious damage to the minivan. "I objected," Now that we have lost my car and we just have this van to leave the city.

And certainly not want to use the gun. "Added Michel.

"Now that most of the surrounding unnamed are migrating toward the site of the explosion, I prefer not to give them reasons to return to surround. "I explained.

The little monster gave us the advantage of taking the first step. What was left of his mind concluded that would be easier to reach some dams which could see with his own eyes, even through some windows, and other entrenched hiding behind the gates of the park. He came to us with hesitant and slow step, and mistrusting of what he saw before it.

grabbed a piece of pipe about a meter in length, resting on the back seat of nonovolumen, one of the rudimentary weapons we brought with us from the Service Station. Now we would service.

"Come slowly-I ordered my companion good-looking car leaves the gates. Make sure when you're ready to open enter without having to maneuver.

- Are you going to deal with them? He asked my friend with concern.

"That remedy. "I said leaving open the window down just enough room to be able to get the arm to the outside.

"Perhaps we should consider other options. He tried to dissuade me.

-Michel, "The best way to resolve a dicultad ..."

- "is not trying to avoid it," he interrupted me .- I have also read Noel Clarasó, but do not think he had been referred to as "difficulties "a cannibalistic undead. Michel faced
perfectly
the vehicle at the entrance to the parking lot and stopped him leaving the engine idling. The Little Marta was watching us through the ventilation grilles located above the gate. Others reported our arrival with excitement. Would be prepared to give way as soon as we have an opportunity, and like all opportunities, always arrive earlier if oneself who is looking for him.

dead The little I was not taking it easy, so I decided to stir him up a bit. I took the right hand through the hole in the window and patted the hood of the minivan trying to encourage the youth not be blown off course name to reach me.

"I'll go to help my partner said .- grabbing a bat in the back seat.

"No, concentrate on driving. "I replied" If I see a hurry do not put a foot on the ground.

When young to be started to surround the car in my search, I pulled the door handle of the car and leaving the anchor is dropped off. The closed kept holding him from the inside with the lever. When little undead came up to me like a madman rushed to the door by throwing a pitiful snort. Flexing both legs pushed the door with all my strength, it burst open throwing back the undead on the road.

I got out of the van jumped out and brandishing steel pipe gave no option to join the little monster, he smashed the head of a coup. One down, was another. The remainder unnamed high was moving toward me with giant steps, a stride of hers were one and a half of mine and seemed determined to get me. Who knows if to avenge the death of his congener or just obeying their most primal instincts.

walked briskly back to remove more best of the gates of the park. Now I was the only thing on their tiny reptilian brain. Precariously launched a blow that could intercept the pipe. The pipe almost shot out of in my hands after the coup. I could hardly conceive of the idea, but that monster was strong, much stronger than me. He tried to hold on with both claws, leaping to the side could dodge their onslaught and hit him with all my strength in the stomach with the barrel, but even it was just a hair. That was getting really ugly. I could never imagine that one of those stupid things and have capacity to combat shaky.

The undead continued his attack by throwing a punch after another without finding nothing but air between their claws. His arms were very long, but fortunately not too well known to use. Dodge was not difficult at all if not for the lungs burned into my chest and heart threatened to jump out through the mouth.

was an exhausting task, but gradually went away more and more input, until it was finally far enough.

- NOW! OPEN THE DOOR! Michel cried through the walkie. Little Marta

hurried to obey, aided by his father turned the door and when he was sufficiently ajar, Michel finally started and introduced the vehicle in park. Just then, the huge unnamed hesitated before he felt a sudden movement behind him and turned for a moment giving me back. That would be his last error. So the pipe firmly and a blistering surge of adrenaline ran through my veins with all my heart when he struck a powerful two-handed sword in the neck.

The pipe slipped from my fingers and fell to the floor dripping with the body of that nameless, finally plunged into complete silence. I ran

taking heart of grace and when I crossed the doorway of the gate and immediately heard closed behind me with a blow that resounded loud echo throughout the park.

was all over at last. Michel

Saturday, July 1, 2006

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5 senses had placed on the wheel. We walked down that avenue was once a great pedestrian street with a slowness that was exasperating, but we could not afford to have haste. As I imagined, not every trace of life in 20 blocks around flocked to the ground zero of our vengeance. On the one hand it is possible that our skyscrapers around seeing a lot more freedom, but then was significantly hinder our return. The

had left, right, and everywhere where Muhammad gave the three voices, most of them migrated with amazing tenacity to where their instinct tells them. Precisely the place from which we returned. Almost all the streets were crowded with nomads, the roads were almost impassable.

continually improvise new routes we had to return to constantly find bottlenecks that would not let us go further. Some because of abandoned vehicles, sometimes because the streets were cut, but most times come across the face with the rights protesters of the nameless. Events with the solidarity that we would rather not.

It had been about 15 minutes after we separated from our colleagues in the van. At this stage and at home would be extremely distressed by not knowing anything of us, especially after hearing the explosion that caused terrible. Surely would be imagining the worst. Had the walkie reconnected, but I returned rather than static, although we were not in coverage.

"Sure must be worried. Natalia must be climbing the walls, sure, my friend commented with resignation.

"And he's crazy enough to search again. -Add - Do not worry, as we are close enough we can talk to them on the walkie.

could not get out of my head just told me what Michel. The diesel does not burn at room temperature. According to him, if you throw a lit cigarette butt into a drum of diesel, This will shut down without ever turning on the fuel. It was something that was not willing to check, but trusted his word. Not sure if that feature is something that diesel is on everyone's lips but I did not know and given my background I was strange not to have fallen into such detail.

In fact, I remember that during my troubled teen had ever made a firebomb with diesel, we used only gasoline. Motor oil, gasoline, tar, gasoline, gasoline-melting wax, soap, gasoline, gasoline-gel ... Heck, a young man could recite the "manual of the little bastard" from memory and never have I come to realize that gasoil word rarely uttered.

The thing was clear, what was in the bottles I put in the trunk of my car was not oil, if not petrol. However I was quite sure I introduced oil in them, took the deposit of a TDI that was in the parking lot of our block, there could be nothing if not the owner was completely stupid. And he was sure that I chose (now that was a completely wrong choice) by not wasting diesel fuel, we would need as much as we had to escape from the city. It was clear, there could be another explanation.

- Who did it? I wondered to myself in quietly lost in my thoughts.

- What?

"Someone changed the oil in the bottles before we left. - I played - I thought nobody had seen me put them in my car, but it is obvious that someone knew or imagined that I meant something else.

- There could be more obvious that supported the thesis that "my friend. - Did you discuss it with someone?

"Of course not, no one wanted to intrude on this. "I replied.

was silent for a moment. Michel took two corners and fold back east on a narrow lane and dirty but free of the presence not dead, we were not away.

could not get it out of his head. Who could it be? Natalia Michel and no, that would be safe. To have imagined what I meant, I would put his head under water until I remove the idea from your head until she stopped kicking. But then ... suddenly it was clear. It could not be someone else, but then ... Why?

"We're very close," said my companion, breaking the calm.

"Yes, perhaps sufficiently answered by turning the Waki.

The small device began to crackle with power. Although he returned no more than a thick layer of noise and parasites but as we approached a slight galvanic voice began to be discernible after static. -***

chel, Conrad Conte *** *** *** Me, Where is ***, please reply *** est concerns, answer.

As we approached the voice of small Marta became more intelligible. Would soon be in coverage.

"I hear you, we're fine, we get from time to time, do you hear? "I said through the small device with the hope that we were already close enough to satisfy the limitations of that toy.

-Conrad, are you okay? Where the hell you had you been? Where have you gone? What was that explosion? "Little Martha seemed to burst into tears.

"We're well, we took a detour through that ... I thought I had seen that more survivors, lied to a sarcastic look on my partner - The explosion also have heard, must have been close but we have no idea that there may be been. Do others have already arrived?, Have arrived safely?

"Yes, for 10 minutes, we are all good we can be, although almost kill us with fright, said a new voice was heard over the airwaves, it was our new partner, speaking on the other walkie probably also a bundle of nerves. It was a relief to know them. Michel

turned south at the next crossing, which took us directly overlooking the street parking on our block, we were so close to home that we could almost touch it with the fingertips.

"Great, get ready to open the door, get in 10 seconds.

-Conrad, we have a problem, "said the little voice contorted Marta - When removing the gates to let in the van, two of those freaks saw us and come over here, right now we have next door.

MIERRRRDA .... It was what we needed and now can not open up. A deafening roar

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accompanied a great explosion. A blinding flash rose to the height of the first floor of the surrounding buildings to carry off everything that crossed their path. Endless flaming pieces of rotten meat, were thrown in all directions and nowhere, accompanied by a multitude of pieces of junk.

Mutilated bodies were blown up what little was left of them stamped again against the hard asphalt. Blood and steel, plastics and tendons charred flesh and blood flooded the small square. Figures grotesquely crippled even consumed in flames crept pathetically seeking a better place to die.

amputees Members decorated the balconies overlooked as a picture of hades. The flames continued to spread from one to another like the plague, with the firm determination not to leave no trace of life. Those undead fared better, recovering with difficulty agangrenados vertically on their stumps, even I was wondering what could have happened.

stayed mired in a suspicious silence, still incredulous at the stupidity we had just committed. How many nameless had sent back to hell? Any amount.

A strident and brainwashed laughter seized us enjoy the view of the undead underworld amid shouts of joy. Finally we won that little battle. Small, in effect, useless, of course, but the taste of victory I knew sweet as honey.

- BY TAKING ass, fucking MONSTERS! I cried half-body drawing of the window and eagerly showing the middle finger of his right hand. Michel

looked toward the rear of the vehicle and could see how the rear door of the minivan been visibly distorted, slightly sunken into the cockpit due to collision with the lamppost.

- Natalie This is not going to like a hair! "He said even laughter.

"Well ... not sure that it has secured only a third! "I replied back to let go in a laughing sound. The unnamed

surrounding would soon return to concentrate on that roundabout attracted by the fleeting din and heat of the flames. In a few minutes again become a hotbed of walking corpses. I could not avoid considering a real shame not to repeat the move, but would be satisfied with what has been achieved. You have to be so cautious in victory or defeat. As one writer called French theologian Fenelon: The real way to win big is to not ever want to win too. The best thing would be to land through soon.

-go back-I suggested to my companion, giving a friendly pat on the shoulder.

"Tell Conrad, how much gasoline you wasted to ride this bonfire of San Juan? "Michel asked me heading towards home.

"Only I was in the tank of my car, the rest was not gasoline, diesel was, replied with some pride

- Diesel? How can you have used oil? He asked surprised my partner without taking his eyes off the road.

- What are you talking about? "I inquired further I missed.

"The diesel does not burn at room temperature, friend, must be very hot for clothing. AS -¿¿¡¡

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Wednesday, June 14, 2006

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I was completely immobile in the middle of an undead-infested street staring at the lengthy parable the Molotov described in the air.

"Come ... come on! ... GO! I shouted as fists clenched.

soon began to descend upon the hordes of hell, but to my amazement started to fall too late, inevitably going to happen long and some meters. I closed my eyes in resignation. He had thrown too hard, or maybe it had come too, the fact is that my ace of spades had shod the shot. Had failed. I fell to my knees on the concrete, rendered helpless by my failure. My last hope was fading as green glass bottle that crashed into the asphalt. It was ironic, this was the luck changes so fast.

Suddenly, providence would have it, one of the nameless, moving slowly with languid and listless step towards furious mass that was centered around my old peugeot gray, stood in the path of Molotov. The firebomb early hico is shattered by breaking his knee by spreading its contents throughout.

An intense flare ignited its ragged clothes with a fiery flash, and quickly spread throughout his body. I was stunned when that lonely without a name, become a tea not dead, immutable moved its passage no appetite at the meeting of its kind. Hesitant and stumbling walking without the flames that consumed him with eager greed disturb its determination to reach their brothers.

Every step I took him closer and closer to them and more importantly, the pool of fuel and motor oil that spread slowly and in moderation under the feet of the mayhem unconscious not dead. I could not come to believe, that just came to put one of his flaming shoe sobre aquel espeso líquido inflamable, los infiernos se desencadenarían. La única pregunta que cruzaba por mi mente era “¿su maltrecho cuerpo aguantará lo suficiente para llegar?”

-Sigue…, sigue vamos…-murmuraba para mis adentros cuando apenas 4 metros le separaban de mi venganza.

El sin nombre quedó inmóvil durante un instante, como no encontrando el valor para continuar. Michel contemplaba toda la escena tras el volante del monovolúmen, que mi compañero mantenía con el motor en ralentí, esperando mi vuelta.

-No… no te pares… continúa… ¡¡¡CONTINÚA JODER!!! –Le azuzaba mi amigo choking voice even aware that this creature could not hear him, and to hear you would not understand his words.

The furious flames consumed the unnamed man who appears not to succumb soon transformed into a pyre. Took a further step, after which he fell on the floor. His rotting body said enough.

I turned to take his hands to his head and threw a bunch of plugs that would mourn the baby Jesus, I could not believe it had been so close to doing. Michel, a few meters from my slumped over the wheel. Two meters ... two measly meters accounted for the difference between victory and defeat. However, were more than two meters enough to end our hopes.

I stood in submission and prepared to return to the vehicle. It was all over, had to accept my failure. To move toward him I could see through the windshield as my friend Michel fixing looked after me with dislocated jaw and eyes in disbelief. I turned again on the horizon looking for something that astonished me so mate. Then I saw it.

The puddle of fuel, which was dispersed with delay on the pavement, he was about to reach the burning corpse undead lay between flares in the hard ground. I was going to achieve, without a doubt is going to throw up a time to another. Actually this was the luck changes so fast.

I ran to the minivan, and hopped to his feet. We were both silent with eyes wide open waiting for the inevitable. My revenge was to be fulfilled. The was so close he could almost taste it. It was ten seconds, twenty, but to me seemed like hours. I swallowed and my anxiety before my throat was so dry scraping and mop.

"I will reach my partner ..." He said without looking away from the sweet scene we had front row seats .- He will alcanzaaaar ....!

- If! SI Damn! "I shouted with glee as his fist hit the dashboard of the vehicle when the dark fluid with a mighty flash lit red.

The air seemed to whistle when the ground became a sea of flames. The roaring fire with vivid fury snaked under the rotten stumps of the event that no name was around my car. The flames were scattered everywhere igniting everything in its way, soon the glow began to climb the rotting corpses of a hundred nameless. Soon there would be more than ashes.

felt no pain, no running, screaming in agony and writhing in agony, but it would be more than a pile of smoldering debris of all of them. It was a gruesome spectacle, but for me it was a sweet delight. I left my ecstasy when I remembered the fuel-soaked rope hanging from the fuel tank of my old car ... which meant ...

- Get out of here! "I cried - Start!, Put in reverse, fast!

- What is it that ...?

- My car! It's going to explode! "I interrupted.

did not need to repeat it. My partner introduced the motion, accelerated as he could and we shot crossing the street looking back. Soon reach the end of the street, Michael hit the brakes with all his fury and the wheels were blocked with a loud creak. The van swerved across the road a few meters to hit the ass with a solitary lamp.

At that moment he opened to us the gates of hell.

Monday, June 12, 2006

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know his name. Maybe something as simple as that might be reason enough to return alive. I set foot on land again undead closing the car door behind me. I slipped into the boot of the van and took him the last two firebombs early that we had. Feeling checked trousers above the Zipo still kept in his pocket.

With light steps I slipped behind a row of parked cars and crouched like a starving jackal stalking its prey, I advanced rapidly. With me at a distance of 20 meters would be enough. Had only two pitches, only twice, was crucial to ensure the shot. It was a pretty tight range, but no longer needed. He was determined to approach this as were necessary to marabunta not dead. He was prepared to be hanging meat as long as take them all to hell with me.

As I got closer I became more and more anxious, so that she could almost feel the waves of adrenalin beating in my temples. Fatigue, fear, and this electric tingling that oppressed my stomach had almost disappeared. All those dark feelings and all those dark feelings I subdued, seemed quite distant now. Maybe I'm starting to get used to pass whores, or perhaps it was that simply had nothing to lose.

Nothing to lose and may be nothing to gain. Michel was right, everything was a completely unnecessary risk. Although I carried with me even 20 or 30 would be hundreds roaming the streets, to pretend otherwise would be stupid. However you may see how they burn those bastards make me feel better. He had almost reached my position, I just go out and street remained open and release the bomb.

I was hidden between two cars while examining them. It was really interesting to see from up close. One hundred of these things shaking with fury furious an old car in the middle of a street. Would the music that attracted them like bees to honey? Or maybe they thought they were such a sound came from a possible prisoner? "The vibrations that spread through the air maybe? Does the smell of fuel? It was something absurd

What really moved to the nameless? "End of life? "Ending all existence? I guess all these thoughts were futile, and more at the time. Can you get to know some day or maybe never. In the end, that matters. Contemplated was almost hypnotic. Strange, inconsistent, monstrous. Only the shadow of what they once were.

A resentful roar that froze my blood snapped behind me. Before I had time I had even become as above. A loner with no name came to me in the back. I did not hear, nor feel, nor even smell its putrid stench. It was silent, fast and totally caught me off guard.

He rushed upon me like an angry beast. Instinctively I dropped the bottles and were rolling down the sidewalk. I managed to turn round and face to face, but still above me, clutching a colossal force with sharp claws and trying to strike a bite with those blackened dentellones.

was an older man about 50 years old, huge and obese. I was crushed under his huge body holding me by the shoulders and desperate to satiate their greed with my meat. Could prevent their continued attempts to bite his neck locking my forearms, but I clung so tightly by the shoulders that he could not get him off. Dentelle

endlessly without finding nothing but air between her jaws, each failed attempt made to increase more and more anger. I stirred as he could, made titanic efforts to get rid of him but was too strong and too heavy. With both hands occupied in its mouth away from my face so I could only hit in the side with your knees but do not even shrink from my shots.

Those languid eyes whitish and expressed real anger, I was puzzled as lifeless eyes could express so much anger. I threw your stinking breath straight in the face, a smell so foul that they remember it just arches. Soon the effects of fatigue took their toll on my body punished. Her teeth came down my arms as they lost strength. Each time they were closer to my face.

There was a thud and no name completely changed his bland expression face, a mixture of surprise and shock. I heard a bang and the new no-name attack appeared to completely lose their ferocity. Instinctively took advantage of the opportunity and I raised my head pushing my best on the neck of the creature. Heard a blow and momentum of the undead seemed to vanish.

A thick, dark fluid coming from behind his bald head began to slide slowly down his forehead. I got rid of his prey and tried to creep under his body motionless. Behind the mass of flesh that imprisoned me I could see a Michel snorting steel pipe dirty hands. Dropping it helped me fend the body of my nameless take away almost all that I had my revenge.

- Are you okay? Did you bite? He asked my friend made a nervous wreck.

"I'm fine, thanks ... thanks ..." I said between gasps - Where ... where are the bottles?

- Conrad Damn!, Is it that you did not clear where you are going to take this damn fixing yours? Ignoring him completely

oteé looking around me that what I had lost and that I was worth more than gold. I soon find them. They had rolled to fall by the curb and were pouring the contents onto the asphalt. Horrified I ran to them and picked them up. Both had lost nearly half its content. Thank God, there were empty of everything.

- Let's go, dammit! 'Said my companion.

- Get in the car and get ready for a quick getaway! I answered carefully filling the contents of a bottle on the other. - There will be a moment ...

Michel ran to the minivan launch an oath to the four winds. I ran half a block. I looked for a moment the only weapon I had. Molotov had lost, but at least I was one. One would be sufficient, one should be enough. I took the lighter from my pocket and lit the wick.

In this bottle, lay more than a combination of gasoline and motor oil bottle that contained all his possessions, which would probably be my last will. REVENGE.

- BACK TO HELL! "I screamed, and then threw it.

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We were going without too much haste in the direction of the roundabout where it lay my old car, move too fast through streets taken by the hordes of death was playing with fire, and whoever plays with fire eventually burned. Now more than ever indiscretions are paid faces. Fortunately or unfortunately I had nothing to pay.

If everything was as it should all be over in a couple of minutes, but knew from experience that never leaves everything as it should. In the branch of project management we called contingencies, now called putadas. What is the difference between a contingency and a real bitch? The times, indeed.

When planning a project always leaves some leeway to respond to unforeseen contingencies. Problems almost always achieved by stretching beyond the 3 main factors: hours, resources and money. Anyway, when things were twisted, what was the consequence? A rise in costs? Any delay in delivery? Does it have any significance?

before the Apocalypse may be if I did, but now it comes to investing funds or stretching periods, if not lives. What was at stake was not something as trivial and inconsequential as they are in these times the money or contracts, if not our survival. It's all or nothing at all or nothing there is no room for margins. This was dark, such investments are not, are sacrifices and that was not a contingency was a bitch.

As we moved I was relating the details of my original plan. It was time to uncover the ace of spades who patiently kept up his sleeve awaiting the right moment to unleash his anger.

"For that reason his clothes soaked in fuel - Michel inferred.

"Yes, one almost caught me, and I had to crawl out on the puddle of fuel and motor oil. "I explained.

"And so you wanted to reserve the molotov's we've been here, is not it? He asked without diverting attention from the road.

"Exactly.

"Honestly friend, I think to do what you propose is a huge risk and totally unnecessary. "He answered after remaining silent for a moment .- We have what we came for, we have almost won Conrad. Why risk your life for something like this?

"I know. I do not expect you to understand, but it's something I need to do.

Yes ... I needed to take this little satisfaction and my friend had no idea of the extent to which it needed. I was everything he wanted with desperate fervor, this would probably be my only chance to make some sense of my trivial existence. As Honoré de Balzac said "Revenge of the weakest is always the most ferociously" and mine would be wild.

"Okay ..." Michel said between puffs - I hope that you do not end up dead fad both.

"did not mean to get into this, I said" And if you do not want to do and I'll make you not retract it. At the end of the day of your life is what we are talking about.

- And yours, damn! Or have you forgotten, "he asked in frustration, since the nameless took over the world gives the impression that your life is full of importance to you. You're going to play life again! Is that I can not understand.

"Maybe someday I understand, Michel -" I'm not really playing anything "I thought to myself.

We took a detour to explore the surrounding streets around the roundabout. Roundabout that resembled a sordid public demonstration against the gray old Peugeots put a deafening noise. He could not say exactly how many of them could be around my car. About 100, may 150 members of the hordes of hell swirled around her as the closest shaking him from side to side like an angry mob.

time became extinct. Wolf & Raven came to an end to make way for Tellulah. Tellulah was a ballad with plenty of cane and good guitar playing, but it was not willingly or as powerful as its predecessors. However, it appeared that continued making a mesmerizing effect. With probability not take too long to get out of its spell, we had to act quickly.

We look at the vehicle on a street where the influx of the undead was more limited.

"Come slowly. "I suggested to my colleague," Try to get the engine does not roar too.

"It would better not come down the vehicle, my companion suggested.

"No, if we bring too much of the minivan and around us may not be able escapar." I replied. "I will walk. You be prepared for a quick getaway.

The crowd was just over 50 meters from us and made us the slightest attention. If acted with stealth could situated at a distance closer to shooting and return before any of them found out where they came the shock.

"Okay, stop, get off here. "I suggested.

When I sat down, my old friend grabbed my arm.

- Do you know which is the only reason why I decided to go with this madness? "I asked rhetorically - Because of my refusal very well that car would have jumped up with such proceeding.

"I guess I am. "I replied.

-The survivor who has recovered, how is it called? "Even

not told me his name "I responded.

"That girl you like does not it? "Said Michel always so insightful.

answered No, not needed.

"Well hurry up, finish it and come back, would be the saddest thing you die without becoming even know her name.

Monday, June 5, 2006

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just loaded two boxes of canned tomato sauce when I felt a little dizzy. I was exhausted, ankle hurt like hell of a headache and had to freak out. I leaned on the side of the van for a few moments to catch his breath and kept watching the work of my peers. They were like a well oiled machine. Natalia

While the cargo was organizing and the others gave so urgently carrying our prize would soon fill the capacity of the van. Everything was going without a hitch, well, almost everything.

- Time! "Asked Marta's father while in the van carrying several bottles of water.

-Umm .... Three minutes! "I said looking at his watch.

I encouraged them to return to work. In the words of Mother Teresa of Calcutta: "I will not stop working, I'll have all eternity to rest" all eternity to rest ... chuckled he could not prove the irony of my situation.

absence of one minute low the van was full and we had time even to load a couple of boxes in the minivan. Everything was ready for our return, however, I had thought to take a detour. I checked the clock again, we were reaching the line of no return. Mission accomplished, it was time to go.

- Let what you're doing, we go! "I ordered my colleagues who were still in the grocery store - all the van fast!

When everyone had left, the father of Martha and I went down the metal shutter and super stuck in a fairly rudimentary but surely, with a thick rope and a good sturdy pair of nodes. Lose few seconds to make it closed the facility would be worth, was quite good even in the warehouse and now that part of the street had it cut through trash bins, maybe we could go in the near future for the rest . Now would

food for quite some time and if we managed to head would last months. However we could not reject the idea that this was apocalyptic would last more than our food supply. The next time we saw we needed, a fact that surely would give, would arrive, cut the strings enter and exit.

On the other hand, if some group survivors crossed there will not be difficult to enter and supplies without the danger that had been cast in a forced unnamed misfortune. Having secured the door, ran to the vehicles.

"I'll go in the minivan, the other up in the van-decree.

- But why ...? "He went to ask Natalia.

"In the van do not fit the 5 Conrad. -The Michel interrupted.

"Damn ..." I swore to myself okay, you're coming with me, others will go in the van. You drive yourself! "I said coming in through the passenger door. The engines roared

and went slowly up the street. Funny, the stream of undead had dissipated almost completely. Barely had a dozen of them dragging their bloodied stumps towards the square where I left my old peugeot gray. Most unnamed around and would have concentrated there. At this time, this roundabout would become hell.
Conrad
"Okay, now we are alone, what if you tell me what you've been hiding, eh? "Michel said suspiciously.

"I had no intention of putting anyone in this," I said with resignation, "But now we are told that two more and all non cabríais within of the van.

"What's done is done. You tell me or not. "He insisted.

gently circulating the van a few yards ahead of us. The route back and had drawn but you never know if at the last moment would have to find some alternative path if we topábamos in some way inaccessible. I picked up the walkie and I got in touch with my classmates.

"I'm Conrad, do you hear? Short. "I said waiting for a response.

"If you hear, what happens? Natalia replied the other side under a thick layer of noise and static.

"Go ahead, we have a case that address before returning, it will only take a few minutes, we are at home, short.

- But ...!? Natalia-she managed to say before you disconnect the Walkie.

- In the next street turn left. "I suggested to my companion.

- Where are we supposed? - Michel hesitated.

"Tell me ... what do you think if we take a little revenge?

Friday, June 2, 2006

T M J Syndrome More Condition_treatment



I was kneeling in front of that damn lock that I resisted more forcefully that the Laura of Hapiness fucking losing your virginity. My companions followed my movements with the picks business with bated breath. Kept a stony silence trying not to bother me, but feeling his gaze on me and hear his nervous breathing my back was starting to get frantic.

already had about two minutes trying to no avail. "We damn it ... if you've done it dozens of times, damn ..." 10 years ago would have been able to force the lock before giving my teammates time to blink even when drunk, but unfortunately, the years do not go in vain. I suddenly felt like a tip pick locks with a resounding "Clak." I smiled through clenched teeth, was a sound that was familiar. I remained a lever, turn the other pick and ...

-Open up ... "I quote the most famous phrase from one of the favorite books of my childhood, the thousand and one nights, the weather was turning the doorknob, SESAME!

became The gates without any resistance naively open ourselves to the store entrance.

The emotion that invaded us at that moment is hard to describe. 6 survivors starving and exhausted, with eyes wide open and staring at dozens of boxes still packed cans, vegetable cans everywhere, countless assortment of cured meats and vacuum-packed sausages. More bottles of water we could carry, juice bottles all brands and flavors, chocolates, biscuits, oils, fresh and dried pasta, bottles of liquor of all types and forms of delight ... A universe within our needy hands.

was the most wonderful vision that we had in months. This was a most valuable booty that they kept in the cave of Ali Baba's 40 thieves.

-Fe ... Merry Christmas ... "she managed to say with tears of emotion Natalia slipping from her rosy cheeks.

- the fucking love you Conrad!, El puto amo! Exclaimed a jovial Michel while I grabbed the head and rubbed his knuckles against the top of my brain.

Laughing like children with new toys lunged us our treasure amid shouts of joy. For a moment the walls of terror and despair that we are imprisoned and stifled crumbled to the renewed hope that we conjured up this little miracle that we had been granted.

At that moment, my half more prosaic and pragmatic re-releasing I imposed my view of the emotion that drunk. My hearing was focused on the sudden silence that took over the exterior. Still loving you had come to an end, and only detracted My selene and Wolf & Raven, We had about 9 minutes, so that the line of no return reached us.

- We have 8 minutes! Shouted to impose my voice above the clamor of my fellow enthusiast - Loaded with what we can and get out of here! Les

cruelly took his moment of happiness for landing them back into the harsh reality, yet nothing was decided. We had little time and the return trip would not be a bed of roses, was soon to claim victory by promising that they were now our chances.

"Remember the plan," I said - No food fresh, frozen or are in poor condition. And dairy, pasta, rice or food needed to consume hydrate. Concentrate on the preserved cans of vegetables, dried meats or anything long life. Do not forget to take few more jugs of water can. Juices also to expire very long term, let's move!

regained his composure and began to lead as found in the van. For tired we were we must take heart of grace. Eric Natalia and little remained in the vehicle and took care of organizing as we loaded to make room for the rest. The other 4 will take care of running up and down with our precious booty in his hands.

Loaded with 4 bottles of water when I ran to the door with our new partner. Exchange a quick glance and smiled. Although for obvious reasons was quite neglected and malnourished, was to be a very attractive girl. Then I realized. He had told me, but I did not know yours.

I've never been a person too "spiritual." I believe in what I see, that simple. However I could see that day shook the foundations of my agnosticism. Whichever way he did could not find another explanation. Coincidence? If it is possible that it was all due to massive confluence of events possible erratic and disjointed, but that possibility did not match what I felt.

Inside, I knew it not due to simple chance. I guess you can call it whatever you want, I just call it fate. An election. A simple decision had changed the destiny of us all.

was on the verge of not going after them. Not have done it, they would have ended up succumbing to hunger or fear. If they had been left alone with their misfortune, we would not have found the warehouse, we had failed and would have bent our course to share the same fate. A simple decision and it turned us all to follow the path of new hope.

could not be a coincidence. Meet them is something that will transcends us that I have no doubt. Surely if someone is reading these words must be thinking that delirium, hallucination that I suffer from terror, fatigue, tension and stress of the moment. It is possible, I will not deny it would be like I would have thought a few days earlier. But also, I'm sure that if my day comes to a survivor of this dark age, when it comes to an end to make way for a better, must have felt as I do as least once in life expectancy.

Tuesday, May 30, 2006

Folding Crutches Review

Opening the gates of heaven and defeat

Samuel Johnson, an English writer once said: "We must wait, but the hope is to always be frustrated, for hope itself is a joy, and their failures, which are frequent, are less horrible than their extinction. " A quote very true, with one exception. That was the last hope frustrated.

threw an oath to the four winds. That was not fair. We decided to take part in that mission in despair crazy. The days of preparation, the sleepless nights, the sacrifice of my beloved Peugeot Grey, my frantic race through the torrent of undead, the efforts of my colleagues to move heavy containers, for having come face to face to the nameless ... it was all in vain.

-E ... We are doomed ... "His voice Marta's father choked.

"Shut up ..." I said indignantly.

small supermarket doors had been brutally enforced, were open wide, giving us the ghostly image of a packed completely destroyed. From inside came a stench tremebundo fish and rotting fruit and barely a couple of shelves had not been demolished. Scattered on the floor haphazardly were the decomposed remains of what were once everything we wanted.

entered as the unconscious desire to bask in our own defeat. I put my hands to the head immersed in more frustration absolute. I would have sat better shot in the ribs that vision so bleak.

splintered glass jars, juice cartons burst, overturned shelves, empty boxes piled up, painted on the walls reading "The end is near" "The Apocalypse is here" and other pearls of wisdom from the style. That
local
had not been sacked as was the service station, had been brutally crushed. This was not the work of desperate survivors, was the creation of authentic wild. Barely a few cans were saved from barbarism, it is not enough to even half a serving per head. We lost.

"Everything has been in vain ..." muttered the father of Martha wallowing in despair.

- SHUT UP! "Again demanded.

"Not only the fact of having rescued two survivors has meant that all our efforts have paid off ..." he continued complaining, even though we can go home, we are only food for two or three days. Not So now we are two more mouths to feed.

I could not help thinking it would be better to abandon them to their fate. They were sentenced, but now only gave them false hope. All were convicted. Had been granted an extra week of life may less, and that time would just be torture waiting for the inevitable.

- Shut the fuck up! Shouted angrily as he grabbed the lapels and shook him like a puppet "If you do not shut that big mouth now I swear to God I break you HEAR ME!

lost his temper completely. I've never been a good loser, and the mere idea that someone was able to deny all hope of that, and that made me lose my way, I found it offensive.

- has not been in vain! "We live not!? If today we screwed up, try again tomorrow, there are dozens of supermarkets in this neighborhood! No I give up, dammit!

I let go and fell to his knees. I left what remained of the small grocery store in a rage kicked one of the gates. When you see me out so so angry, my colleagues approached me with concern.

- What happens? Michel asked me with obvious anxiety. Already imagined my response.

"The supermarket has been looted. "I explained indignantly. - There is nothing left. We're going.

"Damn ..." he muttered Natalia clutching at his head.

- And the store? Have you looked at the store? "He said our new partner.

"There is no store ... I have checked - I replied with resignation.

- Of course there is! - Exclaimed our new comrade brimming with new hope. "I have a lifetime buying in the supermarket, I know well the owner, lived down the street. Ransacked his establishment when he declared martial law. Looting had barely begun, so he went ahead and closed the store. Leveled trade, but the store did not come to play, at least I was.

entered the grocery store and the others we still do not know what to think.

"The store has to be behind those two shelves - expressed in all security. - I do not know is that they are making these shelves there.

- Behind those two ...? - Mused aloud - Demons, of course! How could I not happen before?

"After the looting, the owner hid the entrance to the store shelves behind those in the future if returned to assault-weighed Michel.

"Probably not collect all this mess so that if they returned to his tent to force anyone to think you got nothing of value. He added, Natalia.

After removing the only trade shelves still standing, double door revealed itself to our small group of survivors, with no apparent signs of having been tampered with in any way. We all keep an impromptu moment of recollection and excited, thrilled with our new discovery. A finding that could give an unexpected twist of 180 degrees to our desperate situation.

- it down? "Suggested the father of Martha, with excited eyes had recovered partly hope.

-No. It is a single door, but have been reinforced with steel plates, probably by both sides, I set out to study the gates - Hinges are also strong, will not fall with a kick.

analyzed Crouching before the door lock for a moment.

"The door is strong, but the lock is quite simple. "I considered.

pick set I pulled from my pocket and I selected the pair that seemed more appropriate. It was time to see if my skills "little bastard" were so rusty as I thought.

- What was supposed to be doing? Asked our new partner.

-Remembering my teens.

Thursday, May 25, 2006

How Do I Avoid Skin Irritation After Shaving

Deception

bottles launched almost at the same time. The unnamed gesture did not even want to avoid them. A burst to the head of one of them. He fell back on the rubbish strewn beneath his feet, become a shining flame that writhed slowly trying to join. The other three cocktails hit the pavement shattering, scattering in all directions incandescent fluid lit everything played with diabolical greed.

Within seconds the flames spread like wildfire through the putrid waste that trod the undead. Soon, under the wounded stumps of the nameless, formed a raging sea of fire that crawled up through his pitiful corrupt bodies, burning with the hunger of a hungry lion their corrupt flesh.

The flames went from one to another as a terrifying spread of malaria. Almost all the undead that made the small horde charred in the flames of the raging pyre. Their bodies were burned eye view, however did not happen that was supposed to happen.

watched him for a few long seconds, immersed in our own unbelief. Few things burn waste as much momentum as saturated in gasoline. I expected to see as exhaled screams of pain, fell to the ground writhing in agony and yet the only horde roars emanating from the same bellows were angry that we spent before our attack.

was something that you can not put into words. Even in flames, even with their rotten bodies being cremated with faded cruelty, nothing held back their determination to hunt us down. There was no pain in his monstrous faces, just anger and hunger. I kept pushing, squeezing, angrily envistiendo the immovable containers that prevented them from reaching their prize.

Not much later, their mutilated bodies were burned out of steam and were gradually succumbing to the flames. Fell one after another getting lost among the waves of the sea of fire to sink into an endless silence.

sighed with relief, for a moment I would not work. Persisted even after the container wall of fire, determined not to stay away until more than the ashes of their prey. Those lethal flames even protect us for a while.

- How goes? Natalia asked Marta's father.

"Give me two more minutes. "He answered without diverting attention from the stream of sparks that blinded him.

"Okay, do not waste time - I suggested - start with the Service Station, go and grab anything that might be useful to us and carry it in the van.

Michel, Natalia and our new partner headed there in a hurry while I stayed with Natalia's father if he could be helpful. Then I saw the little Eric. He sat on the sidewalk. With hands tightly plugged ears and kept the sealed with hard eyes. See nothing, hear nothing, that was the best option.

remember as a child, I used to have nightmares, like everyone else, I guess. Dreamed aberrant creatures and beings that I lurked in the dark. I writhed on the bed soaked with sweat until you wake up in a jump in the middle of the night between heavy breaths. I was never the type of child from a bad dream unveiled amid cries of terror waking his parents, who would come swift to offer consolation.

I never called them. Why? Because I knew exactly what I would say upon arrival. Between hugs me whisper that monsters do not exist, we all have nightmares, but none of it is real. I knew they were right, why bother? monsters do not exist, at least, did not exist until now. For a child that poor foundation upon which rests its short existence tossed this way is a big blow. Parents in these times of despair had to comfort his children after suffering a nightmare what was supposed to could tell? "Monsters if there son, you just have to see them walk the streets through the window."

be a child in this age is a cruel joke of fate.
Soon, my friends began to travel between the gates of the hardware and the van. Shovels, tools, meters of rope, cable, batteries, hoses, a broken society ... everything tends to a value greater than gold, however, would have changed everything from food for five days.

The last of the locks fell. Martha's father turned off the torch and threw a triumphant gasp. I felt renewed hope when I approached the metal shutters that still separated us from our booty. Nothing was yet decided, but now everything was different. Although we had ordered our doors, and we could see if the grocery store was still intact ... or if our efforts would go into the well. Also between the two low of the blind and the count of three pull hoisted above us. Both stood petrified

head to toe. Everything ... had been ruined.

Tuesday, May 16, 2006

Maytag Refrigerator Light Bulb



left the service station on the run and we met with our new partner in the center of our makeshift fortress. I checked with amazement as I was right. About thirty undead crowded into a disorderly crowd after the waste containers. They tried unsuccessfully to cross the barricade rushing haphazardly over the containers as genuine insane. They were really desperate to enter. Shoved, crushed and trod huddled each other as insane. Seemed a scrum of people trying to escape a burning building through a brick wall.

His jerky movements were very different from his brothers up the street. While those walking in orderly procession evoked groans emanating entranced by the spell of the music, they gave off furious howls. They had a terrible hunger and food had been found were not able to reach and that angered them. I had no doubt that this small clan of death was just something in his corrupt mind us.

The first tones of My Land warmed the atmosphere, and only left us about 15 minutes.

- Have you heard the shots and have been like crazy! "He said our new partner to see us. - The barrier does not last forever, will eventually break it down!
She was right and not only ran the risk of losing our protection from the south, if not the rabid cries of those few no-name could warn of our presence on the vast horde that advanced blindly into the focus of those angelic tones to them held rapt. If that happened we would be screwed but good.

- Are we doing now? - Michel asked resignedly.

- Doing what? He asked our new partner.

I hoped not to get to this, but there is no choice, I stated as I pulled the fuel-soaked polo's time to resort to more expedient.

-may only make things worse, what if we were just more nervous? - Natalia hesitated.

"Possibly, but only intend to keep you busy for a while," I replied as I released a number of garments, gave them a new distraction, you might then not find us so interesting. How many have you been?

-Two in the minivan and four in the van. "Answered the father of Martha as she crouched in front of the locks lay to the torch.

- Four what? What are you talking about? Asked again to snare our new partner.

When I was dressed for only with a banker and a sleeveless shirt I was reborn, was drenched in my own sweat from head to toe. A gentle breeze embraced me as pleasant as graceful hands. That was something else.

- Can you know you're doing? "I questioned Michel - With one less layer of clothing to bite is over.

"I had those clothes soaked in fuel, I prefer to make that gamble with the mouths of unnamed end become a human torch. "I said sarcastically as we walked briskly toward the van. Bonzo-Burning to death would not like.

- Burn to bonzo? "But what the hell are you talking about? He turned to ask the girl visibly annoyed with us ignore their pleas.

- Soaked in fuel? What do you soaked in fuel? "I asked, completely ignoring Natalia.

"That does not matter now. "I said trying to derail this. "Let's use of the van, let those in the minivan for now.

- What do you not care? Why do not you want us to use the car also Natalia eh? What the hell is what you've been doing out there? "I asked Michel with a certain toughness as I opened the side door of the van. - Are you already going to your fucking ball as usual, right?

- What do you think if we concentrate on the problem at hand and crap we stop? "I answered with even more sharply than face him.

- is not shit if you come back to change the plan on the fly, Conrad! "I accused Natalia, visibly upset.

- Can anyone tell me what the hell is what you claim!? I asked our new comrade red with rage to our indifference.

- Kids! - Shouted the father of Martha with small torch blue flame throwing considerable in his right hand - Do you I have to remember that we come from?
dumbfounded
All of a sudden. Martha's father was right, we were acting like kids. The tension, fear, heat, exhaustion, the fetid smell that permeated the atmosphere, the overdose of adrenalin rushing through our bodies, all this madness was beginning to take its toll on our mental health.

sighed deeply and tried to regain control of my actions and my words. So a box that once contained Mahou a dozen and now only carrying 4 bottles of sticking two separate pieces of torn fabric. The carefully pulled out and showed them to our curious companion.

"Part of gasoline by another motor oil, I explained, Molotov's, we will burn the bastards. We

one of those improvised incendiary bombs each and with the utmost respect we move into the firing line, a few meters behind the barrier containers. Martha's father was engrossed in his work. Crudely protected by covering his eyes with the back of the hand. A shower of silver sparks rising from the confrontation between the steel locks and fiery torch flame. The doing his part even at the risk of sight, we failing in ours.

As the four of us approached the barrier that separated us from the beasts, their inhuman roars to aggravate nausea and grew aggressively demented to dementia. If not impossible, to believe they knew what awaited them. I pulled a lighter from my pocket and my teammates did the same.

"Do not worry if you do not give to them, fall upon the garbage that is under their feet will be enough," I warned - but lanzadlos with force, if the glass of these bottles will not break, things will get ugly . Tell

-Michel, and Did you want to die?

-Being a lovable old man, lying on a bed surrounded by my bereaved grandchildren. And you?

When the wick caught fire and forget I felt a tingling in my fingertips. A feeling of power that brought me memories of my uncontrolled distant teenage rebellion. The Molotov cocktail, the urban guerrilla's best friend.

- Ha, ha! "I chuckled" Live fast, die young .... Fire!

Thursday, May 11, 2006

Sasuke And Sakura Lemon Fanfiction

An attack error after another

come to their aid in droves. Martha's father was not my cup of tea but it was one of ours. Even in the best families there are black sheep and therefore not forsake them. Michel and Natalia entered first followed closely by me. Before passing through the doorway, stopped the little sister of Eric at the gates of the Service Station and with a gesture bade him stay where he was caring for his brother. There seemed to like to let her outside, but realized that someone must take charge of small and nobody better than her.

Once inside, we watched in horror as two rotten father had managed to corner the Marta between two narrow shelves. Slowly approached him on both flanks with his blundering steps limping, without leaving any choice to escape. One of them let out a guttural growl off as he turned to us to see us appear unexpectedly. She stopped hesitantly. Seemed to weigh his options until their purulent reason he gave an early conclusion: Three is better than one.

I cursed myself. "How the hell we were not crossed his mind any that behind the closed doors parted from the hardware store might have one of those fucking monsters dragging stumps agangrenados!? Michel instinctively pulled the pistol from his pocket and gunpoint when he approached us with outstretched hands limp in our direction.

- Put the gun down! "I said rudely - We have to stop them, but do it with stealth. Michel

presented his fitness and keep the gun again without a word.

-Encargaos of this, I on the other. "I suggested.

From a shelf I took a hose and slipped behind the shelves. Silent as a thief who comes to steal embraced by the darkness of night, noticed a rope to a pillar and I stood behind the walking corpse that threatened the father of Martha, wielding a makeshift weapon. The monster behind me noticed, it appeared that everything was quiet he would have liked. I signaled to Rafa to call your attention back on him. This tapped three or four times on one of the metal shelves of the shelf making enough noise to re-gain the interest of being clueless. He

to ignore, I took time to attack him, surrounding his neck twice with the hose and pull the other out with all my strength. The sleeve is tightened sandwiching the neck of the poor wretch who tried in vain to reach it with his claws. I threw in despair until his fragile neck was broken. His head bent forward in an impossible position while your body is falling apart like a house of cards on the pavement.

His neck broken, his body now lay still, useless, vegetable, and yet still peeked his head no signs of life. Her eyes anodyne moved with speed, beat his jaw and groaning piteously as not understanding the pathos of his situation. It was now a quadriplegic undead, if it has any kind of sense.

At the time, Michel was to maintain the concentration of another being on his person. Insulted and challenged him to get him. Much as he might as well insult, that monster would not distinguish a banana from a bullfight, but it was enough for the lone member of the horde will just have him in mind. The dead are not moving toward your partner with trembling step, but skillfully kept Michel walk slowly and methodically back. Natalia was armed with his bat and the undead stalked silent and deadly, in the back as I did with the other monster. When he was close enough, he struck an accurate two-handed sword in the neck that sumiéndole finally collapsed in an eternal silence.

was all over. It was surprisingly easy to end up with those two unnamed. Without weapons or fire, only with a little ingenuity and collaboration. Martha's father passed me and gave me a grateful pat on the back. I guess coming from him was quite a compliment. He took a long-handled shovel that was leaning against a wall and heading against the pathetic to be stationary even exhaled plaintive cries from the cold floor, gave him the coup de grace.

"I did not pose a danger, and yet ... you could not stop, right? "Asked Michel with disapproval. - Do you feel better now?

"This monster has been about to kill me," he answered, pointing to coarseness what little was left of him, "Do you feel sorry? Because I do not I have none. Michel

challenged him with his eyes but Marta's father chose to ignore. Best case, we would have time to leave the face at ease when we were safe, now we should not lose concentration, was our livelihood.

The establishment had indeed been looted and probably more than once. Almost all of the shelves were empty or nearly so. Gender was more scattered over the ground on the shelves. But there were still some things we could be helpful. But first things first and this was to find something to force the locks of the store. We started recording immediately. Michel found a sort of Swiss Army knife with several picks.

- Do you think that this can open the locks? "I asked with the utmost discretion to ensure that their words reach the ears of others.

- Got idea of how long ago that I dedicate myself to do those things? "I responded with the same care.

- Would not you? "He insisted.

"Maybe so, but it would take too much, think otherwise. "I said as I kept the small set of picks. Had the skills acquired during my time as a "little bastard" pretty rusty, but you never know.

- I have it! - Rejoiced the father of Martha from the back of the establishment as he held aloft a small torch. - It is loaded! We will!

- A ... Help! Cried Natalia - I have caught!

We turned with amazement in his direction. The girl had a inhumane efforts to try to get rid of something hidden behind the counter who seemed to be grabbing her leg. Michel ran into her as she pulled the pistol from his pocket by instinct. Fell down and jumped on the counter and fired two shots that rang out across loudly throughout the store.

- Are you okay? He asked with concern.

"Yeah ..." said Natasha's body away from being who was prone on the floor. And not move again. But

how the hell can be as memos! We made two unforgivable errors in less than two minutes! Not only we make sure that within the Service Station had not members of the hordes of death if that after finishing with two of them do not even see that there was no more. BECOMING GOD OF IDIOTS!

- Conrad! "I called our new partner from outside the establishment.

was clear, did not even need to tell me. I knew immediately what was happening. The noise of the two shots we had discovered. In extreme situations like that expensive mistakes are paid and we were going have to pay very high interest.

"God ... if you are still up there, we do not put things so damn hard ... we deserve it. "I prayed to myself.