Friday, April 28, 2006

Marshmallow Gun Toronto

Breathless That makes us human

If someone comes to read these words will surely be wondering what the hell I was exposed to such a trance for a few people who did not know. Some people that if I had encountered before the apocalypse triggered, probably do not even have looked into his face. In short, by people who I do not care. Why now? Why just now in the twilight of our civilization is when their lives took courage for me?

I could not argue my reasons, I will simply say I did what I thought I should do. And why? Because it did not, it surely would have definitely lost what makes us human, and that is all that remains.

undertook the race once again. Just had to cross the street and come to them. Dribbling, turning, sprinting, avoid, bargain. Slipped back into the stream of death that moved awkwardly toward the source of the music they enthralled and upset. My old car was a new wrinkle to the fable of the Pied Piper. Those

terrified survivors did not cease in their attempt to be noticed. Although I should already know about to get to them, not subsided in their efforts to hit the glass doors of the porch of his building, grave error. The stridency that caused brought one of the unnamed siren spell of driving him away from our concerns.

He stood at the gate and directed an inquiring glance toward the lone pair of survivors. He seemed undecided. Follow the wonderful melody, or closer to what it might be a dam that quench their thirst for blood. He was confused and hesitant until they finally rested both hands on the window that separated from a good meal. Letting out a surprised grunt palpable that invisible wall that prevented him from achieving the objects of their desire. She did not understand was what was blocking their advance.

ran crouching to stand behind him, did not seem to have detected my presence. Rags clutched harshly than in the past was the neck of a white flannel shirt, lock your legs with mine and pulled it with all my might on his back. Before giving him time to even know that was what had happened, I jumped over his body lying on the sidewalk finally reaching the entrance of the building.

As they reached the door opened, leaving the hollow just so he could enter the portal and promptly closed behind me. I collapsed on a wall and I bend at the waist resting his hands on his knees, he needed to catch his breath before speaking.

could see them clearly now. We looked astonished the 3 without knowing exactly what to say or do. That was not a situation where one had involved a daily basis. A child was about 8 or 9 years old, dark and thin. The other survivor was a girl about 20, of small stature. He wore a long, dark hair gathered in a ponytail that fell on his back, and a very deep green eyes. Both had a rather unfortunate perhaps even worse than mine. The effects of malnutrition is beginning to be evident in their faces.

- How many are in the building? "I managed to ask between gasps.

- only two of us! "Answered the girl pleading. - We have 2 months here shut up and some days we do not have to eat. Please need help!

His eyes stared at me flooded with despair. Were sincere. They were desperate and needy dramatically. I was convinced then that if he had turned his back would have condemned to a slow and lonely death.

Suddenly the walkie began to crackle in the pocket of my pants. After a thick layer of parasitic noise bothers you could hear a distorted voice that I recognized immediately. Was Natalia.

- Conrad!, Conrad, I get! Answers! He asked anxiously.

"If you listen, I'm ...

- can know where the hell have you been!? "I broke a bundle of nerves.

- Listen! I found two survivors!, "Hear me!?

There was a short break in communication, Nati should be freaking out.

- Where you've seen it? "Where are they?!

- I'm with them now! Do not worry, continue with the plan!, Be with you soon!, "Hear me!? Go ahead!

"Okay, but keep the favor of hurry or I think it will give me something!

- Let there! Short!

sighed deeply. The sudden leave without giving any explanation had to leave my comrades stunned, but there was no time for excuses. I spent my new colleagues looked excited and thankful. After listening to my conversation with Natalia knew he was determined to provide assistance.

"Okay, we 6-I explained to recover his breath - are ensconced in one of the skyscrapers in Companys park, you come with us, but before returning to our shelter have to stock up. For us not much left us. Let's break into the supermarket down the street.

- All that have been mounted to get food? The girl asked, puzzled.

"Yes, it is.

- And the music? "She hesitated.

"That does not matter now. Listen, we have secured the area. I know you must be very weak, but to get there we must cross the street full of undead and go over that car. "I said pointing to the minivan, we can not remove him without a name or we could sneak into. You can do it, do not you?

-Si ... of course. "Answered the girl without much confidence.

"Well ... get ready to go to my signal. "I said I said as I prepared to open the gates of the hall and begin a new career.

studied abroad through the windows, you should wait for the right moment, when opening a clearing in the scrum of the herd large enough to pass through without exposing the neck.

-Like ... What's your name? "I asked the girl to blush.

-Conrad. "I replied without looking away from the street.

"Thanks for ... not abandoned us. "He said with a certain aloofness.

-Agradécemelo when we get home ... if they return.

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Why Would Anti Inflammatory Med Help Sore Throat

We are not the only

Run, run and run, that was all that crossed my mind. Not even the nameless occupied my thoughts, I ran without looking back. In front of me had made a clearing in the procession from the hordes of death and Natalia side of the minivan was all covered my senses. I was so close he could almost pet it, so close she could almost taste the protection of our safe area.

finally I reached the van. Supporting one foot on the rear wheel and holding tight to the rack fixed to the roof, he climbed down leaving the other side. I arrived safely at the small area of security that my comrades had been drawn, a street segment no more than 25 meters bounded by a line of refuse containers to the south and our cars in the north. Touching ground

left me to my knees. I was exhausted, as he had been in life. Would have liked to lie on the floor and sleep in the middle of the road for a week. I sighed with relief, the immediate danger is behind us.

regained the vertical back against the car still panting heavily. In front of me my friends put all their effort to overthrow the third container. I had to go and help. I jam myself out of my stupor "we Conrad, and rest when you die." I inhaled a deep breath and prepared to return to work when the breeze suddenly sent me a prayer over the inhuman cry uttered by the nameless.

had to be dreaming ... should be an acoustic hallucination caused by fear, stress and fatigue. I almost thought he heard a distant cry for help. I had completely ignored if not for that I heard again.

looked stunned by the windows of the van and that was when I saw them. As clearly as could be seeing the sun shining in the sky timidly. After the gate that closed the portal of an old apartment building in the street to the barricade erected with our cars, there were two people. Two survivors, two terrified refugees desperately hitting the window of the door of your block with your hands while begging for help with voices. They tried every means to get our attention. Armando

the nameless such a fuss would soon discover, from where we were, the blaring music that gave off the speakers in my old gray Peugeot was not much more than a distant rumble. Surely we would be the first living beings who had actually seen in two months but ... What the hell is what could I do?

were just two people and seemed to be a child. Maybe they were alone, would surely die of hunger and thirst while the long days fixed roots deep in its bowels panic. They could not survive long isolated in this way.

I looked at my companions. They had succeeded, thanks to a Herculean effort, fell the third Contarine. The view is refocused me involuntarily Figures pleading of that portal. Two humans, a boy and a girl should not be my age and, helpless, terrified ... alone ... If only I could come with us ...

But in the hell was I thinking? No way to cross the barricade again, never again to expose myself to these things alone and unarmed, FUCK! Not for them, or anyone! Noting

again I could see my comrades slipstream of fatigue, but without stopping a moment prepared to deal with the last of the containers. It was incredible that we got where we had done. Separately we probably already succumbed to the worst form part of the horde and yet there we were, taking a risk with no complaints or regrets immeasurable. Overcoming fear and adversity to live another day. Fighting tooth and nail for our survival.

A new feeling embarrassed crossed my mind. A new thought did emerge new strength to my bruised body. A new fire again consumed temper my spirit with the soft glow of hope. Together we have reached a new force that we could ever separate or touch. Now we were strong, but it would be only the two of them together and could not be ever.

But what the hell I happened?, why could not just remove them from my mind and move on? Michel finally noticed my presence.

- Conrad!, Did it! He said with cheerful relief giving two steps toward me.

I looked again. Without knowing why I remembered the words of Martha's father before we embark on this crazy mission, "Conrad, do not do silly things out there" also evoked memories of the last words that Jaime gave me before storming the streets: " Conrad, since you know, I have not been able to decide ... if you're a genius or completely insane, "" the genius controls you have. Back to life, and bring them with you. " I wish

send all to hell and stick with the plan, but I'm so, when the adrenaline runs through my veins and clouds my reason, I just move on instinct. The decision was made.

Without a word and before the astonished gaze of my comrades I passed over the van willingly going back into hell. Surrounded by death once more a single resolution guided my steps, "Controlling my temper? Maybe tomorrow, but today I come home alive. Not only that, I will bring them with me. ALL! "

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Discount Bushnell Legend Scopes

To the barricades and breastworks

The lungs were burning me, panting heavily, my temples throbbing and huge drops of sweat slid my neck down. I pulled the wet strands of hair that clung to my face and wiped the sweat off my forehead with the sleeve of my jersey. I was 20 years old. He was exhausted, reeking of fuel, my hands were shaking like leaves and scorched adrenaline surges through my veins on its way.

A German philosopher whose name I give up trying to pronounce stated that he has lost hope has also lost the fear, because that means the word "desperado." Personally I could only rely on his words and a horn!. Our situation was desperate, and I have no time to lose their fear.

I grabbed a gnawed plank that served as the makeshift handrail and leaning on them managed to straighten up. Quickly examined my right leg, had a leg torn from knee to ankle. Although he was wearing two layers of resistant clothing, the clutches of one of the nameless make them had been torn. Luckily it had come into contact with my skin. I sighed deeply relieved, doubted that the ordinary person could do such a thing with their bare hands What the hell were these things made?

From that point had a good view of the whole street. Would be counted under my eye some thirty feet of the undead. All going in procession to the lure that was emitting these hypnotic musical notes that seemed to fascinate undead. At the end of the alley about twenty of these things shaking with rage my old car as an angry mob, knowing that the reason for the disorder came from him, but without understanding in any way as.

turned my gaze to the other side of the street. My companions were following a strictly planned. After cutting one side of the alley with cars, were about to lock the opposite side of the block moving some garbage containers, which took weeks waiting at the curb, the broken waste collection service will release its festering, stinking load.

was a very narrow street, that was one of the main reasons I chose this facility and no other target for our assault. With 3 or 4 of those big, heavy metal containers would be sufficient to create a possible barricade. Closed the block on both sides would create a small fort that isolate us from the nameless for a while. Natalia, Father Michel and Martha were doing a good job. I watched as my teammates pushed the containers between distressing retching caused no doubt by the unspeakable stench divest, making them move on their little Ruedin.

Being full of waste, were so heavy that two people were necessary to roll them fairly strong. It took about 2 minutes in place forming an almost perfect defense from side to side of the street. He had to get going again. I jogged on the platform of the scaffold until no more scaffolding to cross. Just over 40 meters separated me from my comrades. I dismount remained virtually alone in the structure of tubes and wood and cross a street to join them.

I started to go down when two may appear on the side opposite to the alley we were trying to defend. Approached the defense made up of the containers. Two could not move but if they appeared more ... would finally break our parapet.

had to warn them, at that distance if they were our walkies coverage. I took it out of one of the side pockets of his pants and tried to get in touch with them.

"I'm Conrad, do you hear? "The small device was only capable of returning loud static popping.

- Guys just answer quickly, it is important! Will I receive? "I insisted again.

From my position I could see Natalia fumbled in his pockets, fortunately seemed to have heard. These toys were proving the more valuable.

- Conrad! "Where are you!? "Are you okay?! "I was so nervous that the poor girl had difficulty articulating words.

"If I'm right, look at the scaffolding that is in the building next door, do you see? "I said waving his hand.

From a distance I could see the street peered Nati until I saw, then turned to the others by saying something as I noted. Everyone turned to me and jumped on the Waki Natalia held. Michel grabbed the device with some rough hands.

- What the hell are you doing up there?! He asked with concern.

"Never mind, listen, there are two, no ... three of those things after the containers! If more could huddle through the barricade!

I do not think, these containers are heavy. "He replied looking back the undead that are lurking behind the line of defense.

- These pots have wheels, Michel! "I said losing the papers - Three are nothing, but ten will cast down! Listen, you have to take him down! "Hear me!? Knock down container out!, And probably not be able to drag even if a score!

"Okay, But hurry to arrive, more and more! If you do not move too fast will be able to get out of there!

- How is the supermarket? What about hardware? Have they been sacked? "Is something that we can bring? I asked uneasily, after all, if the stores were empty all the danger we were exposing it would have been in vain.

-The metal blinds the supermarket is closed, we will not know anything until we open, but a good sign. "Replied the guide looked around making a short pause if the hardware has been broken, the blind is half down but the doors are open, we know that is what may be inside.

"Okay, put yourself to it, then I'm with you.

"Be careful. Short!. "Said Michel ending our conversation.

The three went to trot back to the row of containers, ready to dump them freehand. Clung more to the right by low and applied the three-count on it full force. The iron behemoth barely flinched. They took air and made a new attempt. Finally, the container and rolled on its side gave much of their spreading content on rotting walking corpses. They seemed to have

made a huge effort, those monstrosities should weigh a ton, had to hurry and give them a hand. Set out to overthrow the second of the containers when the scaffold began to shake. I instinctively and vigorously to the railing, I was about to lose his balance. Down there, two were shaking the scaffolding rotten with all his anger, I cared more than the free concert that my old car I was spending. Walkie

I kept back in his pants pocket and began to descend with great care by the pipes of the scaffolding. Those bastards were still shaking the scaffolding with all his might, suddenly lost the support of one foot and I was about to fall. I was clinging to the structure about two feet off the ground concentrating my efforts not to fall, when one of the monsters left to shake the platform to move towards me. Lower

a few more steps and when I was five feet and jumped through the ceiling to the floor. Undertook the race leaving the predator that drew a furious snarl. Again be surrounded by death, a death deeply influenced by the deep Hertzian, against which I did not have any importance. Only 30 meters separated me from my teammates and our goal.

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

How Do I Put Naminicorobin Theme On Ds



If it had not been myself who managed all this madness, the situation where I was I would have most absurd craving. There I was, surrounded by about a dozen undead totally captivated by the opening bars of Sonata Arctica Fullmoon that crackled through the speakers in my old car. It had been a stroke of luck, those musical notes made me invisible to their eyes momentarily.

After running just 4 steps cut short, stupid me had forgotten the waki on the dashboard. I turned around when I met face to face with one of the nameless, looked in all directions spasmodically as if trying to see those deep disturbed him. Cut short and turned his languid eye on me, I saw in his eyes as he had become aware my presence. Before I could react, pushing him down head-on with the head of the stick, I jumped on him and took the little device.

I started to run again, something grabbed my pant leg. Stumbled and fell face down on the sticky pool of oil and diesel fuel that spilled down the street slowly. That fucking monster would not let me get away without tasting my blood. He threw his mouth against my leg, I managed to intercept their attack with the thick soles of my boots. I turned on my back and gave him several kicks to his rotting face. It took me back to God and help my feet on that slippery, wet asphalt.

Once I managed to retrieve the vertical as I could see two or three of the closest things to my astonishment came from his position and raising his arms to me, returning to tomarmo for his only target. Do not make the same mistake twice, if they wanted to get me going to have to make merit. Tony Kakko
started to sing the first verse of the tune:

Sitting in a corner all alone, staring from the bottom
of His Soul,
watching the night come in from the window, window

not wait any longer, citing with the stick force ran down the street. All I smelled diesel, had tried to take the necessary precautions but now if I approached to within one meter of a spark could change my name to the Human Torch.

from each corner of each square, each and every one of the portals of the dead was able to reach with the view emerged dozens of walking corpses, staggers are marking their legs fading. They were swallowing the bait, was working better than I expected. Rotten all around felt terribly attracted by the deep Hertzian giving off the speakers in my car, even more than by possible prey that ran zigzagging between them. It'll

all collapse tonight, the fullmoon is here again In sickness and in
health, Understanding
so Demanding It has no name, There's One For Every season Makes him insane
to know ...... The melody rose

thousand tones when they entered the brutal game guitar and drums Jani Liimatainen Tommy Portimo. The further up the music seemed to me less attention. If you do not know which of those monsters was not anything human, almost think that still appreciate the music.
I ran as fast as my body allowed. Swerved, turned, sprinting and braking including purely driven by my animal instincts. 260 meters separated me from my comrades. The street was soon filled to the brim of the undead from all parties and none. I was single figure moving countercurrent among those soulless bodies that do not take too long to form a real scrum.

200 meters. Swiftly dribbled between them trying to maintain a minimum safe distance as far as possible, but the speed at which they concentrated, soon had to reduce these distances more than I would have liked. Spent almost touching one of them. Few noticed my existence, haunted by what might have been the Hamelin flute. But I had good number present, feeling indecisive and hesitant in their choice of haunting or go to the call of those bewitched notes that vibrated in the air hailing and siren. Running


away from it all "I'll be safe in the Cornfields" He Thinks
Hunted by His own, He Feels
again the moon rising on the sky

150 meters. In the distance I could see three creatures patrolling the entrance to the supermarket we scored a goal, fell spellbound as his brothers in death, that enigmatic rhythm invoked them to meet at the roundabout, I gave my old peugeot gray. As soon as they left the street, the minivan driven by Natalia followed immediately by the van driven by the father of Martha cut tightly the mouth of the street and got out of their vehicles ready to fulfill its part of the plan.

So far everything was going almost without a hitch. The unnamed almost completely ignored us and now that at the supermarket there was no sign of life, we could lock the two sides of the street that ran through that apple, and could rob the establishment pleasure. At least until the nameless back to realize we were there.

as I could tell he was wearing the jersey stayed hooked on something. Stumbling I knelt on the floor. One was caught and made me stop. My heart sank when I saw him lashing out at me waving his jaws, I get stopped and charged with the shoulder on his belly while I sat up. I managed collapses on the sidewalk without much effort. Another of those things happened I cut, mowed his legs with the head of the stick and fell like a dead weight upside down as he exhaled a groan pitifully.
Which
Find a barn to sleep in, But Can He
hide anymore Someones at the door, too Demanding
Understanding Can This Be wrong, it's Love That Is Not ending Makes him insane
to know .......

100 meters. Were becoming too numerous, I decided to use an alternative. I ran under a scaffold attached to the facade of one building in the alley, and I started to climb up there might go at least 60 meters without risks. I had to throw my only weapon, to ascend through the pipes that formed the scaffolding needed both hands. An unnamed again grabbed the pant leg. He threw two bites desperate air unable to reach my boots with his mouth. The pants are torn between their paws and continued climbing up to the platform at the height of the first floor. I collapsed on her, would finally have a second break.

She Should Not Lock the door open
(run away run away, run way) Fullmoon is on
the sky and He's not a man anymore She Sees
the change in him
But can not (run away run away, run away) See what Became
out of her man ... Fullmoon.