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.
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