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.

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Where Does Mucus Come From During Pregnancy

Countdown

I gradually recovering her composure, but was still far from appeasing my shattered nerves. Those last 10 minutes had been the most sordid hard in my life.

All refuse containers were lying and now had become a solid protection. It would take many of these monsters to break the barricade. Anyway, already met 5 of them behind the barrier of containers, and several others were approaching from the distance, the above would jump like rabbits at all and less.

anxiety became unbearable. Our small safe area was entirely surrounded by the nameless. Our situation reminded me of an ironic way those spectacular documentary ocean where marine biologists, plunged into a seemingly flimsy metal cages, studied some huge and fearsome sharks swimming around less than two feet away.

Surely, those scientists would not predators, contemplate precious specimens, their behaviors and habits of behavior. Carnivores would not, would observe their customs and reactions to stimuli. I, however, remain in place so it would only be able to collect huge piles of razor-sharp teeth stalking me, waiting for a chance to fall on me, waiting for a mistake on my part or perhaps a weakness in the cage that separates us to satisfy anger.

by sharks walking corpses, garbage contaniners cages, water and air tinged with a putrid stench, but teeth for teeth, predator predators. It was the same situation, with one exception: we do not love being surrounded by those monsters. A weakness in our barricade, the slightest mistake on our part and we would end up being grass of the horde.

Even sitting on the pavement, his back rested on the van began to study the situation again. Was no time to wallow in anxiety, concentration and a cool head, that was all that was needed to live out that mission of lunatics.

To my left, behind a metal blind and bolted shut, we expected a small neighborhood grocery store, what would the difference between our survival or our collapse. On the other hand, with the doors ajar, an establishment whose sign read: service station, hardware and gardening products. Two local

perhaps We provide the supplies needed to survive a few weeks. Two shops that may do that because we were passing all worthwhile. My colleagues analyzed

with devout fixing the three locks that kept tightly closed metal shutters behind which lurked the grocery store. Were considering how best to drive them down.

- We use a chisel and mallet? - Considered the father of Martha.

-Too much noise, these monsters would hear the shots in two blocks around, even above the music. Natalia-claimed.

"Then with the gun or speak, would louder still, and who knows if the bullets bounce off the blind and forcing just a disgrace. Michel mused.

"If ... the best to cut these locks would shears, but do not have. "Said Marta's father again .-'d better examine the hardware, surely find something that we can serve.

finished this sentence, Martha's father disappeared behind the gates of the Service Station. Next to the defense formed by the container began to accumulate more and more undead, and there were at least a dozen, pathetically stumbled on garbage heaps strewn across the floor, trying in vain push the containers to break through. For now put up with, but most have thronged to resort to more drastic measures.

I felt strong enough to join again. I ordered the little Eric to stay with the vehicle not to move whatever happened and to retain our view at all times, nodded and went to meet my comrades.

-Conrad, are you better? He asked our new partner.

"If, just needed some rest. "I replied.

-start to be too much, I do not like, "Michel said pointing to the over dozen corpses were crammed behind the containers.

-alone try to cross the street to get to my car, music is not us. replied with some reservations.

- Are you sure? - Michel insisted.

-No. "I said with sincerity cruel causing a deep and exasperated sigh in my comrades.

"Anyway we have a problem more serious than those rotten there, if we begin to unnerve an alternative. "I explained .- The real dilemma is that I estimate about 17 minutes we are pulling from the top to open the door, pay what you can and get the hell out of here.

- 15 minutes? Why Why? As the barriers have not loose time, "said Natalia.

"No, the problem is the cassette is playing. I've heard dozens of times, I still remember the order of the songs you have recorded. "I argued and Fullmoon has sounded and The end of this chapter will end in a couple of minutes. Then come My land, Still loving you, My selene and Wolf & Raven lasting approximately 5, 4, 5 and 4 minutes. After follow Tallulah and Fade to Black are two ballads, the tone of the music will fall many integers, it may be enough for the nameless out of their amazement, and then we sold. 18 minutes is rushing too much, 17 is our margin, then we can not ensure that we cover.

faces of my classmates seemed to fade suddenly. We counted the seconds that door and if we all would have been resisted in vain.

Suddenly a cry came suddenly from inside the hardware. Martha's father was in trouble, needed our help and needed now. Music

Friday, May 5, 2006

Average Cost Bathroom Installation



The noise suddenly ceased. The first clue came to an end in a silence that lasted a few seconds, to give way to the next. For the first time I could make an estimate of time since I connected the lure. Just 6 minutes, the duration of Fullmoon. 6 fucking minutes I had like 6 damn hours.

Ante el repentino silencio el cielo fue desgarrado por un crudo bramido gutural emanado por la horda. Ensordecedor, demencial, terrorífico. La marabunta entera pareció estremecerse ante la momentánea ausencia de aquello que guiaba sus pasos. Mi sangre pareció helarse cuando unos pocos miembros de la turba interrumpieron su avance mientras agitaban espasmódicamente la cabeza en todas direcciones, como olisqueando el aire en busca de la melodía extinta. Estaban volviendo en si.

Maldita sea… la música pareció ser muy efectiva para desviar su atención sobre nosotros, pero no conté con las pausas entre son y son. Los consecutivos silencios que separaban un tema de otro podrían volverse en against us. Once again I cursed the burglar alarm from my old car at the last moment decided to betray me, definitely would have been more helpful.

Exit at that moment would be nothing short of suicide. We had to wait for the next track would start to start the flight.

"Well, listen, I took the small amount of time to finalize the details of the new race that we had - will not leave until you start the next song or throw them all over us like wolves.

-is your name - I asked the boy as I squatted beside him.

not answered. He just at me with his small dark eyes. His eyes expressed a great sadness. For a moment reminded me ... could not be.

"His name is Eric. - She said. - The ... can not talk.

could imagine. That look, image of bitterness, I said it all. I was sure that his silence was not born, if not because of recent trauma. I had the same expression after the death of my family. He reminded the boy that was long ago.

"Well Eric," I said to the boy - I'll take you back, hold on tight to me. When we are out, I want to close your eyes and not open them until I say it does OK?

The poor creature nodded.

He got my back and lifted. Fortunately it did not weigh much, but I knew that with him in tow could not move freely. The music again made its glorious appearance, this time they stood up in the air the first bars of "the end of this chapter." The clamor of the mob seemed to disappear as revering the arrival of the new tune. The few members behind the procession resumed in silent devotion while clumsily dragged feet on the pavement.

This time I could not run so unaware as I did above. With child their backs would be much slower and considerably more awkward, he had to select the right time with great care. They spent 20 seconds, 30 ... no hurry whatsoever. It was a matter of waiting for the formation of a gap between the nameless big enough to absorb the loss of speed. The opportunity soon came, and many were not.

- Here we go! I shouted as he opened the door and started back to the race followed closely by my new partner. The boy clutched my neck to keep from falling. I was inadvertently causing an intolerable martyrdom and just let me breathe, I had no choice but to run a good stretch with bated breath. The kid was drowning but nothing I could do about it. We crossed the street like a shot and we got to the barricade formed by vehicles without losing a second look at what we left behind us.

- We passed over! -Urged the little Eric from drowning gasps.

The boy went crawling on the roof of the van and took down the other side without difficulty. My view is clouded by lack of oxygen, before my eyes sparkled brightly colored dots. I took a desperate breath, shook his head and patted my cheeks to clear the numbness in my head. A few meters and would have fallen pathetically collapsed on the sidewalk.

I set my back against the vehicle and crossing their fingers formed a wedge with both hands. She supported a foot on my palms and helped her to be lifted up to the surface of the roof of the car. It was my turn. I started to climb the side of the minivan as it had done before but I found the medium rise terribly weak, dizzy, felt like my hands were shaking and my arms lost their strength.

My fingers began to slip. I knew I was going to fall fallen, defeated by fatigue, lack of air and stifling heat that burned my skin under layers and layers of clothing I was imprisoned. If he fell, that's it. I knew I did not have the strength to back up, would the nameless grass. For a moment, gave me all the same, just wanted you all over soon. I had no strength to continue.

Something grabbed me forcefully by the arm and stopped me crumble. I watched with glassy eyes as the girl who had to rescue me by the sleeve holding the thick sweatshirt with both hands and pulled with all the momentum was still able to muster. I heard as I cheered for you not let me go, so I will not surrender. His voice seemed to come from a strange and distant.

- We Conrad, do not give up! Be strong! -Su voice, though trembling with terror and anguish I felt like a sweetness that I can not describe.

I felt a new spark to light the flame of my sleepy courage. I made a last desperate effort to cling to the trunk of the minivan. He immediately grabbed my other arm and then one more. Michel and Natalie's father pulled me forcefully and dragged me to the other side, to protect our innocent little safe area.

was lying on the pavement when it finally became clear to me the view. My comrades around me repeatedly asking for my state. I stood panting, overcome by fatigue.

"I'm fine. "I said weakly between heavy gasps - I just need to catch his breath.

"Okay, you've done enough. "He said Natalia - Stay sitting here and we'll do the rest right?

I nodded my head and my colleagues returned to work. Before me, my new companions remained completely motionless. They did not know what to do or how to act, were confused and disoriented. They had just seen with their own eyes as I was on the brink of losing his life to save yours.

- Are you sure that these ...? "Insisted the girl again.

"I'll be fine," interrupted the child .- Leave me and go help others

run ... She ran after them and the boy sat quietly beside me.

- Are you scared, man? I asked the little while knowing that I did not answer.

- Relax, the worst is past.