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.
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