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.
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