Wednesday, June 28, 2006

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accompanied a great explosion. A blinding flash rose to the height of the first floor of the surrounding buildings to carry off everything that crossed their path. Endless flaming pieces of rotten meat, were thrown in all directions and nowhere, accompanied by a multitude of pieces of junk.

Mutilated bodies were blown up what little was left of them stamped again against the hard asphalt. Blood and steel, plastics and tendons charred flesh and blood flooded the small square. Figures grotesquely crippled even consumed in flames crept pathetically seeking a better place to die.

amputees Members decorated the balconies overlooked as a picture of hades. The flames continued to spread from one to another like the plague, with the firm determination not to leave no trace of life. Those undead fared better, recovering with difficulty agangrenados vertically on their stumps, even I was wondering what could have happened.

stayed mired in a suspicious silence, still incredulous at the stupidity we had just committed. How many nameless had sent back to hell? Any amount.

A strident and brainwashed laughter seized us enjoy the view of the undead underworld amid shouts of joy. Finally we won that little battle. Small, in effect, useless, of course, but the taste of victory I knew sweet as honey.

- BY TAKING ass, fucking MONSTERS! I cried half-body drawing of the window and eagerly showing the middle finger of his right hand. Michel

looked toward the rear of the vehicle and could see how the rear door of the minivan been visibly distorted, slightly sunken into the cockpit due to collision with the lamppost.

- Natalie This is not going to like a hair! "He said even laughter.

"Well ... not sure that it has secured only a third! "I replied back to let go in a laughing sound. The unnamed

surrounding would soon return to concentrate on that roundabout attracted by the fleeting din and heat of the flames. In a few minutes again become a hotbed of walking corpses. I could not avoid considering a real shame not to repeat the move, but would be satisfied with what has been achieved. You have to be so cautious in victory or defeat. As one writer called French theologian Fenelon: The real way to win big is to not ever want to win too. The best thing would be to land through soon.

-go back-I suggested to my companion, giving a friendly pat on the shoulder.

"Tell Conrad, how much gasoline you wasted to ride this bonfire of San Juan? "Michel asked me heading towards home.

"Only I was in the tank of my car, the rest was not gasoline, diesel was, replied with some pride

- Diesel? How can you have used oil? He asked surprised my partner without taking his eyes off the road.

- What are you talking about? "I inquired further I missed.

"The diesel does not burn at room temperature, friend, must be very hot for clothing. AS -¿¿¡¡

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Wednesday, June 14, 2006

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I was completely immobile in the middle of an undead-infested street staring at the lengthy parable the Molotov described in the air.

"Come ... come on! ... GO! I shouted as fists clenched.

soon began to descend upon the hordes of hell, but to my amazement started to fall too late, inevitably going to happen long and some meters. I closed my eyes in resignation. He had thrown too hard, or maybe it had come too, the fact is that my ace of spades had shod the shot. Had failed. I fell to my knees on the concrete, rendered helpless by my failure. My last hope was fading as green glass bottle that crashed into the asphalt. It was ironic, this was the luck changes so fast.

Suddenly, providence would have it, one of the nameless, moving slowly with languid and listless step towards furious mass that was centered around my old peugeot gray, stood in the path of Molotov. The firebomb early hico is shattered by breaking his knee by spreading its contents throughout.

An intense flare ignited its ragged clothes with a fiery flash, and quickly spread throughout his body. I was stunned when that lonely without a name, become a tea not dead, immutable moved its passage no appetite at the meeting of its kind. Hesitant and stumbling walking without the flames that consumed him with eager greed disturb its determination to reach their brothers.

Every step I took him closer and closer to them and more importantly, the pool of fuel and motor oil that spread slowly and in moderation under the feet of the mayhem unconscious not dead. I could not come to believe, that just came to put one of his flaming shoe sobre aquel espeso líquido inflamable, los infiernos se desencadenarían. La única pregunta que cruzaba por mi mente era “¿su maltrecho cuerpo aguantará lo suficiente para llegar?”

-Sigue…, sigue vamos…-murmuraba para mis adentros cuando apenas 4 metros le separaban de mi venganza.

El sin nombre quedó inmóvil durante un instante, como no encontrando el valor para continuar. Michel contemplaba toda la escena tras el volante del monovolúmen, que mi compañero mantenía con el motor en ralentí, esperando mi vuelta.

-No… no te pares… continúa… ¡¡¡CONTINÚA JODER!!! –Le azuzaba mi amigo choking voice even aware that this creature could not hear him, and to hear you would not understand his words.

The furious flames consumed the unnamed man who appears not to succumb soon transformed into a pyre. Took a further step, after which he fell on the floor. His rotting body said enough.

I turned to take his hands to his head and threw a bunch of plugs that would mourn the baby Jesus, I could not believe it had been so close to doing. Michel, a few meters from my slumped over the wheel. Two meters ... two measly meters accounted for the difference between victory and defeat. However, were more than two meters enough to end our hopes.

I stood in submission and prepared to return to the vehicle. It was all over, had to accept my failure. To move toward him I could see through the windshield as my friend Michel fixing looked after me with dislocated jaw and eyes in disbelief. I turned again on the horizon looking for something that astonished me so mate. Then I saw it.

The puddle of fuel, which was dispersed with delay on the pavement, he was about to reach the burning corpse undead lay between flares in the hard ground. I was going to achieve, without a doubt is going to throw up a time to another. Actually this was the luck changes so fast.

I ran to the minivan, and hopped to his feet. We were both silent with eyes wide open waiting for the inevitable. My revenge was to be fulfilled. The was so close he could almost taste it. It was ten seconds, twenty, but to me seemed like hours. I swallowed and my anxiety before my throat was so dry scraping and mop.

"I will reach my partner ..." He said without looking away from the sweet scene we had front row seats .- He will alcanzaaaar ....!

- If! SI Damn! "I shouted with glee as his fist hit the dashboard of the vehicle when the dark fluid with a mighty flash lit red.

The air seemed to whistle when the ground became a sea of flames. The roaring fire with vivid fury snaked under the rotten stumps of the event that no name was around my car. The flames were scattered everywhere igniting everything in its way, soon the glow began to climb the rotting corpses of a hundred nameless. Soon there would be more than ashes.

felt no pain, no running, screaming in agony and writhing in agony, but it would be more than a pile of smoldering debris of all of them. It was a gruesome spectacle, but for me it was a sweet delight. I left my ecstasy when I remembered the fuel-soaked rope hanging from the fuel tank of my old car ... which meant ...

- Get out of here! "I cried - Start!, Put in reverse, fast!

- What is it that ...?

- My car! It's going to explode! "I interrupted.

did not need to repeat it. My partner introduced the motion, accelerated as he could and we shot crossing the street looking back. Soon reach the end of the street, Michael hit the brakes with all his fury and the wheels were blocked with a loud creak. The van swerved across the road a few meters to hit the ass with a solitary lamp.

At that moment he opened to us the gates of hell.

Monday, June 12, 2006

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know his name. Maybe something as simple as that might be reason enough to return alive. I set foot on land again undead closing the car door behind me. I slipped into the boot of the van and took him the last two firebombs early that we had. Feeling checked trousers above the Zipo still kept in his pocket.

With light steps I slipped behind a row of parked cars and crouched like a starving jackal stalking its prey, I advanced rapidly. With me at a distance of 20 meters would be enough. Had only two pitches, only twice, was crucial to ensure the shot. It was a pretty tight range, but no longer needed. He was determined to approach this as were necessary to marabunta not dead. He was prepared to be hanging meat as long as take them all to hell with me.

As I got closer I became more and more anxious, so that she could almost feel the waves of adrenalin beating in my temples. Fatigue, fear, and this electric tingling that oppressed my stomach had almost disappeared. All those dark feelings and all those dark feelings I subdued, seemed quite distant now. Maybe I'm starting to get used to pass whores, or perhaps it was that simply had nothing to lose.

Nothing to lose and may be nothing to gain. Michel was right, everything was a completely unnecessary risk. Although I carried with me even 20 or 30 would be hundreds roaming the streets, to pretend otherwise would be stupid. However you may see how they burn those bastards make me feel better. He had almost reached my position, I just go out and street remained open and release the bomb.

I was hidden between two cars while examining them. It was really interesting to see from up close. One hundred of these things shaking with fury furious an old car in the middle of a street. Would the music that attracted them like bees to honey? Or maybe they thought they were such a sound came from a possible prisoner? "The vibrations that spread through the air maybe? Does the smell of fuel? It was something absurd

What really moved to the nameless? "End of life? "Ending all existence? I guess all these thoughts were futile, and more at the time. Can you get to know some day or maybe never. In the end, that matters. Contemplated was almost hypnotic. Strange, inconsistent, monstrous. Only the shadow of what they once were.

A resentful roar that froze my blood snapped behind me. Before I had time I had even become as above. A loner with no name came to me in the back. I did not hear, nor feel, nor even smell its putrid stench. It was silent, fast and totally caught me off guard.

He rushed upon me like an angry beast. Instinctively I dropped the bottles and were rolling down the sidewalk. I managed to turn round and face to face, but still above me, clutching a colossal force with sharp claws and trying to strike a bite with those blackened dentellones.

was an older man about 50 years old, huge and obese. I was crushed under his huge body holding me by the shoulders and desperate to satiate their greed with my meat. Could prevent their continued attempts to bite his neck locking my forearms, but I clung so tightly by the shoulders that he could not get him off. Dentelle

endlessly without finding nothing but air between her jaws, each failed attempt made to increase more and more anger. I stirred as he could, made titanic efforts to get rid of him but was too strong and too heavy. With both hands occupied in its mouth away from my face so I could only hit in the side with your knees but do not even shrink from my shots.

Those languid eyes whitish and expressed real anger, I was puzzled as lifeless eyes could express so much anger. I threw your stinking breath straight in the face, a smell so foul that they remember it just arches. Soon the effects of fatigue took their toll on my body punished. Her teeth came down my arms as they lost strength. Each time they were closer to my face.

There was a thud and no name completely changed his bland expression face, a mixture of surprise and shock. I heard a bang and the new no-name attack appeared to completely lose their ferocity. Instinctively took advantage of the opportunity and I raised my head pushing my best on the neck of the creature. Heard a blow and momentum of the undead seemed to vanish.

A thick, dark fluid coming from behind his bald head began to slide slowly down his forehead. I got rid of his prey and tried to creep under his body motionless. Behind the mass of flesh that imprisoned me I could see a Michel snorting steel pipe dirty hands. Dropping it helped me fend the body of my nameless take away almost all that I had my revenge.

- Are you okay? Did you bite? He asked my friend made a nervous wreck.

"I'm fine, thanks ... thanks ..." I said between gasps - Where ... where are the bottles?

- Conrad Damn!, Is it that you did not clear where you are going to take this damn fixing yours? Ignoring him completely

oteé looking around me that what I had lost and that I was worth more than gold. I soon find them. They had rolled to fall by the curb and were pouring the contents onto the asphalt. Horrified I ran to them and picked them up. Both had lost nearly half its content. Thank God, there were empty of everything.

- Let's go, dammit! 'Said my companion.

- Get in the car and get ready for a quick getaway! I answered carefully filling the contents of a bottle on the other. - There will be a moment ...

Michel ran to the minivan launch an oath to the four winds. I ran half a block. I looked for a moment the only weapon I had. Molotov had lost, but at least I was one. One would be sufficient, one should be enough. I took the lighter from my pocket and lit the wick.

In this bottle, lay more than a combination of gasoline and motor oil bottle that contained all his possessions, which would probably be my last will. REVENGE.

- BACK TO HELL! "I screamed, and then threw it.

Tuesday, June 6, 2006

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We were going without too much haste in the direction of the roundabout where it lay my old car, move too fast through streets taken by the hordes of death was playing with fire, and whoever plays with fire eventually burned. Now more than ever indiscretions are paid faces. Fortunately or unfortunately I had nothing to pay.

If everything was as it should all be over in a couple of minutes, but knew from experience that never leaves everything as it should. In the branch of project management we called contingencies, now called putadas. What is the difference between a contingency and a real bitch? The times, indeed.

When planning a project always leaves some leeway to respond to unforeseen contingencies. Problems almost always achieved by stretching beyond the 3 main factors: hours, resources and money. Anyway, when things were twisted, what was the consequence? A rise in costs? Any delay in delivery? Does it have any significance?

before the Apocalypse may be if I did, but now it comes to investing funds or stretching periods, if not lives. What was at stake was not something as trivial and inconsequential as they are in these times the money or contracts, if not our survival. It's all or nothing at all or nothing there is no room for margins. This was dark, such investments are not, are sacrifices and that was not a contingency was a bitch.

As we moved I was relating the details of my original plan. It was time to uncover the ace of spades who patiently kept up his sleeve awaiting the right moment to unleash his anger.

"For that reason his clothes soaked in fuel - Michel inferred.

"Yes, one almost caught me, and I had to crawl out on the puddle of fuel and motor oil. "I explained.

"And so you wanted to reserve the molotov's we've been here, is not it? He asked without diverting attention from the road.

"Exactly.

"Honestly friend, I think to do what you propose is a huge risk and totally unnecessary. "He answered after remaining silent for a moment .- We have what we came for, we have almost won Conrad. Why risk your life for something like this?

"I know. I do not expect you to understand, but it's something I need to do.

Yes ... I needed to take this little satisfaction and my friend had no idea of the extent to which it needed. I was everything he wanted with desperate fervor, this would probably be my only chance to make some sense of my trivial existence. As Honoré de Balzac said "Revenge of the weakest is always the most ferociously" and mine would be wild.

"Okay ..." Michel said between puffs - I hope that you do not end up dead fad both.

"did not mean to get into this, I said" And if you do not want to do and I'll make you not retract it. At the end of the day of your life is what we are talking about.

- And yours, damn! Or have you forgotten, "he asked in frustration, since the nameless took over the world gives the impression that your life is full of importance to you. You're going to play life again! Is that I can not understand.

"Maybe someday I understand, Michel -" I'm not really playing anything "I thought to myself.

We took a detour to explore the surrounding streets around the roundabout. Roundabout that resembled a sordid public demonstration against the gray old Peugeots put a deafening noise. He could not say exactly how many of them could be around my car. About 100, may 150 members of the hordes of hell swirled around her as the closest shaking him from side to side like an angry mob.

time became extinct. Wolf & Raven came to an end to make way for Tellulah. Tellulah was a ballad with plenty of cane and good guitar playing, but it was not willingly or as powerful as its predecessors. However, it appeared that continued making a mesmerizing effect. With probability not take too long to get out of its spell, we had to act quickly.

We look at the vehicle on a street where the influx of the undead was more limited.

"Come slowly. "I suggested to my colleague," Try to get the engine does not roar too.

"It would better not come down the vehicle, my companion suggested.

"No, if we bring too much of the minivan and around us may not be able escapar." I replied. "I will walk. You be prepared for a quick getaway.

The crowd was just over 50 meters from us and made us the slightest attention. If acted with stealth could situated at a distance closer to shooting and return before any of them found out where they came the shock.

"Okay, stop, get off here. "I suggested.

When I sat down, my old friend grabbed my arm.

- Do you know which is the only reason why I decided to go with this madness? "I asked rhetorically - Because of my refusal very well that car would have jumped up with such proceeding.

"I guess I am. "I replied.

-The survivor who has recovered, how is it called? "Even

not told me his name "I responded.

"That girl you like does not it? "Said Michel always so insightful.

answered No, not needed.

"Well hurry up, finish it and come back, would be the saddest thing you die without becoming even know her name.

Monday, June 5, 2006

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just loaded two boxes of canned tomato sauce when I felt a little dizzy. I was exhausted, ankle hurt like hell of a headache and had to freak out. I leaned on the side of the van for a few moments to catch his breath and kept watching the work of my peers. They were like a well oiled machine. Natalia

While the cargo was organizing and the others gave so urgently carrying our prize would soon fill the capacity of the van. Everything was going without a hitch, well, almost everything.

- Time! "Asked Marta's father while in the van carrying several bottles of water.

-Umm .... Three minutes! "I said looking at his watch.

I encouraged them to return to work. In the words of Mother Teresa of Calcutta: "I will not stop working, I'll have all eternity to rest" all eternity to rest ... chuckled he could not prove the irony of my situation.

absence of one minute low the van was full and we had time even to load a couple of boxes in the minivan. Everything was ready for our return, however, I had thought to take a detour. I checked the clock again, we were reaching the line of no return. Mission accomplished, it was time to go.

- Let what you're doing, we go! "I ordered my colleagues who were still in the grocery store - all the van fast!

When everyone had left, the father of Martha and I went down the metal shutter and super stuck in a fairly rudimentary but surely, with a thick rope and a good sturdy pair of nodes. Lose few seconds to make it closed the facility would be worth, was quite good even in the warehouse and now that part of the street had it cut through trash bins, maybe we could go in the near future for the rest . Now would

food for quite some time and if we managed to head would last months. However we could not reject the idea that this was apocalyptic would last more than our food supply. The next time we saw we needed, a fact that surely would give, would arrive, cut the strings enter and exit.

On the other hand, if some group survivors crossed there will not be difficult to enter and supplies without the danger that had been cast in a forced unnamed misfortune. Having secured the door, ran to the vehicles.

"I'll go in the minivan, the other up in the van-decree.

- But why ...? "He went to ask Natalia.

"In the van do not fit the 5 Conrad. -The Michel interrupted.

"Damn ..." I swore to myself okay, you're coming with me, others will go in the van. You drive yourself! "I said coming in through the passenger door. The engines roared

and went slowly up the street. Funny, the stream of undead had dissipated almost completely. Barely had a dozen of them dragging their bloodied stumps towards the square where I left my old peugeot gray. Most unnamed around and would have concentrated there. At this time, this roundabout would become hell.
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"Okay, now we are alone, what if you tell me what you've been hiding, eh? "Michel said suspiciously.

"I had no intention of putting anyone in this," I said with resignation, "But now we are told that two more and all non cabríais within of the van.

"What's done is done. You tell me or not. "He insisted.

gently circulating the van a few yards ahead of us. The route back and had drawn but you never know if at the last moment would have to find some alternative path if we topábamos in some way inaccessible. I picked up the walkie and I got in touch with my classmates.

"I'm Conrad, do you hear? Short. "I said waiting for a response.

"If you hear, what happens? Natalia replied the other side under a thick layer of noise and static.

"Go ahead, we have a case that address before returning, it will only take a few minutes, we are at home, short.

- But ...!? Natalia-she managed to say before you disconnect the Walkie.

- In the next street turn left. "I suggested to my companion.

- Where are we supposed? - Michel hesitated.

"Tell me ... what do you think if we take a little revenge?

Friday, June 2, 2006

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I was kneeling in front of that damn lock that I resisted more forcefully that the Laura of Hapiness fucking losing your virginity. My companions followed my movements with the picks business with bated breath. Kept a stony silence trying not to bother me, but feeling his gaze on me and hear his nervous breathing my back was starting to get frantic.

already had about two minutes trying to no avail. "We damn it ... if you've done it dozens of times, damn ..." 10 years ago would have been able to force the lock before giving my teammates time to blink even when drunk, but unfortunately, the years do not go in vain. I suddenly felt like a tip pick locks with a resounding "Clak." I smiled through clenched teeth, was a sound that was familiar. I remained a lever, turn the other pick and ...

-Open up ... "I quote the most famous phrase from one of the favorite books of my childhood, the thousand and one nights, the weather was turning the doorknob, SESAME!

became The gates without any resistance naively open ourselves to the store entrance.

The emotion that invaded us at that moment is hard to describe. 6 survivors starving and exhausted, with eyes wide open and staring at dozens of boxes still packed cans, vegetable cans everywhere, countless assortment of cured meats and vacuum-packed sausages. More bottles of water we could carry, juice bottles all brands and flavors, chocolates, biscuits, oils, fresh and dried pasta, bottles of liquor of all types and forms of delight ... A universe within our needy hands.

was the most wonderful vision that we had in months. This was a most valuable booty that they kept in the cave of Ali Baba's 40 thieves.

-Fe ... Merry Christmas ... "she managed to say with tears of emotion Natalia slipping from her rosy cheeks.

- the fucking love you Conrad!, El puto amo! Exclaimed a jovial Michel while I grabbed the head and rubbed his knuckles against the top of my brain.

Laughing like children with new toys lunged us our treasure amid shouts of joy. For a moment the walls of terror and despair that we are imprisoned and stifled crumbled to the renewed hope that we conjured up this little miracle that we had been granted.

At that moment, my half more prosaic and pragmatic re-releasing I imposed my view of the emotion that drunk. My hearing was focused on the sudden silence that took over the exterior. Still loving you had come to an end, and only detracted My selene and Wolf & Raven, We had about 9 minutes, so that the line of no return reached us.

- We have 8 minutes! Shouted to impose my voice above the clamor of my fellow enthusiast - Loaded with what we can and get out of here! Les

cruelly took his moment of happiness for landing them back into the harsh reality, yet nothing was decided. We had little time and the return trip would not be a bed of roses, was soon to claim victory by promising that they were now our chances.

"Remember the plan," I said - No food fresh, frozen or are in poor condition. And dairy, pasta, rice or food needed to consume hydrate. Concentrate on the preserved cans of vegetables, dried meats or anything long life. Do not forget to take few more jugs of water can. Juices also to expire very long term, let's move!

regained his composure and began to lead as found in the van. For tired we were we must take heart of grace. Eric Natalia and little remained in the vehicle and took care of organizing as we loaded to make room for the rest. The other 4 will take care of running up and down with our precious booty in his hands.

Loaded with 4 bottles of water when I ran to the door with our new partner. Exchange a quick glance and smiled. Although for obvious reasons was quite neglected and malnourished, was to be a very attractive girl. Then I realized. He had told me, but I did not know yours.

I've never been a person too "spiritual." I believe in what I see, that simple. However I could see that day shook the foundations of my agnosticism. Whichever way he did could not find another explanation. Coincidence? If it is possible that it was all due to massive confluence of events possible erratic and disjointed, but that possibility did not match what I felt.

Inside, I knew it not due to simple chance. I guess you can call it whatever you want, I just call it fate. An election. A simple decision had changed the destiny of us all.

was on the verge of not going after them. Not have done it, they would have ended up succumbing to hunger or fear. If they had been left alone with their misfortune, we would not have found the warehouse, we had failed and would have bent our course to share the same fate. A simple decision and it turned us all to follow the path of new hope.

could not be a coincidence. Meet them is something that will transcends us that I have no doubt. Surely if someone is reading these words must be thinking that delirium, hallucination that I suffer from terror, fatigue, tension and stress of the moment. It is possible, I will not deny it would be like I would have thought a few days earlier. But also, I'm sure that if my day comes to a survivor of this dark age, when it comes to an end to make way for a better, must have felt as I do as least once in life expectancy.