Farewell Epilogue (2 º parte): Requiem to the death of an unsung hero - END
His words fell on me like a slap that woke me mercilessly tearing the reality of the sweet ignorance.
"I'm infected. I have been bitten.
froze, motionless, eyes wide and a lump in the throat that kept me from speaking. At that moment I knew not react, I was torn between hatred and pain ... pain for him. Everything now made sense.
"That's why I rejected you ... maybe a simple kiss was enough to infect you too. And I could not let that happen. He continued by saying in a voice devoid of fear or self-pity. Just looking for forgiveness, that was it.
- When? "Finally managed to say.
- What?
- Cu ... When it happened? ... When you bite? "My throat was so heavy that I could barely pronounce the words.
- What does it matter when? It happened, that's all.
- You must tell me! "I demanded desperately hitting in the chest with his fists.
Everything was a silence that spoke for itself. Conrad retired from mine eyes not being able to answer something that was so obvious as cruel.
"It was when you came to rescue you? "I tore my painful throat between sobs while two tears rolled down my cheeks burning my skin as ácido.-You will die because of me ...
" A life in exchange for two, does not seem a bad deal. "He responded at length with one hand stroking my hair. In his eyes there was no rancor, no bitterness, just had serenity.
Conrad had given their lives to save ours, my brother and me. He sacrificed for us and what was proud and satisfied. No regrets, would not have wanted to go back to the moment when the decision to come to our rescue and choose another election that's not already taken. Do not curse me or hated me. All you had to end, had been secured. I could not stop again a few silent tears flow from my bloodshot eyes, but such was the pain I felt that I was not able to raise the cry.
"Please do not cry. He tried to comfort are once again calm and steady voice while wiping my tears with a gentleness that touched me. "Do not be sorry, I do not. If my life served for you and your brother go forward, there will be lived in vain.
At that moment I touched deeper than anyone had ever done. I knew I loved him. I had a crush on him and yet would be a cruel love that fate would mean that not only I could get to consummate.
"Just promise me one thing. Promise me you will live. That whatever happens, you and your brother will you survive in this era to live in the following. Promise me.
I was not able to answer, feeling that he flourished in pushing me to do something crazy. He did not want to stay. He did not want to live a life that had cost the man she loved. Wanted go with him. He wanted to die with him.
"Promise me, insisted fixing his stern gaze on mine.
"I ... I promise. "I said finally. - I promise that whatever happens, do not die until I see the new era. The
smiling. It was everything I wanted to hear and I now had to live by it, should see the new era .... for him.
We spend the paltry lot of minutes separated us from the dawn. Doing nothing to speak of. I wanted to tell me who he was. If we were to separate at least let 'bidding knowing it was for me a complete stranger. It took
much talk about his past, he was ashamed. From start to finish Conrad's life was not easy. As a young woman lost her parents in a car accident and seemed to lose, with his parents, enthusiasm for life. He went from foster home to foster home without finding any family that came into place. Without being able to find a place he spent his childhood in an orphanage and as he grew older he became a bully and a troublemaker.
At age 14 he escaped from the hospice and was bouncing back and forth through the streets. He became sullen, burning and without illusion. Every night through the streets in search of something to make him feel alive, uncontrollable violent and ended up frequenting bad company.
At 16 he was arrested. Accused of theft, riots, vandalism, burglary and assault. He was detained in a reformatory where she met a man, a social worker who seemed to take as a personal challenge, Michel's father, so his friend was the only one who knew of his past. Through his life he decided to embark on a new course back to school. At 18 he went out and taking the legacy of their parents, they forged a life from scratch. He graduated from high school and decided to start college.
A new life to be proud of but for which he was not. He was what lacking only in the last day of his life seemed to have found at last. That which was stolen when his parents were taken away by a drunk driver. Hope.
The sun shone on the horizon. A blue sky and a few are decorated in warm and golden reflections that seemed to revere the last sunrise of a good man.
We sat next to each other without saying a word. For a moment the two in solitude away from us all the misery around us. We move away from the nameless, we depart from a dying city, we flew together hundreds of miles of land that was dying under the yoke of the undead away from everything and everyone. A moment of peace, a moment's peace, a beautiful sunrise that seemed born only two of us, a moment of freedom.
The moment arrived. Conrad stood up and followed him to weigh up the emergency stairs that would take him wherever I could not go with him. It was a bitter moment like few others. An innocent walk "The Green Mile."
"When I have gone down, picks up the stairs. "He said while deployed to the street with resignation.
"You're going ... and not only I can give you a kiss.
, I'll settle for a hug, right? "He replied with a warm smile. I embraced him
with all my strength and I wanted to not let go ever.
"I feel that we have not met in other circumstances. "He said wistfully.
"I love you ..." I dedicated myself and last words.
At that moment, embraced even put his lips to my ear and sank into them the whispers of what would be the last words pronounced in Conrad life.
back tears sliding down my cheeks when he broke up our union. I felt something inside me broke when I saw down the stairs, and put the first foot in the streets and away from me as walking unhurriedly dressed with a bittersweet smile on his lips.
I was following him with his eyes still on the march, followed in the early stages of a journey, a journey without a ticket or luggage. One last trip to my regret would perform alone.
He reached the corner, but before it is folded, turned, gave me a last look bewitching and smiled again after it disappeared. A minute passed, maybe two, after which there was a single shot that reverberated throughout the city as the wrath of the god of thunder. Then ... nothing.
fell to his knees on the floor, shattered. I cried and cried feeling alone, helpless and pulled the man she loved. I cried like I had never done and how ever did it again. I wanted to die, I wanted to follow him wherever he went with firm step, but could not. He owed his life, he owed the life of my brother and he was fulfilling his final wishes. A last will
I whispered in his ear when he was still in my arms, "Horace Mann, an American teacher once said, ashamed to die before I get some victory for humanity. I am content with having won a small battle. The victory will have to get you. "
Conrad was not an acclaimed leader of the resistance or a member of the acclaimed group of scientists who found the answer to infection, nor was one of those admired military figures who reorganized the remnants of humanity and rose up in arms against the invasion of the undead finally giving us back our world.
He was just a man, one of many unsung heroes who took with him the Book of Revelation and that history will not support in his memory. The history books do not talk about it, not build schools, museums and plazas that bear his name, nor write songs about you, but nevertheless, that man, as sure there were many more like him, will be remembered for provided by a few. For a few whom we brought hope to those who instilled in us and got us to give value to the forces necessary to move forward. Strength not to take a step back, not to accept defeat but this seems inevitable and foremost, with all my heart, because thanks to him that we're still alive.
Unfortunately, not every group of "survivors Conrad" survived the apocalypse, but did not tell those of us left behind. And do not say that what matters is not what we leave behind, if not that what really matters is that some stayed to see the revival of the era of mankind.
It is possible that this diary only means something to those few, perhaps the only Conrad's face remains in the memory of a number of survivors can be counted on the fingers of one hand, however, my children will read it. Know that in a bygone era, there was a man named Conrad, a good man by which those few still alive.
Conrad ... I want you to know, wherever you are, that we arrive. You can rest in peace.
Diary of a Survivor - End
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