Thursday, July 20, 2006
Mp530 Print Head Clogged
When I discovered the blog of MundoCadaver back in mid January and I saw so many people took to create a "collective experience" parallel to the story of the World, where almost all we did which involved simulating the zombie invasion from our respective places of residence could not resist to participate by providing my little grain of sand, telling my own story in my neighborhood.
all started in a very tenuous, at any time because I thought it would end up so passionate about writing a story as I did with "Diary of a Survivor" After seven months I have written about 120 pages, which is to be the story the longest I've spent.
course at first I did not think so much effort devoted to this little project, but gradually became an important part of my daily routine. I've always been fond of writing and I really enjoyed writing this little side story to Zombie Apocalypse, I found it very useful to avoid me an hour a day of daily habit and practice and evolve a bit of a hobby that had something parked but I think it is time to move on and close this little chapter of my life.
not exaggerating when I say that the decision to put an end has not been easy. The main why I struggled so much was because I've caught a lot of affection for my characters, each and every one of the members of my small group of survivors who were almost to my old friends. However everything has a beginning must have an end and I preferred to give a conclusion to the story to continue and end up leaving half later.
Anyway, so far have reached the misadventures of Conrad and his small band of survivors, so I hope you enjoyed reading it as I have done typing and I would not say goodbye without thanking and dedicate this little story to all those who have followed my history, those good friends of mine that I retake when I was about to leave long ago, and especially for inspiring me Mundo Cadaver to write and Forero zombie apocalypse that without you this year would have been much more boring. Are all the host.
Thank you all.
Watch Spiderbabe Online Free
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
************************************ ****************
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
************************************ ****************
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Hollywood Wax Demonstration
Epilogue (1 º parte): Requiem to the death of an unsung hero. Last AMAECO
has passed long time since I described in this newspaper happened. They were difficult times, but as Conrad wrote in these pages, the era of darkness passed. I have kept this journal since then and I've watched and guarded as a treasure, it really for all survivors of the Conrad group, this book is.
Part of us died with him, but another was encouraged to proceed stimulated by value and now the nightmare is behind us, we believe that the legacy he left us is incomplete without adding one last passages. The passages that correspond to those that were the last moments in a man's life. A simple and insignificant man however, has been recorded of blood and fire in which as he used to say, "makes us human."
Among those who stayed, we decided that would be me who's added it because it was I who shared with her last minutes, his last words, his last wishes and feelings last.
So this is my tribute, however poor it may be, to devote myself to a man with whom I shared just one day, but will remain in my heart for the rest of my life.
was not what led me up to that roof, I needed to vent to their own I guess. Now, however, now thanks to God for what it was that led me there blinded by tears.
I spent hours crying on that terrace, nestled between two columns, with the moon as a single company.
At that time I could not understand how he could say that. "Are you giving me your body as a thank you?" It was almost the most horrible thing anyone had ever told me I had tried to bitch and coming from him it hurt me as if I had gone through the chest with a hot iron. Now I know why he did it, only I made him feel more despicable and come to hate.
And yes, I had my life and my brother's, but was barely even 12 hours we knew not ashamed to admit that I wanted him. I had never encountered anyone like him, never met anyone with such courage and I had spent so much time alone that it might let me impress. As I met him I thought it was a good man, and it was a good man. However, during those rare 3 hours I thought I had played badly.
The sky began to lighten, the dawn was breaking and the soft morning breeze dried my tears. When I determined to go down and try to sleep a few hours I met face to face with him at the door of the terrace. Do not know how long he had been there watching me silent, but it made me feel even more miserable. I hated him, I could not face him. I tried to pass by and disappear from sight as soon as possible, but he stopped me.
"Wait ... please do not go. "He said softly as I stood in the gap.
I did not want to hear, I just wanted not to breathe the same air with him. I tried to break through but not let me.
"Please ... just want to apologize. "Insisted one more time.
looked up angrily yelling willing to depart from me, I did not want to see him, I hated him and hopefully never have known pero cuando vi su mirada, algo en ella me desarmó.
-Sara, me estoy muriendo. Por favor no dejes que me marche con esto en la conciencia.
has passed long time since I described in this newspaper happened. They were difficult times, but as Conrad wrote in these pages, the era of darkness passed. I have kept this journal since then and I've watched and guarded as a treasure, it really for all survivors of the Conrad group, this book is.
Part of us died with him, but another was encouraged to proceed stimulated by value and now the nightmare is behind us, we believe that the legacy he left us is incomplete without adding one last passages. The passages that correspond to those that were the last moments in a man's life. A simple and insignificant man however, has been recorded of blood and fire in which as he used to say, "makes us human."
Among those who stayed, we decided that would be me who's added it because it was I who shared with her last minutes, his last words, his last wishes and feelings last.
So this is my tribute, however poor it may be, to devote myself to a man with whom I shared just one day, but will remain in my heart for the rest of my life.
was not what led me up to that roof, I needed to vent to their own I guess. Now, however, now thanks to God for what it was that led me there blinded by tears.
I spent hours crying on that terrace, nestled between two columns, with the moon as a single company.
At that time I could not understand how he could say that. "Are you giving me your body as a thank you?" It was almost the most horrible thing anyone had ever told me I had tried to bitch and coming from him it hurt me as if I had gone through the chest with a hot iron. Now I know why he did it, only I made him feel more despicable and come to hate.
And yes, I had my life and my brother's, but was barely even 12 hours we knew not ashamed to admit that I wanted him. I had never encountered anyone like him, never met anyone with such courage and I had spent so much time alone that it might let me impress. As I met him I thought it was a good man, and it was a good man. However, during those rare 3 hours I thought I had played badly.
The sky began to lighten, the dawn was breaking and the soft morning breeze dried my tears. When I determined to go down and try to sleep a few hours I met face to face with him at the door of the terrace. Do not know how long he had been there watching me silent, but it made me feel even more miserable. I hated him, I could not face him. I tried to pass by and disappear from sight as soon as possible, but he stopped me.
"Wait ... please do not go. "He said softly as I stood in the gap.
I did not want to hear, I just wanted not to breathe the same air with him. I tried to break through but not let me.
"Please ... just want to apologize. "Insisted one more time.
looked up angrily yelling willing to depart from me, I did not want to see him, I hated him and hopefully never have known pero cuando vi su mirada, algo en ella me desarmó.
-Sara, me estoy muriendo. Por favor no dejes que me marche con esto en la conciencia.
Sony 1080p Upconverting Dvd Player
Son las 5 de la mañana. He pasado cerca de 3 horas escribiendo en este pequeño cuaderno todo cuanto ha acontecido en el transcurso de este largo día. El asalto a las calles, recorrer avenidas repletas por las hordas de los sin nombre, el encuentro con Sara y su pequeño hermano Eric, la puerta del almacén oculta tras las estanterías, el regreso a casa, la pequeña celebración de nuestro éxito… todo cuanto recuerdo ha quedado plasmado en esta pequeña libreta. A ojos ajenos puede parecer absurdo malgastar las últimas horas de vida escribiendo un diario, but this book is all that remain of me after my departure.
Indeed, my time is long gone. This morning I was bitten. I'm infected. I'm sorry I said anything, but did not want to spend my final hours in tears and condolences. In a few hours I will be one if not cure, and of course, is still a no name as I wish to end my days. Fortunately, I have an alternative. There will be one of them, ever.
I returned to look at my notes, I've been writing my thoughts in this diéri from the beginning, since the Revelation was unleashed and reread its pages is like reliving a part of my life, the most crucial, in fact. Perhaps the only truly worth remembering. A lot has happened since then. Many horrible, others however, not so bad.
me realize now all that I have changed since this all began. Oddly enough, it is precisely now, during the darkest era that he lives to humanity, when I really started to know myself. When I started walking with my feet and when I started living for someone else who is not only myself.
I've always known that something was missing in my life, I was aware, an emptiness that I was eating the entrails, which could not be filled with nothing I could play with the yolk of the fingers but I never knew exactly. Something I've yet been able to discern for myself when I had done most needed. I discovered that we have been adverse fate, however hard it has been our way, we learned forward. I've noticed that while there is life there is hope, and while there is hope we are not quite finished.
Weep not for me. If anything is to assert my death, is to make you stronger. Although today my life has come to an end, I have lived this day with the intensity of a lifetime. Today for the first time in many years I lived as I wish and now, I will die the same way. For the first time, I am satisfied with myself, and life I've taken.
I left this book in sight for you find it when I'm gone. I regret not having said goodbye to you personally but I hate melodrama. This is my only legacy. I just hope that he would remember that although for me the journey has come to an end, I leave here for 7 people that whatever happens never stop fighting.
Go ahead, live, do it all we were left behind and unfortunately did not survive to see the revival of the age of man, because you know that this era of darkness will pass. I hope you have in life the same hope that I'll take death.
I can only make one thing to do in life, up to Finally roof and see a sunrise.
I do not regret anything.
If I fell, "the resistance" triumphed.
Farewell.
Sunday, July 16, 2006
Ideas For Confirmation Sponsor Letter
Moonlight long night
After the conversation I had with Martha's father returned to my room. The last time I would be within the four walls. Lying down on the unmade bed I missed tears. It was too late to complain, but I can not be a simple man. Maybe in the past I have reproached myself a sign of weakness like that, but given the circumstances, what did it matter? Moreover, I was glad that I still see that side of me. The tears were perhaps the only real proof that I'm still human.
leave and leave behind my friends is probably the hardest thing I have been obliged to do in life, but my game was not a matter of choices, really had no choice. Each one has to do what you need, and that's what I do.
was around 2 am, the room was steamy illuminated with dim light of a moonlit night that had the silver and blue highlights. I was engrossed in my thoughts when someone knocked on my door with discretion.
-Conrad ... you're still awake? "He said quietly, our new partner from the other side of the door.
"If ..." I answered quickly wiping the tears from his face. "Come ...
I was not expecting his visit and really would have preferred had not come. My decision to leave it was too hard in itself to give me more reason to want to stay. Seemed to hesitate a bit before turning the knob and enter, but finally did. She wore a long white shirt that hung almost to the knees, had loosened the hair and beautiful green eyes seemed to shine like gems in the delicate moonlight.
closed the door behind him and stood beside her as withdrawn, his face restrained and his hands clasped. As looking for a word that dare not utter.
- Is something wrong? I asked surprised at his hesitant gesture.
-N ... no ... "gasped answered even without being able to boot the right words in his throat. "I just ... stayed
both immersed in an awkward silence for a minute, maybe two.
"I can not sleep a wink, he said at last girl.
"Soon you'll get used to all this, do not worry," I replied, not knowing yet that came all this.
"Yeah, right ... I ... I'm sorry I bothered. "He said shaky voice as he turned to go.
- What is what really happens to you, Sara? "I asked before you have time to reopen the door.
had to have let me go, but curiosity could. She stood still for a moment undecided with one hand grasping the door handle until he finally found the courage that seemed to be looking for as he crossed the entrance to my bedroom. Came to where I was and without a word he leaned over me.
brought his hands to my hair and I could feel her lips were burning in the brush against my neck. It had been so long since I had a woman in my arms instinctively I could only get carried away by desire. I covered my arms and stroked his back slowly with the tips of my fingers.
I felt the heat given off by your body in contact with mine, his heart beating in my chest, her candid kisses down my neck, the burning of the fingertips touching your skin, whispering, emotions ... a wonderful feeling that he thought long forgotten.
sighed deeply as his hand down my chest and a wave of electrifying sensuality tip put hair on my torso when introduced under my shirt. He stood over me and stayed for a few moments staring into his eyes. That precious girl gave me her love-shy and I was not able to deny the ardor for her. I stroked his cheeks and hands were intertwined with the ease of a veteran lovers.
closed those green eyes entranced and enthralled me looking down my lips slowly. I wanted so much to fuse with them every second of waiting hurt me and hurt me so much that reality finally my reason to start the bottom of the whirlwind of passion that I wish I had drowned. Before our lips stopped her by holding will rub shoulders with both hands.
.- I said "No ... away from me.
- What? ... Why? ... "He hit to say she gasped.
I got out of bed and rested my forehead and both arms against the wall, snorted deeply. As much as he wanted to make love with that girl, could not, not anymore. Should be avoided at all costs, not me. For her.
"We can not ... sorry ..." she managed to say trying to appease the feelings that still burned within me.
"No ... Do not you like me? He seemed to withdraw her looking down with some embarrassment.
"Of course I like you ... a lot ...
" Then why ...?
- Why are you doing this? Why you rescued? "I interrupted trying to be cruel - Are you giving me your body as a thank you?
She stared at me with eyes wide open. His face expressed both surprise and disappointment. His beautiful green eyes flooded with tears and crying silently out of my room. The wounded were in a terrible. Would have given anything for not having seen it, but had pushed her away from me at the expense of whatever. Otherwise I would have shared my fate.
Sorry Sara, at heart, but where I go you can not follow.
After the conversation I had with Martha's father returned to my room. The last time I would be within the four walls. Lying down on the unmade bed I missed tears. It was too late to complain, but I can not be a simple man. Maybe in the past I have reproached myself a sign of weakness like that, but given the circumstances, what did it matter? Moreover, I was glad that I still see that side of me. The tears were perhaps the only real proof that I'm still human.
leave and leave behind my friends is probably the hardest thing I have been obliged to do in life, but my game was not a matter of choices, really had no choice. Each one has to do what you need, and that's what I do.
was around 2 am, the room was steamy illuminated with dim light of a moonlit night that had the silver and blue highlights. I was engrossed in my thoughts when someone knocked on my door with discretion.
-Conrad ... you're still awake? "He said quietly, our new partner from the other side of the door.
"If ..." I answered quickly wiping the tears from his face. "Come ...
I was not expecting his visit and really would have preferred had not come. My decision to leave it was too hard in itself to give me more reason to want to stay. Seemed to hesitate a bit before turning the knob and enter, but finally did. She wore a long white shirt that hung almost to the knees, had loosened the hair and beautiful green eyes seemed to shine like gems in the delicate moonlight.
closed the door behind him and stood beside her as withdrawn, his face restrained and his hands clasped. As looking for a word that dare not utter.
- Is something wrong? I asked surprised at his hesitant gesture.
-N ... no ... "gasped answered even without being able to boot the right words in his throat. "I just ... stayed
both immersed in an awkward silence for a minute, maybe two.
"I can not sleep a wink, he said at last girl.
"Soon you'll get used to all this, do not worry," I replied, not knowing yet that came all this.
"Yeah, right ... I ... I'm sorry I bothered. "He said shaky voice as he turned to go.
- What is what really happens to you, Sara? "I asked before you have time to reopen the door.
had to have let me go, but curiosity could. She stood still for a moment undecided with one hand grasping the door handle until he finally found the courage that seemed to be looking for as he crossed the entrance to my bedroom. Came to where I was and without a word he leaned over me.
brought his hands to my hair and I could feel her lips were burning in the brush against my neck. It had been so long since I had a woman in my arms instinctively I could only get carried away by desire. I covered my arms and stroked his back slowly with the tips of my fingers.
I felt the heat given off by your body in contact with mine, his heart beating in my chest, her candid kisses down my neck, the burning of the fingertips touching your skin, whispering, emotions ... a wonderful feeling that he thought long forgotten.
sighed deeply as his hand down my chest and a wave of electrifying sensuality tip put hair on my torso when introduced under my shirt. He stood over me and stayed for a few moments staring into his eyes. That precious girl gave me her love-shy and I was not able to deny the ardor for her. I stroked his cheeks and hands were intertwined with the ease of a veteran lovers.
closed those green eyes entranced and enthralled me looking down my lips slowly. I wanted so much to fuse with them every second of waiting hurt me and hurt me so much that reality finally my reason to start the bottom of the whirlwind of passion that I wish I had drowned. Before our lips stopped her by holding will rub shoulders with both hands.
.- I said "No ... away from me.
- What? ... Why? ... "He hit to say she gasped.
I got out of bed and rested my forehead and both arms against the wall, snorted deeply. As much as he wanted to make love with that girl, could not, not anymore. Should be avoided at all costs, not me. For her.
"We can not ... sorry ..." she managed to say trying to appease the feelings that still burned within me.
"No ... Do not you like me? He seemed to withdraw her looking down with some embarrassment.
"Of course I like you ... a lot ...
" Then why ...?
- Why are you doing this? Why you rescued? "I interrupted trying to be cruel - Are you giving me your body as a thank you?
She stared at me with eyes wide open. His face expressed both surprise and disappointment. His beautiful green eyes flooded with tears and crying silently out of my room. The wounded were in a terrible. Would have given anything for not having seen it, but had pushed her away from me at the expense of whatever. Otherwise I would have shared my fate.
Sorry Sara, at heart, but where I go you can not follow.
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Ukranian Topless Beaches
use one of the apartments on the ninth floor and pantry. There were boxes, cans and bags for all parties, a vision that was so beautiful and disturbing. The world had changed and we with it. In the past the vision of those foods we antojaría something as usual as inconsequential. It was something already fallen in Western society take for granted. Everything we needed to get hold of it was money and approach the nearest commercial that was all.
But as I said, the world has changed. Now money is worthless, the streets no longer belong to us and put one foot in them means risking their lives. In a world in which we were now living all that crowned the room was a sight so beautiful as could have told me similar Porsche Carrera GT 2004. A delight for the senses that we could enjoy while acomodábamos victualling keep us alive for perhaps long enough to reach the wake of this nightmare. Suddenly
Michel began to hum the first tones of Satisfaction by the Rolling Stones. Soon we were all to accompany him until finally we started to chant.
can not get no satisfaction,
I can not get no satisfaction.
'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try.
I can not get no, I can not get no ....
We were together, we felt renewed our strength and our faith. We managed to forge new hopes and we had done together. For the first time in a long time had not despite our faces, there was no doubt or despair. For a moment, singing one of the most emblematic of classic rock anthems from past, all the darkness around us seemed to disappear altogether for a while leaving us to enjoy our little victory. Somehow, in that place at that time, we were free. Tonight
momentarily decided to skip the discipline of food rationing and to celebrate we conceded a good feast. The first real meal we had had in months, we deserved it. It was a long night, the first since the beginning of Revelation that nothing existed in the world apart from us 8. We spent hours talking, laughing, reminiscing and enjoying this little moment of glory that we momentarily away an anger gave no respite. Natalia
Michel and seemed happy together. They loved, they had each other to lean on and I guess I just need to move forward. Jaime fully recover soon. Try to hide but I sure would not spend a single second without his family occupy his thoughts. I sincerely hope that someday meet again. The small Marta still can not look at his father's face, however, even though she is not able to see him, he just lives for it. It may not seem like much, but today has to be enough.
Sara and her brother Eric seemed happy. Only God knows how hard were those months for them. However, those endless days of loneliness left behind. Our small group of survivors had welcomed with open arms, never again to be alone and it was something I always appreciate. Who knows if the little Eric will talk one day, was something that depended on him alone.
looked almost like a big family. A family far from being perfect, with some problems, but what family does not? A family the end of the day to which I belonged. The first family to look real close since I lost mine. They were good moments. Very good. The best that I can remember.
The evening lasted well into the night, but eventually tired and could sleep with us. Gradually everyone left we were withdrawing until only the father of Martha and me in the lounge. We had a lot of sympathy but both had some things to clarify.
"It was you right? "I inquired non-beating around the bush.
"I did what? "He answered without winning any of pretending he did not know what I meant.
"You changed the diesel that was introduced to the cylinders for gas the night before we left. Is not it true?
but no answer was not necessary, the answer was so obvious that it was necessary to be pronounced.
"Before leaving I said:" Conrad, do not do stupid things out there, "insisted - At first I thought you were wishing me luck" your way ", but now I think you told me that somehow knew what I had intended.
"The explosion we heard just before their return. "He said at last - you still insist that you do not know anything about it? "I'll
provoked. I flew my car and with him all fucking monsters that thronged around him. "I answered bluntly.
I did not know exactly what you meant "Be honest" At first I thought you wanted to escape alone, but with diesel were not going to get very far up your car with petrol. So what I figured. What we still do not understand is how someone with some knowledge of urban warfare as you seem to have ... do not know something like that does not burn oil.
"Yeah, me neither. "I said somewhat embarrassed.
"Which brings us to another point. Plans, firebombs, routes, barricades, decoys, forcing locks and everything else. Where did you learn such tactics? "I asked.
-teens I had a pretty shitty. I did some things that now I am ashamed. - I replied with some disgust "But I paid for everything and do not want to have to remember.
"Relax, do not have to tell me," said raising both hands in quiet .- We've all done things that we are ashamed. I am the first and you all know why. But we must learn to live with them.
suppose the poor man was apologizing "his way" so we did happen to everyone a few months ago, especially his daughter Marta. He rose from his seat and rushed to finish the glass of whiskey he was taking.
"And we must learn to live with them because what's done is done. He continued saying, "The time will come when we must atone for our sins, but I have a daughter and now is all I care, though she hates me.
"If ... it is. "I stated my cup topping.
"Your case, however ..." He said after thinking for a few moments - is different. After saving the two boys to risk your life, you did what you did, it does not matter. You have redeemed your sins, whatever.
"Why me all this I asked, not knowing exactly where he intended to go.
"Why tonight you go, is not it? "He answered with a sharpness that achieves completely dislodged.
- How ...? "I managed to say.
"I know that you and we have not been any good, but still regret your departure. All you hold in high esteem.
well as I did not know, but he knew everything. I always knew that despite being a very difficult person, intelligent and observant. No one else had noticed the situation. Yawned deeply and walked towards his room, but stopped before going back to me on the lintel of the door.
"Oh, and Conrad ... "He said once more before disappearing down the hall" Thanks ... for everything.
Saturday, July 8, 2006
Prehistoric Creatures Frozen Mice
The taste of victory
I slumped against one of the columns that surrounded us and wiped the sweat off my forehead while trying to soothe my nerves. My hands were shaking like leaves, my mouth tasted of blood and lung air called me screaming. When I looked up I noticed a most unusual scene. Heavily Resollábamos keeping an awkward silence as we look at each other with their faces contorted even by fear, fatigue and dirt.
was all over and yet something inside us even kept us in an unhealthy tension. It is somewhat difficult to explain, but I think none of these, or Michel or Natalia, or small Marta and her father, and our new partner and his brother Eric, not even myself we did the idea that this nightmare had come to an end. During those 60 minutes had been little more anxiety, terror, oppression and despair that in our lifetime.
The silence was suddenly broken by the simultaneous snap of walkies, the distorted voice of a restless Jaime became audible devices in unison above the gasps and the unusual silence that oppressed us.
- Have you entered yet? "You could sense the fear in the voice of the old James-Reply please! Did I listen? Someone tell me something once, damn it!
Nobody moved a muscle. The scene remained unchanged between nervous glances of disbelief and gasps. Finally I walked the 4 steps that separated me from Natalia minivan, introduced his arm out the window and pulled from inside the piercing device.
"We're all in and .... - I said, watching my comrades swirling around me without believing aun.-are quite good.
- Conrad! Cursed Pirate! Excited, "said Jaime - As I am glad to hear you again!
At that moment the entire group left the inexplicable catatonia. Michel began to chuckle, laughter barely audible at first, but soon escalated to become audible laughter, little by little all we were attaching to his fits of laughter until the entire team burst into a fit of frantic laughter to the point that I had to sit on the floor because my legs will not put up with. We were at home and were unharmed.
"And I hear you old, then we will be up. Short.
continue rejoicing until we had no strength to continue. After a few minutes rest we set out to carry our treasure upstairs. We expect a busy afternoon. In the hallway the second floor waiting for us relying on rudimentary Jaime crutch that I built. When he saw us almost fell on his face when trying to come running to hug. Lack
we did a quick wash and a change of clothing. We were drenched in sweat and our clothes reeked of stale, sour smell of sweat. Tidied up a bit after we continue with the task of loading and unloading. We collected more food for those who thought at first. On the one hand, we have supplies for months, but another trip both up and down was destroying what little remained of me. Jaime was commissioned to do a survey.
going down back to the car park for over when in the middle of the 6 th floor landing I felt a little dizzy. I sat on the stairs and wait to be cleared my head a little. The ankle hurt like a thousand demons and had a slight fever, in short, I assumed that given the circumstances it was not important. My colleagues continued to work with jokes and shouts of joy. We won this battle and they were already celebrating. They were right.
heard as a light footsteps stopped behind me. I did not need to know who I turned to naught. It was our new partner. He approached me hesitantly and sat myself timidly step. For the first time I look at her calmly. She had beautiful eyes, a deep green that seemed to be bottomless. Her voice was sweet and melodious, like an angel. It was really nice and shy to the seduction. I liked a lot, too much perhaps. I cursed myself for not having been known before the big bomb of shit splashed us all.
- Have you met the rest? "I asked to break the ice.
"If ... they all seem good people," replied hesitantly.
-are all very good people. "I said - Well, everyone except the father of Martha, that is a jerk.
"Well ..." she said after a few seconds without knowing exactly what to say .- When came for us ... I said no thanks give you until we got home.
"Yes, I remember.
"Well ..." she continued. - Thanks. Not how to tell you how grateful I am that we've rescued me and my brother ... not for your help ...
-No need to thank me. "I said, sighing deeply," For a moment I almost abandoned ...
"But you did - I stopped - and why I'll be forever grateful. Always.
got up on my side and prepared to continue the work. Before we broke up two steps from my dawned on me.
"Wait. Even have not told me your name.
-Sara, my name is Sara.
-Sara, is a nice name, I told myself when he disappeared down the stairs.
I slumped against one of the columns that surrounded us and wiped the sweat off my forehead while trying to soothe my nerves. My hands were shaking like leaves, my mouth tasted of blood and lung air called me screaming. When I looked up I noticed a most unusual scene. Heavily Resollábamos keeping an awkward silence as we look at each other with their faces contorted even by fear, fatigue and dirt.
was all over and yet something inside us even kept us in an unhealthy tension. It is somewhat difficult to explain, but I think none of these, or Michel or Natalia, or small Marta and her father, and our new partner and his brother Eric, not even myself we did the idea that this nightmare had come to an end. During those 60 minutes had been little more anxiety, terror, oppression and despair that in our lifetime.
The silence was suddenly broken by the simultaneous snap of walkies, the distorted voice of a restless Jaime became audible devices in unison above the gasps and the unusual silence that oppressed us.
- Have you entered yet? "You could sense the fear in the voice of the old James-Reply please! Did I listen? Someone tell me something once, damn it!
Nobody moved a muscle. The scene remained unchanged between nervous glances of disbelief and gasps. Finally I walked the 4 steps that separated me from Natalia minivan, introduced his arm out the window and pulled from inside the piercing device.
"We're all in and .... - I said, watching my comrades swirling around me without believing aun.-are quite good.
- Conrad! Cursed Pirate! Excited, "said Jaime - As I am glad to hear you again!
At that moment the entire group left the inexplicable catatonia. Michel began to chuckle, laughter barely audible at first, but soon escalated to become audible laughter, little by little all we were attaching to his fits of laughter until the entire team burst into a fit of frantic laughter to the point that I had to sit on the floor because my legs will not put up with. We were at home and were unharmed.
"And I hear you old, then we will be up. Short.
continue rejoicing until we had no strength to continue. After a few minutes rest we set out to carry our treasure upstairs. We expect a busy afternoon. In the hallway the second floor waiting for us relying on rudimentary Jaime crutch that I built. When he saw us almost fell on his face when trying to come running to hug. Lack
we did a quick wash and a change of clothing. We were drenched in sweat and our clothes reeked of stale, sour smell of sweat. Tidied up a bit after we continue with the task of loading and unloading. We collected more food for those who thought at first. On the one hand, we have supplies for months, but another trip both up and down was destroying what little remained of me. Jaime was commissioned to do a survey.
going down back to the car park for over when in the middle of the 6 th floor landing I felt a little dizzy. I sat on the stairs and wait to be cleared my head a little. The ankle hurt like a thousand demons and had a slight fever, in short, I assumed that given the circumstances it was not important. My colleagues continued to work with jokes and shouts of joy. We won this battle and they were already celebrating. They were right.
heard as a light footsteps stopped behind me. I did not need to know who I turned to naught. It was our new partner. He approached me hesitantly and sat myself timidly step. For the first time I look at her calmly. She had beautiful eyes, a deep green that seemed to be bottomless. Her voice was sweet and melodious, like an angel. It was really nice and shy to the seduction. I liked a lot, too much perhaps. I cursed myself for not having been known before the big bomb of shit splashed us all.
- Have you met the rest? "I asked to break the ice.
"If ... they all seem good people," replied hesitantly.
-are all very good people. "I said - Well, everyone except the father of Martha, that is a jerk.
"Well ..." she said after a few seconds without knowing exactly what to say .- When came for us ... I said no thanks give you until we got home.
"Yes, I remember.
"Well ..." she continued. - Thanks. Not how to tell you how grateful I am that we've rescued me and my brother ... not for your help ...
-No need to thank me. "I said, sighing deeply," For a moment I almost abandoned ...
"But you did - I stopped - and why I'll be forever grateful. Always.
got up on my side and prepared to continue the work. Before we broke up two steps from my dawned on me.
"Wait. Even have not told me your name.
-Sara, my name is Sara.
-Sara, is a nice name, I told myself when he disappeared down the stairs.
Tuesday, July 4, 2006
Message For Friend Marriage
The Last Battle
sighed deeply. Do not know why I was surprised, as we had been twisted so far things could not be otherwise. Since we first set foot outside our strength, nothing, absolutely nothing we had it easy. Each and every one of the steps we took were covered by a halo of endless setbacks, problems, unforeseen and putadas.
As we just cross the parking and close gates behind us to complete our mission successfully, but the destination We reserved a final challenge to face. Two lonely unnamed slapping with determination on the metal gates that blocked the parking lot.
"Damn ... If not we can get anything right the first time for a change ..." Michel said with resignation when we reach our destination.
One of those dreadful things, what was once a teenager wearing a basketball uniform filthy, seemed interested in the minivan's engine noise and turned on his heels. We looked carefully through the windshield of our vehicle. There should be more than 15 or 16 years and seemed to have superficial wounds visible. His clothes ajironadas Sports were not stained with blood even if they had a thick dust and mud house. Had it not been for the paleness of their skin, their eyes dull and bland obtuse dynamics of their movements had not been able to distinguish a person ... alive.
The other, a man in his thirties, broad-shouldered and extremely high, with two or three vertebrae sticking out of the deep lacerations on his back torn and completely ignored us. He continued pounding the door with the palm of his bony hand causing a loud metallic sound.
"They can not open the door with them here. "I explained, if we slip into it's over.
- Les attract and move above them in the car? "Suggested my companion.
"Forget it, with luck maybe we will cause a serious damage to the minivan. "I objected," Now that we have lost my car and we just have this van to leave the city.
And certainly not want to use the gun. "Added Michel.
"Now that most of the surrounding unnamed are migrating toward the site of the explosion, I prefer not to give them reasons to return to surround. "I explained.
The little monster gave us the advantage of taking the first step. What was left of his mind concluded that would be easier to reach some dams which could see with his own eyes, even through some windows, and other entrenched hiding behind the gates of the park. He came to us with hesitant and slow step, and mistrusting of what he saw before it.
grabbed a piece of pipe about a meter in length, resting on the back seat of nonovolumen, one of the rudimentary weapons we brought with us from the Service Station. Now we would service.
"Come slowly-I ordered my companion good-looking car leaves the gates. Make sure when you're ready to open enter without having to maneuver.
- Are you going to deal with them? He asked my friend with concern.
"That remedy. "I said leaving open the window down just enough room to be able to get the arm to the outside.
"Perhaps we should consider other options. He tried to dissuade me.
-Michel, "The best way to resolve a dicultad ..."
- "is not trying to avoid it," he interrupted me .- I have also read Noel Clarasó, but do not think he had been referred to as "difficulties "a cannibalistic undead. Michel faced
perfectly
the vehicle at the entrance to the parking lot and stopped him leaving the engine idling. The Little Marta was watching us through the ventilation grilles located above the gate. Others reported our arrival with excitement. Would be prepared to give way as soon as we have an opportunity, and like all opportunities, always arrive earlier if oneself who is looking for him.
dead The little I was not taking it easy, so I decided to stir him up a bit. I took the right hand through the hole in the window and patted the hood of the minivan trying to encourage the youth not be blown off course name to reach me.
"I'll go to help my partner said .- grabbing a bat in the back seat.
"No, concentrate on driving. "I replied" If I see a hurry do not put a foot on the ground.
When young to be started to surround the car in my search, I pulled the door handle of the car and leaving the anchor is dropped off. The closed kept holding him from the inside with the lever. When little undead came up to me like a madman rushed to the door by throwing a pitiful snort. Flexing both legs pushed the door with all my strength, it burst open throwing back the undead on the road.
I got out of the van jumped out and brandishing steel pipe gave no option to join the little monster, he smashed the head of a coup. One down, was another. The remainder unnamed high was moving toward me with giant steps, a stride of hers were one and a half of mine and seemed determined to get me. Who knows if to avenge the death of his congener or just obeying their most primal instincts.
walked briskly back to remove more best of the gates of the park. Now I was the only thing on their tiny reptilian brain. Precariously launched a blow that could intercept the pipe. The pipe almost shot out of in my hands after the coup. I could hardly conceive of the idea, but that monster was strong, much stronger than me. He tried to hold on with both claws, leaping to the side could dodge their onslaught and hit him with all my strength in the stomach with the barrel, but even it was just a hair. That was getting really ugly. I could never imagine that one of those stupid things and have capacity to combat shaky.
The undead continued his attack by throwing a punch after another without finding nothing but air between their claws. His arms were very long, but fortunately not too well known to use. Dodge was not difficult at all if not for the lungs burned into my chest and heart threatened to jump out through the mouth.
was an exhausting task, but gradually went away more and more input, until it was finally far enough.
- NOW! OPEN THE DOOR! Michel cried through the walkie. Little Marta
hurried to obey, aided by his father turned the door and when he was sufficiently ajar, Michel finally started and introduced the vehicle in park. Just then, the huge unnamed hesitated before he felt a sudden movement behind him and turned for a moment giving me back. That would be his last error. So the pipe firmly and a blistering surge of adrenaline ran through my veins with all my heart when he struck a powerful two-handed sword in the neck.
The pipe slipped from my fingers and fell to the floor dripping with the body of that nameless, finally plunged into complete silence. I ran
taking heart of grace and when I crossed the doorway of the gate and immediately heard closed behind me with a blow that resounded loud echo throughout the park.
was all over at last. Michel
sighed deeply. Do not know why I was surprised, as we had been twisted so far things could not be otherwise. Since we first set foot outside our strength, nothing, absolutely nothing we had it easy. Each and every one of the steps we took were covered by a halo of endless setbacks, problems, unforeseen and putadas.
As we just cross the parking and close gates behind us to complete our mission successfully, but the destination We reserved a final challenge to face. Two lonely unnamed slapping with determination on the metal gates that blocked the parking lot.
"Damn ... If not we can get anything right the first time for a change ..." Michel said with resignation when we reach our destination.
One of those dreadful things, what was once a teenager wearing a basketball uniform filthy, seemed interested in the minivan's engine noise and turned on his heels. We looked carefully through the windshield of our vehicle. There should be more than 15 or 16 years and seemed to have superficial wounds visible. His clothes ajironadas Sports were not stained with blood even if they had a thick dust and mud house. Had it not been for the paleness of their skin, their eyes dull and bland obtuse dynamics of their movements had not been able to distinguish a person ... alive.
The other, a man in his thirties, broad-shouldered and extremely high, with two or three vertebrae sticking out of the deep lacerations on his back torn and completely ignored us. He continued pounding the door with the palm of his bony hand causing a loud metallic sound.
"They can not open the door with them here. "I explained, if we slip into it's over.
- Les attract and move above them in the car? "Suggested my companion.
"Forget it, with luck maybe we will cause a serious damage to the minivan. "I objected," Now that we have lost my car and we just have this van to leave the city.
And certainly not want to use the gun. "Added Michel.
"Now that most of the surrounding unnamed are migrating toward the site of the explosion, I prefer not to give them reasons to return to surround. "I explained.
The little monster gave us the advantage of taking the first step. What was left of his mind concluded that would be easier to reach some dams which could see with his own eyes, even through some windows, and other entrenched hiding behind the gates of the park. He came to us with hesitant and slow step, and mistrusting of what he saw before it.
grabbed a piece of pipe about a meter in length, resting on the back seat of nonovolumen, one of the rudimentary weapons we brought with us from the Service Station. Now we would service.
"Come slowly-I ordered my companion good-looking car leaves the gates. Make sure when you're ready to open enter without having to maneuver.
- Are you going to deal with them? He asked my friend with concern.
"That remedy. "I said leaving open the window down just enough room to be able to get the arm to the outside.
"Perhaps we should consider other options. He tried to dissuade me.
-Michel, "The best way to resolve a dicultad ..."
- "is not trying to avoid it," he interrupted me .- I have also read Noel Clarasó, but do not think he had been referred to as "difficulties "a cannibalistic undead. Michel faced
perfectly
the vehicle at the entrance to the parking lot and stopped him leaving the engine idling. The Little Marta was watching us through the ventilation grilles located above the gate. Others reported our arrival with excitement. Would be prepared to give way as soon as we have an opportunity, and like all opportunities, always arrive earlier if oneself who is looking for him.
dead The little I was not taking it easy, so I decided to stir him up a bit. I took the right hand through the hole in the window and patted the hood of the minivan trying to encourage the youth not be blown off course name to reach me.
"I'll go to help my partner said .- grabbing a bat in the back seat.
"No, concentrate on driving. "I replied" If I see a hurry do not put a foot on the ground.
When young to be started to surround the car in my search, I pulled the door handle of the car and leaving the anchor is dropped off. The closed kept holding him from the inside with the lever. When little undead came up to me like a madman rushed to the door by throwing a pitiful snort. Flexing both legs pushed the door with all my strength, it burst open throwing back the undead on the road.
I got out of the van jumped out and brandishing steel pipe gave no option to join the little monster, he smashed the head of a coup. One down, was another. The remainder unnamed high was moving toward me with giant steps, a stride of hers were one and a half of mine and seemed determined to get me. Who knows if to avenge the death of his congener or just obeying their most primal instincts.
walked briskly back to remove more best of the gates of the park. Now I was the only thing on their tiny reptilian brain. Precariously launched a blow that could intercept the pipe. The pipe almost shot out of in my hands after the coup. I could hardly conceive of the idea, but that monster was strong, much stronger than me. He tried to hold on with both claws, leaping to the side could dodge their onslaught and hit him with all my strength in the stomach with the barrel, but even it was just a hair. That was getting really ugly. I could never imagine that one of those stupid things and have capacity to combat shaky.
The undead continued his attack by throwing a punch after another without finding nothing but air between their claws. His arms were very long, but fortunately not too well known to use. Dodge was not difficult at all if not for the lungs burned into my chest and heart threatened to jump out through the mouth.
was an exhausting task, but gradually went away more and more input, until it was finally far enough.
- NOW! OPEN THE DOOR! Michel cried through the walkie. Little Marta
hurried to obey, aided by his father turned the door and when he was sufficiently ajar, Michel finally started and introduced the vehicle in park. Just then, the huge unnamed hesitated before he felt a sudden movement behind him and turned for a moment giving me back. That would be his last error. So the pipe firmly and a blistering surge of adrenaline ran through my veins with all my heart when he struck a powerful two-handed sword in the neck.
The pipe slipped from my fingers and fell to the floor dripping with the body of that nameless, finally plunged into complete silence. I ran
taking heart of grace and when I crossed the doorway of the gate and immediately heard closed behind me with a blow that resounded loud echo throughout the park.
was all over at last. Michel
Saturday, July 1, 2006
Belly Line Laser Hair Removal Cost
Who was it? Homecoming
5 senses had placed on the wheel. We walked down that avenue was once a great pedestrian street with a slowness that was exasperating, but we could not afford to have haste. As I imagined, not every trace of life in 20 blocks around flocked to the ground zero of our vengeance. On the one hand it is possible that our skyscrapers around seeing a lot more freedom, but then was significantly hinder our return. The
had left, right, and everywhere where Muhammad gave the three voices, most of them migrated with amazing tenacity to where their instinct tells them. Precisely the place from which we returned. Almost all the streets were crowded with nomads, the roads were almost impassable.
continually improvise new routes we had to return to constantly find bottlenecks that would not let us go further. Some because of abandoned vehicles, sometimes because the streets were cut, but most times come across the face with the rights protesters of the nameless. Events with the solidarity that we would rather not.
It had been about 15 minutes after we separated from our colleagues in the van. At this stage and at home would be extremely distressed by not knowing anything of us, especially after hearing the explosion that caused terrible. Surely would be imagining the worst. Had the walkie reconnected, but I returned rather than static, although we were not in coverage.
"Sure must be worried. Natalia must be climbing the walls, sure, my friend commented with resignation.
"And he's crazy enough to search again. -Add - Do not worry, as we are close enough we can talk to them on the walkie.
could not get out of my head just told me what Michel. The diesel does not burn at room temperature. According to him, if you throw a lit cigarette butt into a drum of diesel, This will shut down without ever turning on the fuel. It was something that was not willing to check, but trusted his word. Not sure if that feature is something that diesel is on everyone's lips but I did not know and given my background I was strange not to have fallen into such detail.
In fact, I remember that during my troubled teen had ever made a firebomb with diesel, we used only gasoline. Motor oil, gasoline, tar, gasoline, gasoline-melting wax, soap, gasoline, gasoline-gel ... Heck, a young man could recite the "manual of the little bastard" from memory and never have I come to realize that gasoil word rarely uttered.
The thing was clear, what was in the bottles I put in the trunk of my car was not oil, if not petrol. However I was quite sure I introduced oil in them, took the deposit of a TDI that was in the parking lot of our block, there could be nothing if not the owner was completely stupid. And he was sure that I chose (now that was a completely wrong choice) by not wasting diesel fuel, we would need as much as we had to escape from the city. It was clear, there could be another explanation.
- Who did it? I wondered to myself in quietly lost in my thoughts.
- What?
"Someone changed the oil in the bottles before we left. - I played - I thought nobody had seen me put them in my car, but it is obvious that someone knew or imagined that I meant something else.
- There could be more obvious that supported the thesis that "my friend. - Did you discuss it with someone?
"Of course not, no one wanted to intrude on this. "I replied.
was silent for a moment. Michel took two corners and fold back east on a narrow lane and dirty but free of the presence not dead, we were not away.
could not get it out of his head. Who could it be? Natalia Michel and no, that would be safe. To have imagined what I meant, I would put his head under water until I remove the idea from your head until she stopped kicking. But then ... suddenly it was clear. It could not be someone else, but then ... Why?
"We're very close," said my companion, breaking the calm.
"Yes, perhaps sufficiently answered by turning the Waki.
The small device began to crackle with power. Although he returned no more than a thick layer of noise and parasites but as we approached a slight galvanic voice began to be discernible after static. -***
chel, Conrad Conte *** *** *** Me, Where is ***, please reply *** est concerns, answer.
As we approached the voice of small Marta became more intelligible. Would soon be in coverage.
"I hear you, we're fine, we get from time to time, do you hear? "I said through the small device with the hope that we were already close enough to satisfy the limitations of that toy.
-Conrad, are you okay? Where the hell you had you been? Where have you gone? What was that explosion? "Little Martha seemed to burst into tears.
"We're well, we took a detour through that ... I thought I had seen that more survivors, lied to a sarcastic look on my partner - The explosion also have heard, must have been close but we have no idea that there may be been. Do others have already arrived?, Have arrived safely?
"Yes, for 10 minutes, we are all good we can be, although almost kill us with fright, said a new voice was heard over the airwaves, it was our new partner, speaking on the other walkie probably also a bundle of nerves. It was a relief to know them. Michel
turned south at the next crossing, which took us directly overlooking the street parking on our block, we were so close to home that we could almost touch it with the fingertips.
"Great, get ready to open the door, get in 10 seconds.
-Conrad, we have a problem, "said the little voice contorted Marta - When removing the gates to let in the van, two of those freaks saw us and come over here, right now we have next door.
MIERRRRDA .... It was what we needed and now can not open up. A deafening roar
5 senses had placed on the wheel. We walked down that avenue was once a great pedestrian street with a slowness that was exasperating, but we could not afford to have haste. As I imagined, not every trace of life in 20 blocks around flocked to the ground zero of our vengeance. On the one hand it is possible that our skyscrapers around seeing a lot more freedom, but then was significantly hinder our return. The
had left, right, and everywhere where Muhammad gave the three voices, most of them migrated with amazing tenacity to where their instinct tells them. Precisely the place from which we returned. Almost all the streets were crowded with nomads, the roads were almost impassable.
continually improvise new routes we had to return to constantly find bottlenecks that would not let us go further. Some because of abandoned vehicles, sometimes because the streets were cut, but most times come across the face with the rights protesters of the nameless. Events with the solidarity that we would rather not.
It had been about 15 minutes after we separated from our colleagues in the van. At this stage and at home would be extremely distressed by not knowing anything of us, especially after hearing the explosion that caused terrible. Surely would be imagining the worst. Had the walkie reconnected, but I returned rather than static, although we were not in coverage.
"Sure must be worried. Natalia must be climbing the walls, sure, my friend commented with resignation.
"And he's crazy enough to search again. -Add - Do not worry, as we are close enough we can talk to them on the walkie.
could not get out of my head just told me what Michel. The diesel does not burn at room temperature. According to him, if you throw a lit cigarette butt into a drum of diesel, This will shut down without ever turning on the fuel. It was something that was not willing to check, but trusted his word. Not sure if that feature is something that diesel is on everyone's lips but I did not know and given my background I was strange not to have fallen into such detail.
In fact, I remember that during my troubled teen had ever made a firebomb with diesel, we used only gasoline. Motor oil, gasoline, tar, gasoline, gasoline-melting wax, soap, gasoline, gasoline-gel ... Heck, a young man could recite the "manual of the little bastard" from memory and never have I come to realize that gasoil word rarely uttered.
The thing was clear, what was in the bottles I put in the trunk of my car was not oil, if not petrol. However I was quite sure I introduced oil in them, took the deposit of a TDI that was in the parking lot of our block, there could be nothing if not the owner was completely stupid. And he was sure that I chose (now that was a completely wrong choice) by not wasting diesel fuel, we would need as much as we had to escape from the city. It was clear, there could be another explanation.
- Who did it? I wondered to myself in quietly lost in my thoughts.
- What?
"Someone changed the oil in the bottles before we left. - I played - I thought nobody had seen me put them in my car, but it is obvious that someone knew or imagined that I meant something else.
- There could be more obvious that supported the thesis that "my friend. - Did you discuss it with someone?
"Of course not, no one wanted to intrude on this. "I replied.
was silent for a moment. Michel took two corners and fold back east on a narrow lane and dirty but free of the presence not dead, we were not away.
could not get it out of his head. Who could it be? Natalia Michel and no, that would be safe. To have imagined what I meant, I would put his head under water until I remove the idea from your head until she stopped kicking. But then ... suddenly it was clear. It could not be someone else, but then ... Why?
"We're very close," said my companion, breaking the calm.
"Yes, perhaps sufficiently answered by turning the Waki.
The small device began to crackle with power. Although he returned no more than a thick layer of noise and parasites but as we approached a slight galvanic voice began to be discernible after static. -***
chel, Conrad Conte *** *** *** Me, Where is ***, please reply *** est concerns, answer.
As we approached the voice of small Marta became more intelligible. Would soon be in coverage.
"I hear you, we're fine, we get from time to time, do you hear? "I said through the small device with the hope that we were already close enough to satisfy the limitations of that toy.
-Conrad, are you okay? Where the hell you had you been? Where have you gone? What was that explosion? "Little Martha seemed to burst into tears.
"We're well, we took a detour through that ... I thought I had seen that more survivors, lied to a sarcastic look on my partner - The explosion also have heard, must have been close but we have no idea that there may be been. Do others have already arrived?, Have arrived safely?
"Yes, for 10 minutes, we are all good we can be, although almost kill us with fright, said a new voice was heard over the airwaves, it was our new partner, speaking on the other walkie probably also a bundle of nerves. It was a relief to know them. Michel
turned south at the next crossing, which took us directly overlooking the street parking on our block, we were so close to home that we could almost touch it with the fingertips.
"Great, get ready to open the door, get in 10 seconds.
-Conrad, we have a problem, "said the little voice contorted Marta - When removing the gates to let in the van, two of those freaks saw us and come over here, right now we have next door.
MIERRRRDA .... It was what we needed and now can not open up. A deafening roar
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)