gigalol @ 2006-02-28T19: 12:00
already had a few days without picking up the notebook, and I see that Maria wrote down everything so I could not at the time.
Things are quiet around here, since we have not stopped, we have been shooting through the roof the whole rotten food (frozen, almost all fruit and vegetables and fresh meat and fish) and taking stock of provisions available. We have fifty thousand cans and jars of preserved varied between fish, legumes, fruits in syrup and olives, a few hundred liters olive oil and vegetable and seven liters of bottled water. Also we have a few hundred liters of milk without lapse, but I know that will spend it right away.
So far so good, I worry a little of the vitamins, I do not want to knock your teeth at me scurvy. We checked and secured all doors and windows, so I think we stand a good season in here.
really think that our situation is privileged. We have food and drink, love drug, plus a really safe place. I can not help feeling guilty about all those people to contact my brother on the Internet at the time, many were besieged in their own flats with no way out to the street or to defend if these zombies were found ... I hope you are all well, especially that Galician cat. Also I remember Pedro and Claudio, and hopefully come to fruition and saved that girl from Pamplona.
what else to tell ... well yes, Immaculate has been giving us something to use firearms to Maria and me, without wasting ammo clear, spare us. We have about 90 or 100 rounds of 5.56 for the 3 Cetmar G who brought them, and some 9mm pistol for Inman. Actually, hopefully not having to use them up in a long time.
The boy, Alfredo, God forgive me, but it is a piece of donkey shit does not stop a single minute, it seems not to behave, or do not want. How are you women do not care shorter, I'll give you a spanking, what the hell.
I made very good friends with Carla, age are quite similar, and we've gotten along since we were safe. Maria seems to have made friends with Elena, it has only two years older than her. With the others still have had little treatment except Inma, which is quite a character.
Well, shut the tome this for today.
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Friday, February 24, 2006
My Heart Suddenly Starts To Beat Faster
gigalol @ 2006 - 02-24T13: 23:00
I'm Maria. Janus is not well, and rereading this I see not finished writing how we got here. Continue from your last entry. Janus
hit the gas in the direction of the left by the road leading to the highway direction Zaragoza, I did not understand where I wanted to go, perhaps to throw off the dead living, so I thought at the moment. But after a few seconds came back to turn right into parking huge: Sabeco hypermarket.
continued accelerating and more undead crushing under the wheels, the front of the truck began to suffer a harsh and continuous noise began to be heard. I looked in the mirror, and saw and hundreds appear behind us following us reeling.
With a screech, Janus stopped near the front as we cried we started to climb into the cab and from there to the roof of the building. We did as we said, but then something happened in the rear. Ana Violeta away when I was up to the cabin, subject Violet ankle and she fell in turn, starting to fight. The others could not stand to separate them, I had already climbed to the roof and was helping to raise the package, and Janus, medium body pulled out of the window to climb into the cockpit. Finally, we were all on the roof screaming for a stop once and they kept hitting and clawing, until Violet trying to escape the blows of Ana jumped out the back, and Anne followed her. They had forgotten where they were ... nothing but fall, the faces of rabies contracted in grimaces of terror and began to scream and whine when a dozen of those walking dead pounced on them. They were still shouting for several minutes, apparently those guys do not know how to kill quickly. When completed the "show" we decided to pick the lock and enter the supermarket.
Inman, a young policeman who was with them, lightly said "we will be better without those two were always fighting and sneaking out of work" So are we now
Carla, Inma, Eva was fruit, Mercedes, an old lady I was already retired when all this happened, Elena, a girl that looks scary and fragile than just talk, the boy, Alfredo, Janus and myself.
I'm Maria. Janus is not well, and rereading this I see not finished writing how we got here. Continue from your last entry. Janus
hit the gas in the direction of the left by the road leading to the highway direction Zaragoza, I did not understand where I wanted to go, perhaps to throw off the dead living, so I thought at the moment. But after a few seconds came back to turn right into parking huge: Sabeco hypermarket.
continued accelerating and more undead crushing under the wheels, the front of the truck began to suffer a harsh and continuous noise began to be heard. I looked in the mirror, and saw and hundreds appear behind us following us reeling.
With a screech, Janus stopped near the front as we cried we started to climb into the cab and from there to the roof of the building. We did as we said, but then something happened in the rear. Ana Violeta away when I was up to the cabin, subject Violet ankle and she fell in turn, starting to fight. The others could not stand to separate them, I had already climbed to the roof and was helping to raise the package, and Janus, medium body pulled out of the window to climb into the cockpit. Finally, we were all on the roof screaming for a stop once and they kept hitting and clawing, until Violet trying to escape the blows of Ana jumped out the back, and Anne followed her. They had forgotten where they were ... nothing but fall, the faces of rabies contracted in grimaces of terror and began to scream and whine when a dozen of those walking dead pounced on them. They were still shouting for several minutes, apparently those guys do not know how to kill quickly. When completed the "show" we decided to pick the lock and enter the supermarket.
Inman, a young policeman who was with them, lightly said "we will be better without those two were always fighting and sneaking out of work" So are we now
Carla, Inma, Eva was fruit, Mercedes, an old lady I was already retired when all this happened, Elena, a girl that looks scary and fragile than just talk, the boy, Alfredo, Janus and myself.
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Poultry Farming In India
gigalol @ 2006-02-21T21: 00:00
God, I was unconscious after writing everything that happened, Carla, who is or was a nurse told me that is typical and natural for people who have been under severe emotional pressure for a long time, In fact, I woke up naked and and covered with a blanket ... I preferred not to ask who has taken it off me.
I was telling how we got here, unfortunately the dream, I woke up bloated and a little sick, so, some things are a bit confusing in my mind, but after talking with Mary and the other has left me lighter. So, after reading what I wrote before I got collapsed, continued.
lined up the bus to the variant, we were still crushing heads lentorros such as pumpkins, but I had no illusions, each collision with one of those bodies reduced the useful life of the truck, so I reduced speed, squashed under the wheels was enough .. We approached to the barracks.
I began to envision a Spain flag waving frantically in one of the balconies, so I took it and went forward about 10 meters beyond the door that had been torn down. The "piiii piiii" the truck while backing was the only sound, until finally put her ass on the balcony. There were many rotten fence, so to help Maria to climb to the top of the cabin as he passed our packages, including my cat kept meowing protesting snort and discomfort of travel.
Then the tragedy happened, Maria slipped and fell down, I lean right away and I saw that had fallen on one of the rotten I did not know where he had left with which he struggled, did not believe there was immediate danger, wearing the mask kendoka and nibbles of rotten sliding against steel grille. I shouted to endure, it went with her, and kept people wonder why the hell not jump to the balcony box truck. I looked and understood: the box was too low compared to the balcony, and should have gone for something to cushion the fall or to fall. Shit and remierda
, and had nearly a dozen rotten about twenty yards from where it was Maria, so I jumped from the window with the machete in his hand. Nothing else
face smashed down attacking Mary, which stood up as he continued screaming, do not blame her, it's a girl yet and have one of those trying to devour rotting was not to be nice. I brought up the cab again and told him to tuck in a hurry to women in the barracks, bad idea: Maria with all the good faith of the world drives the horn twice, before realizing his mistake and look at me terrified face. All the fucking zombies that we have seen, now if we would have heard, and nothing but climb back to the cabin and sit in the driver's seat I saw them: hundreds, maybe thousands who were to be in the area of Mount St. George and the Hospital began to emerge from the trees, stand between us and our way to the bank. Look in the mirror left finally had coordinated and had thrown two mattresses in the back, a couple of rotten beat down the doors of the cabin, but they were solid, that thing was the civil version of a military truck and heavy duty punches endure some rotten.
all women finally down mattresses, threw their arms to the mattress and went down to a pace that I felt like my very slow. "Did not realize what was up to us? The route to the bank on our right, threatened with extinction ... I pressed the accelerator and turned left. Living
God, I was unconscious after writing everything that happened, Carla, who is or was a nurse told me that is typical and natural for people who have been under severe emotional pressure for a long time, In fact, I woke up naked and and covered with a blanket ... I preferred not to ask who has taken it off me.
I was telling how we got here, unfortunately the dream, I woke up bloated and a little sick, so, some things are a bit confusing in my mind, but after talking with Mary and the other has left me lighter. So, after reading what I wrote before I got collapsed, continued.
lined up the bus to the variant, we were still crushing heads lentorros such as pumpkins, but I had no illusions, each collision with one of those bodies reduced the useful life of the truck, so I reduced speed, squashed under the wheels was enough .. We approached to the barracks.
I began to envision a Spain flag waving frantically in one of the balconies, so I took it and went forward about 10 meters beyond the door that had been torn down. The "piiii piiii" the truck while backing was the only sound, until finally put her ass on the balcony. There were many rotten fence, so to help Maria to climb to the top of the cabin as he passed our packages, including my cat kept meowing protesting snort and discomfort of travel.
Then the tragedy happened, Maria slipped and fell down, I lean right away and I saw that had fallen on one of the rotten I did not know where he had left with which he struggled, did not believe there was immediate danger, wearing the mask kendoka and nibbles of rotten sliding against steel grille. I shouted to endure, it went with her, and kept people wonder why the hell not jump to the balcony box truck. I looked and understood: the box was too low compared to the balcony, and should have gone for something to cushion the fall or to fall. Shit and remierda
, and had nearly a dozen rotten about twenty yards from where it was Maria, so I jumped from the window with the machete in his hand. Nothing else
face smashed down attacking Mary, which stood up as he continued screaming, do not blame her, it's a girl yet and have one of those trying to devour rotting was not to be nice. I brought up the cab again and told him to tuck in a hurry to women in the barracks, bad idea: Maria with all the good faith of the world drives the horn twice, before realizing his mistake and look at me terrified face. All the fucking zombies that we have seen, now if we would have heard, and nothing but climb back to the cabin and sit in the driver's seat I saw them: hundreds, maybe thousands who were to be in the area of Mount St. George and the Hospital began to emerge from the trees, stand between us and our way to the bank. Look in the mirror left finally had coordinated and had thrown two mattresses in the back, a couple of rotten beat down the doors of the cabin, but they were solid, that thing was the civil version of a military truck and heavy duty punches endure some rotten.
all women finally down mattresses, threw their arms to the mattress and went down to a pace that I felt like my very slow. "Did not realize what was up to us? The route to the bank on our right, threatened with extinction ... I pressed the accelerator and turned left. Living
Monday, February 20, 2006
How Much Money Does A Server Make
gigalol @ 2006-02-20T16: 03:00
. Live
miracle.
But alive.
I left my last day in my house, with notes and recommendations if someone behind our arrival there, after placing a savannah on the front warning that there was no people alive but that the keys were on the door. Now write a book of accounts, payment book, it is called.
Live, I can not even believe.
summarize quickly as we did, before the exhaustion I can and I fell asleep on the floor of marble.
I had been distressed by the situation of women in the barracks, and there was something else, wanted to return to listen to another person, and Maria also wanted.
"Hello? Hello? you are there?
"Hi! Are you Alex? "A grateful voice, perhaps even relieved to hear from new people alive
" Yeah, hey, I've been thinking to do to leave a a truly secure site.
"Tell us if we can help you with something
" The doors of the Bank of Spain were in place?
"When we go if it had sealed against possible looting by rioters, much remained in office supplies and stuff I think.
"Okay ... see, I want you to do counts of weapons and ammunition, foodstuffs, medicines, anything useful that we believe may be missing, and I will come back tonight informs my plan are we?
"Okay, here we are very excited with the idea, but goes wrong ... you have to try
"Yes, that's ... well, then we talk, are 20:00, at 22:30 conectadla again.
I cut the radio and went with Maria to my basement, I opened a cupboard and there was what first need to free all of those possible rabid bite. Two complete sets of kendo armor of my brother.
What fools we were, if Julian had taken one of these posts, that fucking zombie bite the pharmacy would have slipped, and still would be with us ... If we had agreed ... I gave Maria a military uniform that gave us our cousin's Mill after almost 10 years ago and we never put on leave small, under wearing a tracksuit pants, then you adjust military boots, and finally the armor: I adjusted it the C on his chest, just enough to breathe on the run, I weighed when placing the tare, the protection of thighs, and finally chose to prevent rather than cure, teaching and put them on my later, the kote for the forearms placed just prior to us leaving our "safe zone" I particularly want to have freedom of movement, and Men, likewise, need not have limited vision of time.
Maria said looking at me: "Hahahaha
-Que pasa?
-You should see ... these very funny
If I am I do not care if I say that a clown costume gives me immunity to mad now start looking for a ...
remained the subject of weapons. I wanted it to be light, better bring something useful that three of whom two are dead weight. Maria taught two strokes saber simple but effective: to amputate limbs and stab directly in the face, and I trust my brother's katana. Now I was not really useful weapon, and knew I needed something to handle, so jumping the fence of the garden and going home to my neighbors, I began to rummage in a shop in his garage looking for something useful. And I found it: an iron bar of about one hundred inches, flat.
closed the door for sound being organized mess, and started the job. Cut below the grinder to make a "handle" tough and true counterweight. Then begin to get an edge on the horn iron, sweat rivers I ran to the side when I was satisfied with the result, sharp on both sides, but without being like a razor cut that would be out with the first punch and blunt (no lunges to get me out of trouble). Handy and heavy, had to win to catch the first rabid monkey to make him pay for my brother.
Watch the clock on my wrist, I had done very late, almost 22:40, and I there, I wrapped my new acquisition in a plastic bag and go to my house back in the garden. I was afraid that the girls in the barracks that I had to think long without them and had been disconnected ... Blessed girl: Maria if he had been attentive, and at 22:30 o'clock had apparently turned on the radio for at least tell you that then I would put myself. Then came
when I told them everything cogieran utility and be prepared next to a window on the first floor balcony, which could come straight from the door without turning or maneuvering and hang a sheet visible red or something there to see clearly. I cut as I had assured me that I had understood.
Maria and I started to make bags, two of the large, rambling, full of canned food and drugs, each about twelve kilos, Maria has assured me that can handle it, said that the institution had almost same books and notebooks. After Trotsky put in Transporting, would not have to put into them at the last minute.
I went to the end of the block of flats where my house (was) and looked through the gate. In the moonlight he saw at least a hundred of these bastards wandering from one place to another, had not noticed me yet. I went down and took the treasure he had found in home of another of my neighbors: a bag about three or four kilos of firecrackers, rockets and stuff. I put a couple of sheets of newspaper inside the bag and throw it with all my strength. Fell nearly 10 feet, not bad for for so long without exercise ... Then some rabid turned toward the package, but still had a free hand to continue with the plan. Meti one of the rockets, which had previously released three in the bag, a thin plastic tubing, with the wick coming out behind, and turned it on, but I nearly fainted when I could not find his lighter.
I aimed carefully and the rocket went through a sour whiff of smoke ... and not failed, but the plastic bag he deflected projectile exploded five meters away from the explosion and drawing with colored lights at least rotten of 100 meters around ... and began to complicate, started moving around the bag, blocking the firing line, and I were just two rockets. It gave me an anxiety attack, I had to do something for them to keep away from the bag bitch, I had to do, had to do it NOW. Miraculously, I thought of one thing: if they had gone to the rocket that still sparkled, and so I piled front of the bag, was to shoot another in the opposite direction to them to keep away from her ... good, or so I dictated my logic spurred by the pressing need.
With a trembling hand for the second rocket ignition nerves, and threw it down the street ... I followed the trail of smoke with a look, hopefully ... and do not let me down, it still made more noise and may direct his attention towards him and began to move again ... It was my second chance to make things right, I put a new rocket in the tube, I concentrated on the bag, I mentally isolate the groans of the rotten that I ought to have been finally, the taste of gunpowder in the air, itching in my eyes from the smoke, and fired. The
rocket came in with a buzz inside the bag is stuck ... and nothing happened. Well, nothing happened at that moment, I'm the face as a meal when he suddenly began to jump rockets, firecrackers explode everywhere jumping on rooftops and balconies of nearby buildings ... and where I was myself, pull the tube to the ground and started to jump the gates with a heart about to explode from the effort. Maria comes next with his tongue out, and with that mess behind me in a rabid miles would begin to move into there ... began to expect, we gave 10 minutes for the road to our first target to clear.
23:30. hummed rockets and exploding, some dry trees had taken root in the lack of irrigation, increasing the source of distraction, even an open window I walk into a block of flats, and had begun to burn, I hope, or want to believe that nobody there ... I peered through binoculars, otée down the street and up the street, on the other side of the block of flats, were rotting in the distance that the missiles were headed toward the noise attracted, via free, we set off. The bitch
race without stopping, each with a backpack and also me with the cat in your transporter in the hump. We get the shotgun just in case, and had no desire to use. Maria was wearing kendo mask on, I had attached to the side because even needed to see for Last thing. And finally the moonlight we saw our goal of a work truck, open box and high shaft that was in the works behind the barracks. Yalrededor the truck, a half dozen that have been rotting and are turned towards us. Shit.
Mary screamed to be put behind me, unwrap my gift of welcome to those bastards, and when three or four of them have banded together to prevent the passage, threw me a shout on the mass of rotting flesh. This did not expect the fucking bastards who used to flee their victims. The demolition as the bowling pins. One has been up and pounces on me, you over the head and blood spattering brains, but I do not care, nothing matters to me, Maria is running and opens the door of the truck pulling up to the cabin and leaving in his backpack loaded. I still dispatching such shit, I do fast, others have seen us and head to here.
is difficult to crack down loaded to the eyebrows of tin cans and a cat that continues to turn in his box and me off balance. Finally I arrived at the cabin too, as there are some rotten to ten or twelve yards, just in time for ours. I put my bag next to the maria, I say that will load the gun and the shotgun and be ready. I take the ax and struck once, twice ... three times the driver's side ladder to pull it out, I loaded the ax, but he had it, as I climb into the cab I give kicked in the face closer and he shut the door on the other. And now double or nothing ... to the bridge. Echo closing the door to not open in a careless, I take the knife and I get to find the cables ... I hope to be like in the movies, but this truck will be our grave. Why the hell not occur to me I go to the truck and pick up Maria in? now I have the death penalty if the shit ... I finally find the wiring, fingers cut hair ... "I'll be doing good? Be pure fantasy writers? God it's true that you can boot this way ... What if no battery? How not occurred to me that? As I have been so gili? Finally, a deep roar, and a general tremor I indicated that they had started. I had it! Now we just need to know how would that change gears ... did not seem complicated, but did not want cargarmelo. After two attempts and had already amassed a dozen idiots around the truck, jump forward with a jolt, opening the head three or four shit, the engine has stopped, and we left the barracks.
. Live
miracle.
But alive.
I left my last day in my house, with notes and recommendations if someone behind our arrival there, after placing a savannah on the front warning that there was no people alive but that the keys were on the door. Now write a book of accounts, payment book, it is called.
Live, I can not even believe.
summarize quickly as we did, before the exhaustion I can and I fell asleep on the floor of marble.
I had been distressed by the situation of women in the barracks, and there was something else, wanted to return to listen to another person, and Maria also wanted.
"Hello? Hello? you are there?
"Hi! Are you Alex? "A grateful voice, perhaps even relieved to hear from new people alive
" Yeah, hey, I've been thinking to do to leave a a truly secure site.
"Tell us if we can help you with something
" The doors of the Bank of Spain were in place?
"When we go if it had sealed against possible looting by rioters, much remained in office supplies and stuff I think.
"Okay ... see, I want you to do counts of weapons and ammunition, foodstuffs, medicines, anything useful that we believe may be missing, and I will come back tonight informs my plan are we?
"Okay, here we are very excited with the idea, but goes wrong ... you have to try
"Yes, that's ... well, then we talk, are 20:00, at 22:30 conectadla again.
I cut the radio and went with Maria to my basement, I opened a cupboard and there was what first need to free all of those possible rabid bite. Two complete sets of kendo armor of my brother.
What fools we were, if Julian had taken one of these posts, that fucking zombie bite the pharmacy would have slipped, and still would be with us ... If we had agreed ... I gave Maria a military uniform that gave us our cousin's Mill after almost 10 years ago and we never put on leave small, under wearing a tracksuit pants, then you adjust military boots, and finally the armor: I adjusted it the C on his chest, just enough to breathe on the run, I weighed when placing the tare, the protection of thighs, and finally chose to prevent rather than cure, teaching and put them on my later, the kote for the forearms placed just prior to us leaving our "safe zone" I particularly want to have freedom of movement, and Men, likewise, need not have limited vision of time.
Maria said looking at me: "Hahahaha
-Que pasa?
-You should see ... these very funny
If I am I do not care if I say that a clown costume gives me immunity to mad now start looking for a ...
remained the subject of weapons. I wanted it to be light, better bring something useful that three of whom two are dead weight. Maria taught two strokes saber simple but effective: to amputate limbs and stab directly in the face, and I trust my brother's katana. Now I was not really useful weapon, and knew I needed something to handle, so jumping the fence of the garden and going home to my neighbors, I began to rummage in a shop in his garage looking for something useful. And I found it: an iron bar of about one hundred inches, flat.
closed the door for sound being organized mess, and started the job. Cut below the grinder to make a "handle" tough and true counterweight. Then begin to get an edge on the horn iron, sweat rivers I ran to the side when I was satisfied with the result, sharp on both sides, but without being like a razor cut that would be out with the first punch and blunt (no lunges to get me out of trouble). Handy and heavy, had to win to catch the first rabid monkey to make him pay for my brother.
Watch the clock on my wrist, I had done very late, almost 22:40, and I there, I wrapped my new acquisition in a plastic bag and go to my house back in the garden. I was afraid that the girls in the barracks that I had to think long without them and had been disconnected ... Blessed girl: Maria if he had been attentive, and at 22:30 o'clock had apparently turned on the radio for at least tell you that then I would put myself. Then came
when I told them everything cogieran utility and be prepared next to a window on the first floor balcony, which could come straight from the door without turning or maneuvering and hang a sheet visible red or something there to see clearly. I cut as I had assured me that I had understood.
Maria and I started to make bags, two of the large, rambling, full of canned food and drugs, each about twelve kilos, Maria has assured me that can handle it, said that the institution had almost same books and notebooks. After Trotsky put in Transporting, would not have to put into them at the last minute.
I went to the end of the block of flats where my house (was) and looked through the gate. In the moonlight he saw at least a hundred of these bastards wandering from one place to another, had not noticed me yet. I went down and took the treasure he had found in home of another of my neighbors: a bag about three or four kilos of firecrackers, rockets and stuff. I put a couple of sheets of newspaper inside the bag and throw it with all my strength. Fell nearly 10 feet, not bad for for so long without exercise ... Then some rabid turned toward the package, but still had a free hand to continue with the plan. Meti one of the rockets, which had previously released three in the bag, a thin plastic tubing, with the wick coming out behind, and turned it on, but I nearly fainted when I could not find his lighter.
I aimed carefully and the rocket went through a sour whiff of smoke ... and not failed, but the plastic bag he deflected projectile exploded five meters away from the explosion and drawing with colored lights at least rotten of 100 meters around ... and began to complicate, started moving around the bag, blocking the firing line, and I were just two rockets. It gave me an anxiety attack, I had to do something for them to keep away from the bag bitch, I had to do, had to do it NOW. Miraculously, I thought of one thing: if they had gone to the rocket that still sparkled, and so I piled front of the bag, was to shoot another in the opposite direction to them to keep away from her ... good, or so I dictated my logic spurred by the pressing need.
With a trembling hand for the second rocket ignition nerves, and threw it down the street ... I followed the trail of smoke with a look, hopefully ... and do not let me down, it still made more noise and may direct his attention towards him and began to move again ... It was my second chance to make things right, I put a new rocket in the tube, I concentrated on the bag, I mentally isolate the groans of the rotten that I ought to have been finally, the taste of gunpowder in the air, itching in my eyes from the smoke, and fired. The
rocket came in with a buzz inside the bag is stuck ... and nothing happened. Well, nothing happened at that moment, I'm the face as a meal when he suddenly began to jump rockets, firecrackers explode everywhere jumping on rooftops and balconies of nearby buildings ... and where I was myself, pull the tube to the ground and started to jump the gates with a heart about to explode from the effort. Maria comes next with his tongue out, and with that mess behind me in a rabid miles would begin to move into there ... began to expect, we gave 10 minutes for the road to our first target to clear.
23:30. hummed rockets and exploding, some dry trees had taken root in the lack of irrigation, increasing the source of distraction, even an open window I walk into a block of flats, and had begun to burn, I hope, or want to believe that nobody there ... I peered through binoculars, otée down the street and up the street, on the other side of the block of flats, were rotting in the distance that the missiles were headed toward the noise attracted, via free, we set off. The bitch
race without stopping, each with a backpack and also me with the cat in your transporter in the hump. We get the shotgun just in case, and had no desire to use. Maria was wearing kendo mask on, I had attached to the side because even needed to see for Last thing. And finally the moonlight we saw our goal of a work truck, open box and high shaft that was in the works behind the barracks. Yalrededor the truck, a half dozen that have been rotting and are turned towards us. Shit.
Mary screamed to be put behind me, unwrap my gift of welcome to those bastards, and when three or four of them have banded together to prevent the passage, threw me a shout on the mass of rotting flesh. This did not expect the fucking bastards who used to flee their victims. The demolition as the bowling pins. One has been up and pounces on me, you over the head and blood spattering brains, but I do not care, nothing matters to me, Maria is running and opens the door of the truck pulling up to the cabin and leaving in his backpack loaded. I still dispatching such shit, I do fast, others have seen us and head to here.
is difficult to crack down loaded to the eyebrows of tin cans and a cat that continues to turn in his box and me off balance. Finally I arrived at the cabin too, as there are some rotten to ten or twelve yards, just in time for ours. I put my bag next to the maria, I say that will load the gun and the shotgun and be ready. I take the ax and struck once, twice ... three times the driver's side ladder to pull it out, I loaded the ax, but he had it, as I climb into the cab I give kicked in the face closer and he shut the door on the other. And now double or nothing ... to the bridge. Echo closing the door to not open in a careless, I take the knife and I get to find the cables ... I hope to be like in the movies, but this truck will be our grave. Why the hell not occur to me I go to the truck and pick up Maria in? now I have the death penalty if the shit ... I finally find the wiring, fingers cut hair ... "I'll be doing good? Be pure fantasy writers? God it's true that you can boot this way ... What if no battery? How not occurred to me that? As I have been so gili? Finally, a deep roar, and a general tremor I indicated that they had started. I had it! Now we just need to know how would that change gears ... did not seem complicated, but did not want cargarmelo. After two attempts and had already amassed a dozen idiots around the truck, jump forward with a jolt, opening the head three or four shit, the engine has stopped, and we left the barracks.
Friday, February 17, 2006
Everclear Alcohol California
make that gamble double or nothing, that was my fucking and wondrous plan, if I won that bet against myself we would have for us a completely safe place, if it failed ... well, I preferred not to think about it.
I explained to Maria the details of my plan, I asked that any weak point, any piece of the puzzle that did not fit tell me ... and did so lucky, because my plan into water for almost a dozen points.
For starters, the fact of how to access the sewer system, and not get lost in it once inside, it was only flat section of the two blocks around the bank, moreover, as to be sure that A) there would be no one else in there and B) would not have fucking zombies inside, of course think that we could not take all provisions, which also had to carry my cat, which she did not know to handle a gun and did not plan to teach myself to shoot precisely with those rotten out there.
In short, a perfect plan ... but I have to settle for, and begin to polish. And when it seemed if I could do well ... contacted with the survivors of the barracks. A female voice, tired, with hues of despair arose on the third attempt.
"Hello? you guys are going there ... alo??
"Hello !!!??? Who there there !????
"You are those of the barracks no?
-Si ... a moment who is this? - There was a sound of commotion and excited conversations, and my interlocutor yelling "Girls! there are people on the radio, people VIVA!"
"I'm trapped in Huesca, as you how many stay? "We came here
about eighty people, we are ... we were seven women, and also a small child.
"Only seven??? - I was shocked
" Yes, many of men were caught out when those monsters tore down the fence. Inside we were only women, and yet, although we said we were going to be safe, everyone else except us seven and a man tried to leave the third day ... and well, they failed, "he heard a sob
" Shit, I feel it as you walk to groceries, weapons and stuff? Viveros
rather few, the child's mother gave him his rations to the small, the rest try to eat the least. Weapons if they left us before he left, such as they are called ... rifles or rifles, and ammunition, but we can not use them.
"Listen, I have to save the batteries, inside ... one hour will reopen the channel.
"But turn green? we are glad that there are more people alive.
"If yeah, what's your name?
-Carla Carla
"Well, I am Alexander, at a time to contact you about it again? then turn the radio up better. "Adieu
And so he went to hell my wonderful plan, I could not stop lying to these women there, not after having spoken with them, and if I got into the fucking bank (assuming they live) and would have no way to go out for them. Shit
all. Seven days
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Keloid Removal Home Remedy
Gamble gigalol @ 2006-02-15T13: 34:00
. Seven days to that he wrote in the newspaper, to tell us what had happened to Maria and me. After shuffling
hundreds, thousands of options, and discard all, I started to descend into a state of deep disappointment, these fucking zombies end up going, for sure, in sufficient number to meet in a careless enough with our own, a sound, that they realized the proximity of fresh meat and enter.
However, to combat discouragement and do not fall into inactivity, took the pick and started to record all of my houses I could urbanization jumping from garden to garden. I found just what we imagined, almost no food, a bottle of flowing water, a few drugs, no weapons except some old hunting rifle without ammunition ... anything useful in short ... I collapsed on the leather sofa in one of my neighbors, and one of those associations of ideas that are sometimes came to my aid
"leather sofa, leather well, not imitation "
" and you can afford, often lujazo "
" and no wonder, of Curran this? did not have any real estate scam? "
" Yes, something like that, it occupied the headquarters of the pitch next door ... and recently even going to get anything more than "
" more good than leather, even smells new "
" that was going to take? "
" look that would have pasta the bastard ... this should not be of those who saved in banks "
" banks "
" that would take care
...?" "is now ... did not tell us when he came to ask strutting salt a day had given him the land negociete Bank?? "
" the Bank of Spain fucked like a nuclear bunker ... "
Then I started to record the entire house, every closet, every drawer, every folder, had to have plans, maps, something that, if they would break down had to know how to cast it without charge pipes or I say sewer.
And finally I found it: the map of the underground section of Huesca, with access armored bank's underground and a set of keys to the technicians. Now there was something rather more difficult: knowing how to get there.
. Seven days to that he wrote in the newspaper, to tell us what had happened to Maria and me. After shuffling
hundreds, thousands of options, and discard all, I started to descend into a state of deep disappointment, these fucking zombies end up going, for sure, in sufficient number to meet in a careless enough with our own, a sound, that they realized the proximity of fresh meat and enter.
However, to combat discouragement and do not fall into inactivity, took the pick and started to record all of my houses I could urbanization jumping from garden to garden. I found just what we imagined, almost no food, a bottle of flowing water, a few drugs, no weapons except some old hunting rifle without ammunition ... anything useful in short ... I collapsed on the leather sofa in one of my neighbors, and one of those associations of ideas that are sometimes came to my aid
"leather sofa, leather well, not imitation "
" and you can afford, often lujazo "
" and no wonder, of Curran this? did not have any real estate scam? "
" Yes, something like that, it occupied the headquarters of the pitch next door ... and recently even going to get anything more than "
" more good than leather, even smells new "
" that was going to take? "
" look that would have pasta the bastard ... this should not be of those who saved in banks "
" banks "
" that would take care
...?" "is now ... did not tell us when he came to ask strutting salt a day had given him the land negociete Bank?? "
" the Bank of Spain fucked like a nuclear bunker ... "
Then I started to record the entire house, every closet, every drawer, every folder, had to have plans, maps, something that, if they would break down had to know how to cast it without charge pipes or I say sewer.
And finally I found it: the map of the underground section of Huesca, with access armored bank's underground and a set of keys to the technicians. Now there was something rather more difficult: knowing how to get there.
Friday, February 10, 2006
Line Indentations On Skin
Flashback: three months ago, Huesca.
The last rays of sun fall fast approaching the eaves, two figures dressed in black suit down a car and head for the door. You stop in front and talks to another looking for the keys.
"Well, we're told were not you?
"That told us the Pope's co-worker, that the poisoning were killed while they slept.
- that's something no?
-guess ... I do not fear death, fear the idea of it in most good.
"I never thought that way ... What shall we do with the house?
- Sell it? "Come to us one of the two to live? will have to wait first reading of the will.
"True ... I think they prefer to sell it, I would do weird sleeping in the room where they died.
- why?
"You know ... the fact that someone died there ... I feel bad feeling, just that.
"It was not gruesome, death is in the order of things. And anyway, are not times to go around selling houses because.
"You got that right.
"Well we go in or what?
"Yes, better ...
The last rays of sun fall fast approaching the eaves, two figures dressed in black suit down a car and head for the door. You stop in front and talks to another looking for the keys.
"Well, we're told were not you?
"That told us the Pope's co-worker, that the poisoning were killed while they slept.
- that's something no?
-guess ... I do not fear death, fear the idea of it in most good.
"I never thought that way ... What shall we do with the house?
- Sell it? "Come to us one of the two to live? will have to wait first reading of the will.
"True ... I think they prefer to sell it, I would do weird sleeping in the room where they died.
- why?
"You know ... the fact that someone died there ... I feel bad feeling, just that.
"It was not gruesome, death is in the order of things. And anyway, are not times to go around selling houses because.
"You got that right.
"Well we go in or what?
"Yes, better ...
Tuesday, February 7, 2006
How To Build A Floating-arm Trebuchet
gigalol @ 2006-02-07T23: 51:00
Determined: We outta.
I've been giving a lot of laps, and I also discussed with Maria, is a nice girl, intelligent, and understood my point of view.
now is to decide where to go, the Pyrenees would be a really good idea, fleeing urban centers, where these rotten should be concentrated. This is a problem, I have no idea of the Pyrenees despite having lived here all my life, it is shameful, but true.
Other than that, I shuffled other options, such as barracks near my home but I do not trust these doors sheet and some sections of wall are in poor condition. I also thought of two castles, yes, I said castles, that of Loarre Montearagon and that of Montearagon have rejected right away, try to defend it is like to defend in the desert, is in total ruin. But Loarre ...
Ridley Scott filmed some of his movie there, so I imagine they will be better conditioned ... but what if there are people inside and not let us stay with them?
Questions and more questions, however before long ago two things.
The first, leaving a rather large sheet hanging on the facade of the house, telling where we have gone first, and secondary options.
The second first press the button "talk" walkie and get in touch with the survivors of the mutineers, to see if I can coordinate something with them. I hope not realize they secretly listened before.
Determined: We outta.
I've been giving a lot of laps, and I also discussed with Maria, is a nice girl, intelligent, and understood my point of view.
now is to decide where to go, the Pyrenees would be a really good idea, fleeing urban centers, where these rotten should be concentrated. This is a problem, I have no idea of the Pyrenees despite having lived here all my life, it is shameful, but true.
Other than that, I shuffled other options, such as barracks near my home but I do not trust these doors sheet and some sections of wall are in poor condition. I also thought of two castles, yes, I said castles, that of Loarre Montearagon and that of Montearagon have rejected right away, try to defend it is like to defend in the desert, is in total ruin. But Loarre ...
Ridley Scott filmed some of his movie there, so I imagine they will be better conditioned ... but what if there are people inside and not let us stay with them?
Questions and more questions, however before long ago two things.
The first, leaving a rather large sheet hanging on the facade of the house, telling where we have gone first, and secondary options.
The second first press the button "talk" walkie and get in touch with the survivors of the mutineers, to see if I can coordinate something with them. I hope not realize they secretly listened before.
Salvage Bentley For Sale
gigalol @ 2006-02-07T16: 02:00
We must get out of here soon. I've decided. But an underlying
incognita where to go?
Although I have thought about this a thousand times, it seems to me the options, I still do not know where to go.
Our position seems secure, but it is just an illusion, this community of townhouses have a thousand and one gates, it is impossible to defend with only two people, and will be a matter of time before one of those bastards get access to one of the houses and start walk through the courtyards.
On the other hand, can not stand the stench, is quite simply unbearable, disturbs me much more than their groans, which are somewhat forgettable.
Now I will go to keep an eye on the car engine, to calculate what we can take and consider that I can give to Maria weapon to defend themselves or to escape one of them.
We must get out of here soon. I've decided. But an underlying
incognita where to go?
Although I have thought about this a thousand times, it seems to me the options, I still do not know where to go.
Our position seems secure, but it is just an illusion, this community of townhouses have a thousand and one gates, it is impossible to defend with only two people, and will be a matter of time before one of those bastards get access to one of the houses and start walk through the courtyards.
On the other hand, can not stand the stench, is quite simply unbearable, disturbs me much more than their groans, which are somewhat forgettable.
Now I will go to keep an eye on the car engine, to calculate what we can take and consider that I can give to Maria weapon to defend themselves or to escape one of them.
Saturday, February 4, 2006
Milena Truck Freeones
gigalol @ 2006-02-04T22: 22:00
rewrites, I think now because I really need you, need to throw everything in me somewhere, and Maria barely knows me, so do not be fair to go through that.
We've had two days of intense cold, too intense, and those ruling virtuosos ignore this circumstance, Julian believed that one day free us of them, scientists could not endure Ad Eternam unprocessed material into energy, that is, eating. But there are, wandering around with empty eyes, with those looks lost ... lost until something makes them shot and become ruthless predators.
The radio does not reveal much about the people who rioted, have greatly reduced their communications, and seems to have realized that the shooting attracts more and more. Or they have run out of ammo, who knows. The fact is that these fucking psychopaths are scattered throughout the city, wandering back and forth aimlessly, waiting for any movement.
Rare is the street that now has at least ten or fifteen of those ... Hung "? Fans? Pussy really are? in many cases I had seen amputees dripping members and as usual, which is stupid.
If I were single I guess would take the amount, would load all loadable in the car (cat included) and would come out whistling to anywhere, unless this unbearable feeling of being alone in the world.
But I'm not, I have under my responsibility the life of a child, a girl of 14 years, and I can not fail, I owe, I owe to myself.
Finally, shut the notebook for today, and get to the salon with Maria to see if he wants to talk about something ... Will I remember anything of my youth? That you can speak in such a situation? of the television is not, of course.
rewrites, I think now because I really need you, need to throw everything in me somewhere, and Maria barely knows me, so do not be fair to go through that.
We've had two days of intense cold, too intense, and those ruling virtuosos ignore this circumstance, Julian believed that one day free us of them, scientists could not endure Ad Eternam unprocessed material into energy, that is, eating. But there are, wandering around with empty eyes, with those looks lost ... lost until something makes them shot and become ruthless predators.
The radio does not reveal much about the people who rioted, have greatly reduced their communications, and seems to have realized that the shooting attracts more and more. Or they have run out of ammo, who knows. The fact is that these fucking psychopaths are scattered throughout the city, wandering back and forth aimlessly, waiting for any movement.
Rare is the street that now has at least ten or fifteen of those ... Hung "? Fans? Pussy really are? in many cases I had seen amputees dripping members and as usual, which is stupid.
If I were single I guess would take the amount, would load all loadable in the car (cat included) and would come out whistling to anywhere, unless this unbearable feeling of being alone in the world.
But I'm not, I have under my responsibility the life of a child, a girl of 14 years, and I can not fail, I owe, I owe to myself.
Finally, shut the notebook for today, and get to the salon with Maria to see if he wants to talk about something ... Will I remember anything of my youth? That you can speak in such a situation? of the television is not, of course.
Thursday, February 2, 2006
Difference Between Cockatoo And Parrot
gigalol @ 2006-02-02T23: 41:00
I can not be rewritten, my brother's death has affected me much more than they thought.
these last two days I've been lying in bed, I have not talked to Mary since she came back from that fateful mission ... I've heard moving about the house, even brought me food yesterday, but did not answer. Retype
because it is what he wanted.
do not know what else to tell, I left the room dazed and sleepy, I drink water (the tap still works) and I turned on the walkie to see what happened to the barracks.
Their communications have been greatly reduced, and not shoot them, they have very bad angle shot from the inside and do not want to accidentally break the doors that contain them. The thing has been profitable, saving ammunition and also some cannibals psychopaths have lost interest and dispersed.
Which is bad news for me: I instinctively look out the window, and there, amid the dense fog that should be covering all Oya, I've seen dozens of these pigs staggering, wandering along my street ... if I had the idea of moving to another site, it's too late, or fade, or this house will be my grave.
I can not be rewritten, my brother's death has affected me much more than they thought.
these last two days I've been lying in bed, I have not talked to Mary since she came back from that fateful mission ... I've heard moving about the house, even brought me food yesterday, but did not answer. Retype
because it is what he wanted.
do not know what else to tell, I left the room dazed and sleepy, I drink water (the tap still works) and I turned on the walkie to see what happened to the barracks.
Their communications have been greatly reduced, and not shoot them, they have very bad angle shot from the inside and do not want to accidentally break the doors that contain them. The thing has been profitable, saving ammunition and also some cannibals psychopaths have lost interest and dispersed.
Which is bad news for me: I instinctively look out the window, and there, amid the dense fog that should be covering all Oya, I've seen dozens of these pigs staggering, wandering along my street ... if I had the idea of moving to another site, it's too late, or fade, or this house will be my grave.
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