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.
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