IX
I fall into dreams. I fall and fall and fall ...
And the fucking abyss seems to have no end. And that fucking feeling in the stomach.
The air in the face. Shortness of breath.
Fall ...
A sharp pain made him regain consciousness.
"See? I told you to wake up with the knife before the water! "She heard about it.
"According Squirrel, you win, you choose first." "He gave another not far away.
"No is right, boss! "- protested a third. Screams for and against.
Slowly, the stranger recovered his sight, at first blurred.
was surrounded by a dozen krusties. He had been tied and the first to speak he had stuck a knife a foot in the left arm.
from side to side.
"Well." Thought .- "You are definitely over. These doodles will kill and then devour. You see them in need of protein. "
it appeared that they would discuss forever.
Meanwhile, a suicidal plan began to form in his mind.
He cleared his throat.
"Erm, guys." - Started to say .- "Maybe we could make a deal ..."
The discussion ceased. The closest group turned and one of them, full of tattoos, most of them clearly made before the collapse came.
"A deal? Why? What can you offer? Simply your life right now. And going to last long. "" He said and turned looking for the general laughter. Like a flock
the group chanted with laughter the joke to their leader.
"Well, I could tell you where to find firearms, but maybe you are not interested, of course." Quickly replied the stranger with a grin.
"Guns? It's a bluff. Sure. In addition we could always get you the information. "
" No, I get it out rather than intentariais. But surely case I will go out of hand and will kill me before that. "smile cynically," the unknown. "
"Well, we will survive without them" the krustie He laughed.
"Well, it's a shame, because there is everything, handguns, shotguns, rifles ..."
A glow appeared in the eyes of his interlocutor.
"So shotguns and rifles. And where are these weapons, man? "
" In the city, brat, and bring you desatadme. Will be all yours. "" He was playing the cause. And he knew.
The krustie contained a sudden fit of rage. He looked up and down.
"Okay, untie it."
"swindle, trying to escape to betray and kill you with my own hands. Got it? "- I snapped to ten inches of his face.
"Crystal as water, boss!" Replied while trying to think of it as going out. Because he could
welcome. He had saved his skin. But for how long?
(continued)
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Friday, September 25, 2009
Pub Golf Fancy Dress Women
VIII
A glimmer of light he woke the next morning. After eating some noted the street for a few minutes in the window. Any noise you make in the neighborhood would highlight in that eerie silence.
Westerly
cut, perhaps at noon the temperature had changed by the effect of the sun, but the mornings were beginning to come on quickly, cold and humid.
Autumn claimed his place and preparing the ground for the arrival of his brother's cruel winter.
gathered his things and took one last look at his strange bedroom, revised after the great Salony the ground floor in the light of day. The robbery had been made aware. He found nothing but trash and litter.
Back to the village square will cost far less than the previous day. Skirted the fountain dry, passed by the council and was admitted in the dilapidated alley.
returned by the walk towards the edge of the village and reached the first of roundabouts fracturing the road between this and the next town.
At its center, a monument to the excellence of one of the illustrious sons of the town.
Ely He climbed hand acting as a shield scanned the horizon. That damn
smoke was still there, undisturbed, in the same place, on your left, near the motorway, near the bottleneck. He stopped
briefly.
There was something strange in that fire ... At noon and at night used to be. However ...
A fire on the highway, completely visible, sustained and nurtured for nearly 24 hours away from any of the bases surrounding krusties.
too weird, too much coincidence.
moistened her index finger and tried to stand against the wind. There was no way, that condemned the west drag any strange smell around there.
He resigned himself to spending without taking precautions. Stank ambush but had no other alternative.
checked the gun and held the staff tightly. He got off the pedestal of the statue. He knew the whole area so it would have an opportunity for escape.
walked down the road, skirted a truck that was partially burned cross, crossing and continue towards a gas station razed.
soon encountered the first of his problems.
Several cars had collided with a large van cuts off the road. Could proceed on both sides, the left took him next to a dilapidated industrial buildings, the right he approached a farm field full of weeds, very high. It was safer
the open but later seemed complicated and required him to get away from the road and the center of town. There was a small block of townhouses that are quite old and had withstood the rain and bad weather and their remains were scattered on the road.
Too obvious? Maybe ...
Passed along the left edge of the pile of rusty scrap scorched and approached the polygon. Surrounded several abandoned vehicles and took a look inside the factories for which it was happening. Some of them in fairly good condition, with traces of having been used as temporary shelter for some desperate. In one of them the smell of urine was so strong that it seemed to have been used recently.
be stopped. The road seemed to narrow further. A pile of waste rather high flanked the exit on the left. Chassis burning several cars piled up on the right did.
Suddenly a click sounded to his left and barely had time to lie down. Worked roughly an arrow passed over his head and stared at the plate nearest the ship. No wait a second and ran up while another went whistling to his nose.
Behind him he heard a scream. He could see a couple of figures emerging from a corner while going through the trash and stack of charred vehicles. Bent to his right looking for the edge of the road When he saw them.
krusties A small group of armed with sticks, stones and other makeshift weapons awaiting him smile a few meters away.
stopped short and turned around hoping to reach the other end of the street before he reached the alley.
Then it happened.
lost his footing and slipped into the darkness.
"you asshole" - he said as he fell.
He had seen the pit covered by a gray canvas. I had seen.
I had seen and just did not think.
Now he had fallen into a trap and would be grass (pun intended) of that band of brainless already licking their chops ...
a snap and everything went black.
(continued)
A glimmer of light he woke the next morning. After eating some noted the street for a few minutes in the window. Any noise you make in the neighborhood would highlight in that eerie silence.
Westerly
cut, perhaps at noon the temperature had changed by the effect of the sun, but the mornings were beginning to come on quickly, cold and humid.
Autumn claimed his place and preparing the ground for the arrival of his brother's cruel winter.
gathered his things and took one last look at his strange bedroom, revised after the great Salony the ground floor in the light of day. The robbery had been made aware. He found nothing but trash and litter.
Back to the village square will cost far less than the previous day. Skirted the fountain dry, passed by the council and was admitted in the dilapidated alley.
returned by the walk towards the edge of the village and reached the first of roundabouts fracturing the road between this and the next town.
At its center, a monument to the excellence of one of the illustrious sons of the town.
Ely He climbed hand acting as a shield scanned the horizon. That damn
smoke was still there, undisturbed, in the same place, on your left, near the motorway, near the bottleneck. He stopped
briefly.
There was something strange in that fire ... At noon and at night used to be. However ...
A fire on the highway, completely visible, sustained and nurtured for nearly 24 hours away from any of the bases surrounding krusties.
too weird, too much coincidence.
moistened her index finger and tried to stand against the wind. There was no way, that condemned the west drag any strange smell around there.
He resigned himself to spending without taking precautions. Stank ambush but had no other alternative.
checked the gun and held the staff tightly. He got off the pedestal of the statue. He knew the whole area so it would have an opportunity for escape.
walked down the road, skirted a truck that was partially burned cross, crossing and continue towards a gas station razed.
soon encountered the first of his problems.
Several cars had collided with a large van cuts off the road. Could proceed on both sides, the left took him next to a dilapidated industrial buildings, the right he approached a farm field full of weeds, very high. It was safer
the open but later seemed complicated and required him to get away from the road and the center of town. There was a small block of townhouses that are quite old and had withstood the rain and bad weather and their remains were scattered on the road.
Too obvious? Maybe ...
Passed along the left edge of the pile of rusty scrap scorched and approached the polygon. Surrounded several abandoned vehicles and took a look inside the factories for which it was happening. Some of them in fairly good condition, with traces of having been used as temporary shelter for some desperate. In one of them the smell of urine was so strong that it seemed to have been used recently.
be stopped. The road seemed to narrow further. A pile of waste rather high flanked the exit on the left. Chassis burning several cars piled up on the right did.
Suddenly a click sounded to his left and barely had time to lie down. Worked roughly an arrow passed over his head and stared at the plate nearest the ship. No wait a second and ran up while another went whistling to his nose.
Behind him he heard a scream. He could see a couple of figures emerging from a corner while going through the trash and stack of charred vehicles. Bent to his right looking for the edge of the road When he saw them.
krusties A small group of armed with sticks, stones and other makeshift weapons awaiting him smile a few meters away.
stopped short and turned around hoping to reach the other end of the street before he reached the alley.
Then it happened.
lost his footing and slipped into the darkness.
"you asshole" - he said as he fell.
He had seen the pit covered by a gray canvas. I had seen.
I had seen and just did not think.
Now he had fallen into a trap and would be grass (pun intended) of that band of brainless already licking their chops ...
a snap and everything went black.
(continued)
Friday, September 4, 2009
Dune Buggy Manx For Sale
VII
The sun fled over the horizon. The last rays of light bathed the street.
languished in front of our hero an ancient two-story building with an old poster. "Music Society" stood to read. The rest was a blur. A ground floor
sacked
lay before him. The metal door had been forced down and partly torn.
dirt and dust. Penumbra.
On the left, through a doorway much smaller than would hold another site could be a ladder.
The street was deserted. He had used this site for the night on their last visit. He lost little time in finding homes for the most recent crashes. He thought he saw three new at least forcing him to take two separate detours. A seemingly short journey of less than ten minutes, had taken nearly an hour. Now night
pouncing on her and had no time to take the usual precautions.
once again took the flashlight and started up the steps.
Each step raised clouds of dust. He saw no signs except his own, very light, silhouetted perfectly in the thick layer of debris and ash that covered everything.
At the top ran into a doorway that separated him from a large room divided in two by a faded wicker screens. In the most close to him had a bar full of dirt and debris. Around several benches scattered across the floor. A bullfight poster on the wall, cracking, along with another indecipherable, maybe football. Near these, a bookcase with just a couple of empty bottles and dirty tarnished a rusty coffee.
Distributed at the bar half a dozen tables and some chairs, most dunks. A pool table with moldy carpet by a leak and a football with Real Madrid players yellow.
A stain on the floor of something blackish dried blood could be welcoming him.
walked slowly toward a corner. Walking fingers over the surface of the table, leaving a furrow of dirt.
looked sadly a straw and crumpled paper. On the front page and four columns: "The Government declared a curfew."
No time for melancholy, he pushed a display of old movies after he appeared unfamiliar and a flimsy wooden door that appeared to have been kicked open.
There on a couch in what appeared to be the office of someone tied to that place, had spent the night before. And there was where disponíaa do it now.
remains improvised a barricade of furniture to the door and ate something.
then went to the only window in the room and his eyes were lost in the darkness of night.
One moonless night, but full of stars.
(continued)
The sun fled over the horizon. The last rays of light bathed the street.
languished in front of our hero an ancient two-story building with an old poster. "Music Society" stood to read. The rest was a blur. A ground floor
sacked
lay before him. The metal door had been forced down and partly torn.
dirt and dust. Penumbra.
On the left, through a doorway much smaller than would hold another site could be a ladder.
The street was deserted. He had used this site for the night on their last visit. He lost little time in finding homes for the most recent crashes. He thought he saw three new at least forcing him to take two separate detours. A seemingly short journey of less than ten minutes, had taken nearly an hour. Now night
pouncing on her and had no time to take the usual precautions.
once again took the flashlight and started up the steps.
Each step raised clouds of dust. He saw no signs except his own, very light, silhouetted perfectly in the thick layer of debris and ash that covered everything.
At the top ran into a doorway that separated him from a large room divided in two by a faded wicker screens. In the most close to him had a bar full of dirt and debris. Around several benches scattered across the floor. A bullfight poster on the wall, cracking, along with another indecipherable, maybe football. Near these, a bookcase with just a couple of empty bottles and dirty tarnished a rusty coffee.
Distributed at the bar half a dozen tables and some chairs, most dunks. A pool table with moldy carpet by a leak and a football with Real Madrid players yellow.
A stain on the floor of something blackish dried blood could be welcoming him.
walked slowly toward a corner. Walking fingers over the surface of the table, leaving a furrow of dirt.
looked sadly a straw and crumpled paper. On the front page and four columns: "The Government declared a curfew."
No time for melancholy, he pushed a display of old movies after he appeared unfamiliar and a flimsy wooden door that appeared to have been kicked open.
There on a couch in what appeared to be the office of someone tied to that place, had spent the night before. And there was where disponíaa do it now.
remains improvised a barricade of furniture to the door and ate something.
then went to the only window in the room and his eyes were lost in the darkness of night.
One moonless night, but full of stars.
(continued)
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