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.



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