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)
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