XII
departed immediately.
arm bothered him. But that would not die, for now at least. And those guys had returned his things, except the gun signs and the staff, of course, so it might take a couple of tablets of antibiotics after crudely bandaging the wound.
At noon they returned to the main road. Not separated from him for a second.
"Pitu", such was the "nick" the chief sent two of his "men" keep the fire and then the camp of the tribe to report what happened.
This group pertenecíaa the infamous tribe of the "Ring." The other two, "Claw" and "Nail", much larger and better organized, they would punish them when they were not fought each other or with the Brotherhood.
The remaining group headed by the highway towards the city.
did not stop throughout the Diaye when evening came "the unknown" was really hungry.
camped near a giant soccer field construction. Partially filled with painted and sealed off by a string of police and emergency vehicles now charred. Everywhere could be mummified human remains by the passage of time. The bodies of members of law enforcement had been properly recorded. Could see for themselves. One of the krusties who followed him like his shadow told him to dig him.
"It is useless, the Brotherhood swept through this site, and later others did. Do not think you can find even a cap. "
" Nothing, "he thought" the unknown "-" Not a club, or a bullet or a vest ... Not even a miserable Kubotan, and, of course, nothing like a gun. "
had happened on occasion at some distance from here. And in his (so far) only visit to the "big city" after the collapse, even tried to get close, but the desolate surrounding him discouraged to continue.
A of the latest news was this huge construction was that had been used as a makeshift prison to "accommodate" all the rioters and looters who had sprung up everywhere to explode the situation.
Apparently, soon after, was inside some kind of mutiny, and state security forces (or what was left of him) besieged the rebels. Know he could have occurred later, but obviously someone had thrown a hand to the rioters breaking the site (or trying to at least).
The stranger sat sheltered from the wind next to a wall of the stadium. Accompanied by his new and inseparable "friends." He pulled from his pack a can of stew and saw the funny side of it kept krusties.
"Do you want some?"-Rhetorical question because, obviously, those bastards were even more hungry than they showed Ely released as hungry dogs on the conservation .
While our protagonist saw as their guardians "quasi completely devoured the contents of the can think through them.
What kind of whimsical combination could have been given for such a bunch of ragged and gualtrapas could survive in this environment? Because he himself had seen the brotherhood known as accióny spent. And the rest of Krusties tribes were also much more dangerous than this "Banda".
Without doubt, he said, had much to do that "competition" would not have tried out of the way seriously. That, and his "base" , for which I had heard it said, was in full dump and they had long ago ceased to be a useful source and varied resources and materials. Anyway have not encountered much resistance in them ...
walked engaged in these and other thoughts when the wound in his arm bothering him again. He took off the bandage and looked around. Looked bad, I needed to disinfect and suture and could do more.
"If it gets worse, it will cause problems ... I hope to find some kind of injectable antibiotic before the infection is rampant and evident, because something tells me that these tablets have expired will not have any effectiveness that would rather see this bunch of lunatics putting me ENG I wet on his forehead ... "mused to himself, not without some irony, trying to clean the wound with little success.
finished the contents of the can and to the amazement of their "caregivers" took a last, wrinkled and small apple a hem of the bag. This
not offered.
(continued)
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