Another attempt.
Well here goes another try for my collection of unfinished books, is the beginning of my book about Zombies. He's finished out of the oven, anyone put off by the faults X_D ... Yes
long ago that I passed by to tell you something, maybe it had nothing to tell or maybe it's because I'm mu dog n_nU
LIVING.
Prologue. Tens of inert arms
hit the battered door making it shake like a leaf in the wind, on the other side of it frantically beat Owen gun magazine as she watched the door hinges were down millimeter by millimeter under the brutal blows of his hungry pursuers.
In the small bathroom light dislumbrava only the eyes of Ifi, because there was not a single window, she was writhing in pain in the filthy bathtub while what remained of her world falling apart around. Not even a fever that corroded like fire all his being unaware of the fate that had pursued them, relentless, cruel and relentless hard for seven years. In another life
Owen would not have hesitated to shoot through the door to kill his pursuers, but things had long since had ceased to be so easy. If shooting at the door of the holes that let it appear printed nervous fingers poking and making them larger, leaving skin and ligaments in the attempt, but that did not hecharía back in his endeavor. Then the fingers crippled and wiring is full of splinters under nails, skin and tendons pass into his hands would stop cold and white as chalk. Only seconds custión would see their desperate hands clawed the air, trying to trap them and in a few seconds would be inside.
It was Owen's imagination that dictated what would happen if he was shooting at the door, Owen never had imagination, he was a calculator with surgical precision military batteries. If I knew it was because he had witnessed in this world is learning from mistakes, that particular error cost three lives.
door endure only two minutes at most, given the Ifi gun from his backpack and pulled out the last grenade. The girl smiled sadly when he saw a sun drawn on it with lipstick, the next jolt to the door he wiped the smile and made you shake the gun in his hand.
Owen left the grenade in the other corner of the small room, take off the ring and jumped on Ifi in the tub, which could only say "son you mad ...?" before the impact of its non-EXHIBITIONS-shrapnel hit them like a giant hammer. The small wall of the tub absorbed all the shrapnel, but the blow of deep explosive sound and dizzy and had left a high-pitched ringing in the ears that threatened to burst the eardrums ... You cough up, dizzy and deaf from all the smoke and dust had lifted the explosion, among all this madness a hand hold on the throat of Ifi and yellow teeth appeared between the gray nuve front of her ... It was not even aware that was happening or where it was, not even that he had stolen gun ... A faint light appeared from the smoke, as if within the dust cloud had burst a storm. Unbeknownst
was freed from the hands that were trapped and those jaws of nightmare. She felt like throwing her and lifted her and then throw it on the floor like a billiard ball. Just a few feet slid across the floor, enough room to change ... The cuts he received in such a short journey made her awakening from the shock of the explosion and saw on the ground that he had drawn the line between the dust covered the floor. Owen was released through the small hole in the wall made by the grenade, even smoke coming from the same ... Beyond the buzz of the head began to hear a faint popping like gunshots not recognized until after a few seconds at last it came to be herself, even with the terrible mouth sores . Through
A hole appeared backpack falling on the foot of Ifi, at that time realized that the hole was too small to Owen and his whole world came crashing down ... Left alone in a few seconds and it would go through that hole though tubieran to leave the arms in the process. He looked around, was a study with a small window through which we could see the few stars that were left in this world show damn. A good choice of not being on the fourth floor. No, do not expect his death and that of Owen with his arms folded, opened the bag and pulled out a double-barreled shotgun and a short-handled ax, took no more ammunition that the two bullets that had the gun. There would be time to recharge.
decision opened the door, but with half open eyes and biting her lips. Stepped into the hall and saw all the living had accumulated in front of the next room, pushing each other, taking bites and claw the air. It was as if those beings tubieran rabies dogs anxiety mixed with brutal of junkie. Desperately needed to kill a sick and nobody knew why. He got a yard of them gunpoint you up and head bolus, not without a remote sense of guilt. Being not stopped, none had died from a gunshot to the head, this was not going to be different and she knew it, fired the second shot to the face of another member who had turned and without looking back then started running towards the study. He heard the still many steps and realized that he no longer heard gunshots, but did not want to think about it.
entered the studio, ordered the backpack of a kick to the other room and then went behind her through the hole, felt like a hand came to violently wrest a lock hair, but not detubo. Owen was engaged in a frantic fight against three of them had metal baton that he kept at bay but you would never be able to get rid of them. The girl throws the ax catches Owen with pinpoint accuracy and then began to strike blows with both hands. The brutal combination of ax and the club pays off quickly neutralizing the three attackers. Nothing can kill, but head and arms are not more dangerous than a teddy bear.
The first of the beings who try to cross the small hole receives two cutaway shots of the Ifi who had had time to reload.
leave the room and get into that of front, at last!, a double bedroom. You know you have to do. Ifi makes the door hard on his shoulders as he takes a kind of gray Pastelín and paste on the board of the door, beginning to shake under the blows of his pursuers. Then taken out a lighter and sets fire to grayish matter for a few moments to remove ADVANTAGE Owen sliding windows and release the enormous double mattress by the window opening. Ifi when dropped unconscious by the fiber, yet the putty had been solidified and these things still take about two or three hours to pass through the door. When that happened would be launched through the window, if they fell on the mattress would live, but die. Either of the two options was a good ending compared to that which is waiting behind that door.
Owen plays the girl's face and realizes that if you do not get drugs fast, when the door opens and there she died.
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