TWO CYCLE. CYCLES
Foreword.
Most things when you repeat many times become customary to, you do it almost subconsciously, without thinking ... Jumping from a fourth floor to try to land on a mattress is not one of them. Still
Owen jumps to void help but think "Is this how I die?" during the few seconds it takes to reach the ground. Lands on his feet on the mattress and all its weight is concentrated on his weary knees are bent to the limit, notice how his tendons are strained to the maximum as he closes his eyes in pain. Still not to open when you stand up, as if looking would change things if accidentally broken a leg. Thing does not happen at least this time.
When does the spirit to open your eyes, there bloodied mattress on top of that, the image the world sees it freezes the heart, could not get used to that nightmare vision, probably never would. In it was like jumping into the void from a fourth floor.
The street was completely snow layers and layers of ash, of the many fires that had plagued the city, which seemed to want to swallow the multitude of cars that invaded the road to total anarchy. It was as if a giant child had been angry and accounts of his anger with his collection of cars scattered everywhere, some smashed against the windows, other positions upside down, others cross in the middle of the street, others dumped on sidewalks including those that were parked, waiting for seven years as an owner who's ever set up again.
Over the sea of ash sticking thousands of objects besides faces and bodies of the sleepers fully preserved, as if it had not spent a single day for them. They were like tombs only put flesh to shake like an epileptic when some live passed near them, then lapsed back into its own well of peace. Sometimes
roaring wind blew clouds of dust that rose and ashes thrown to the unfortunate survivors far from the west, once from the east. It was impossible to know which part of the city came the ash pisabas perfectly caused the fire that could have emerged at the other end. The ash and the dead of this world share the passion for travel.
Owen begins to cross the street leaving a groove in the blanket of ash. Fuck Her strong ax in his right hand and was moving with extreme caution that today was not one of those days of wind and visibility-both yours and the living-was very good. He goes squatting among the labyrinth of roofs, lower and side car. Rose nervously and torsos is a multitude of wandering aimlessly between the cars. They call attention to two of them: a man fully dressed with a black jacket made jiroles and about the same, a woman dressed in bridal attire, partially broken and dirty with blood. Stumbling walk, bumping into them, and turning away to bring. Close to both had a limousine with the message "Just Married." Who would have said that the end of the world are going to achieve in your honeymoon?.
passes over a harley made in the floor and sees before him a cart of drinks apollo pickup truck in a telephone antenna. Do not even look inside it, its catalog of horrors and nightmares and was large enough for the few hours of sleep I used to have. Not content with that the picture begins to shake and all pendants inside of it begin to sound, Owen quickly pulls the fucking picture and it stops moving. "A sleeper. Not only did they have a baby but also had to be a fucking sleeper." Thus was this world. Could never learn enough about him.
try to calm her breathing that it now seemed to him that sounded like bells in the middle of a wake. When you think you got to look nervously at his surroundings. All the living are still as statues, waiting, know they have an intruder in their ranks, but not where. It looks at the clock, and twenty minutes have passed and only cross the street. Your Obet was just a few steps: an ambulance slammed showcase a bike shop. He had spotted from the top of the window before jumping and was their only option to save the life of Ifi. Back at his watch, when you do not know the time you have each second that passes makes it against you.
He stands and opens the back door with a thud, "Better be surprising that we surprised," he thinks to himself when facing into the ambulance.
Totally empty. At that time
is aware that his entire body is shaking because of the tension, open all cabinets inside the ambulance and carry off everything, putting it in a knapsack of the red cross that rested on the table. When it puts on the shoulder something from the seats of jumps and throws him out of the van. Caen
rolled violently to the road locked in a brutal fight, in which the ambulance driver who throws rabid bites always come across with the handle of the ax. A particularly strong nudge Owen get rid of him then throw a kick against the drink cart. Owen is felt throughout the body for that thing to get bitten or scratched, with no luck, but not the bag that had fallen into the ambulance.
not with the rest of living that plagued the streets. I had seen.
Street so far silent as a graveyard explodes into noise when hundreds People are released to run as if possessed to him. Those things only know the straight line to reach any point, so jump over cars breaking its windshield and dented the roof of the same in their desperation to reach him, leaving a trail of alarms, which incredibly still functioning - in its wake.
At the time and attracted by the alarms the living that lay inside the buildings out of them with the speed and violence of someone who tubiera his body engulfed in flames. Pass through the windows with a brutality that paralyzes Owen. And to see a mad old man in his seventies through the moon in a bakery as if they were landing a grotesque, is something that makes your balls shrink to the size of marbles.
Those bastards in their quest to be the first to rip your head is thrown through the windows wrapped in glass and blood.
The street is filled with insane cannibals who want a piece of it, so shut the door of the ambulance in time to curtail several fingers of a delicate hands that you have safely pulled the heart. Quickly bends down to pick up the bag of the red cross and there is an elongated finger with a wedding ring that probably have not seen even one day of happiness.
Sale of the van by the driver's door and breathe easy when you see that the window was almost the same size the ambulance stamped on it, so that these things could not get the sides of the emergency vehicle. He pulls out his flashlight and looks into the bike shop if there is anything we can serve. Then look at the clock.
Four minutes after that things started to hit the rear of the ambulance doors open this wide. A figure emerges from inside screaming like a lion leaping to a Roman coliseum. The time has come
all or nothing.
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