Hello everyone. I introduce myself. I'm Eduardo Alvarez Castillo, 38, worked as a bus driver and now I am a member of this group that fights every day to survive in a dead world. Possibly on the display. Who cares at this point as my name, what I do or how old I have. I guess you'll have enough to try to survive like this amount to you. De
always caught my attention the work of Erik in this blog. I find it curious that a person, not enough to carry the cross which presupposes the fight day after day for their physical safety and that of their peers, worry about telling the experiences of the group so they can serve as an example to others anywhere in the world. I think something noble on his part. To remove the hat. But I would not do it. It may be selfish about it and prefer to focus all my physical and mental effort for the good of my group. Mind you, I'm not saying that this is a waste of time, only now, all this is useless. That's my humble opinion. You, if you read this, it is to inform you of what happens outside of your comfortable shelters. I think what you do to not feel alone. To feel that someone on the other side of the line, someone who suffers and is in the same situation as you. Nothing more. On the other hand, I think all these experiences that includes Erik at each entrance, are only useful in the future, a future in which I have hope that all this filth is gone, the record of what happened. Of life was like in the first line the worst disaster known to date for humanity. And I say to date, I am sure that if the world comes out of this, new and worse disasters befall mankind, all because humans do not learn or stumble a thousand times. Who knows, maybe this day is required reading in a dull schoolroom, where a horde of teenagers pick up the book and say "Bah!" What matters to me what will happen to those! . Sincerely, hopefully be the case. That new generations do not care the least our history. Do you know why I say that hopefully were not so? Because if this happens it would mean that there would be a future. A future where this would have been left behind, still just a boring old story of the past. Something that happened long ago and that it is useless but is remembered for educational purposes. A period of suffering as it was the first and second world war. Times when pain and suffering reached unimaginable heights, which destroyed the lives of millions and millions of families, but for which the world managed to recover and raise its head.
I'm not going to keep getting bored with my mental troubles, since you want to know what happened during our period of captivity, so I will not continue taking detours. Besides, I assure you use the keyboard with two fingers is a bit less difficult. At least until you get used to the life of a cripple. heh, heh.
From what I have read in previous posts, some of my colleagues have told you as it took the events. From that group we hunted until we pulled away. But what happened to us during those two days in captivity only Erik and I know him. Now is the suffering that happened Belén, Ana, Mary, and held Fede this group of petty. As you know, we were hunted by surprise when Erik, Fede and me on the bus. We had no time to react, several motorcycles and a jeep came out of nowhere and then we were at gunpoint by individuals who were in vehicles. Fede was quick and managed to escape, since he was a little away from us. If not say whether he did right or wrong. Clearly he did the right thing, as the flight went right, but he risked his life doing this. I'm happy for him not to do so in prison. I am glad that we suffer what we suffered.
In a blink of an eye, we were in the back of the jeep, bound and gagged, guarded by a mastodon looked like a cupboard. This cute character is entertained throughout the journey giving kicks. A strange form of entertainment, yes, but you would expect from a person who is a member of a group of sadists. It did not take anything to get to camp they had improvised in the middle of the highway. There, along with several men, was that such Vladimir. I've never been a very physiognomy and it took me forever to recognize a face, but enough for me to look into his eyes to recognize it. That glare is not so easily forgotten. Those blue eyes sunken immersed in these basins, the long and drawn face, that smile Machiavellian ... a face that does not forget so easily. When we got off the jeep in a rather delicate, the protest. This behavior puzzled me. A sadistic as he protesting because they treat us so suddenly? Could not be. With the hours I realized that the strange courtesy was part of his character, ironic if you ever did not want to harm us was because he wanted infringirnoslo. One thing I noticed was also in his obsession with Erik. For him, it was as if I did not exist. It was as if the only Erik and I were kidnapped just a blob to ignore. I looked at him strangely, as if he were a trophy that had long been seeking. I remember he came over and started talking. I did not hear anything, because I was busy looking to get out of that situation, looking for weaknesses in your organization. It was practically impossible at the moment, we were surrounded by men and more men, all armed to the teeth and we are there, immobilized by the bonds, in the center of all. Yes I heard something that Vladimir said Erik. It was something like "...¿ You slut right? Quiet, will soon be here with us and join the party. On the last occasion we had a great, is not told you? Is a machine in bed. .. " . Everything else he said was a series of obscenities that said he had made during captivity that only got Erik was sick to trying to loosen his bonds. Out of respect for Erik and Bethlehem will not mention what Vladimir said.
From what I have read in previous posts, some of my colleagues have told you as it took the events. From that group we hunted until we pulled away. But what happened to us during those two days in captivity only Erik and I know him. Now is the suffering that happened Belén, Ana, Mary, and held Fede this group of petty. As you know, we were hunted by surprise when Erik, Fede and me on the bus. We had no time to react, several motorcycles and a jeep came out of nowhere and then we were at gunpoint by individuals who were in vehicles. Fede was quick and managed to escape, since he was a little away from us. If not say whether he did right or wrong. Clearly he did the right thing, as the flight went right, but he risked his life doing this. I'm happy for him not to do so in prison. I am glad that we suffer what we suffered.
In a blink of an eye, we were in the back of the jeep, bound and gagged, guarded by a mastodon looked like a cupboard. This cute character is entertained throughout the journey giving kicks. A strange form of entertainment, yes, but you would expect from a person who is a member of a group of sadists. It did not take anything to get to camp they had improvised in the middle of the highway. There, along with several men, was that such Vladimir. I've never been a very physiognomy and it took me forever to recognize a face, but enough for me to look into his eyes to recognize it. That glare is not so easily forgotten. Those blue eyes sunken immersed in these basins, the long and drawn face, that smile Machiavellian ... a face that does not forget so easily. When we got off the jeep in a rather delicate, the protest. This behavior puzzled me. A sadistic as he protesting because they treat us so suddenly? Could not be. With the hours I realized that the strange courtesy was part of his character, ironic if you ever did not want to harm us was because he wanted infringirnoslo. One thing I noticed was also in his obsession with Erik. For him, it was as if I did not exist. It was as if the only Erik and I were kidnapped just a blob to ignore. I looked at him strangely, as if he were a trophy that had long been seeking. I remember he came over and started talking. I did not hear anything, because I was busy looking to get out of that situation, looking for weaknesses in your organization. It was practically impossible at the moment, we were surrounded by men and more men, all armed to the teeth and we are there, immobilized by the bonds, in the center of all. Yes I heard something that Vladimir said Erik. It was something like "...¿ You slut right? Quiet, will soon be here with us and join the party. On the last occasion we had a great, is not told you? Is a machine in bed. .. " . Everything else he said was a series of obscenities that said he had made during captivity that only got Erik was sick to trying to loosen his bonds. Out of respect for Erik and Bethlehem will not mention what Vladimir said.
When he finished his little speech, we crawled towards the trailer. Passing around this, I saw in front the reanimated corpse of John. They had tied and this is stirred moaning. They carried around like a garnish. We crawled to the rear of the trailer, opened the floodgates of this and put us in there, between boxes and jugs of fuel. Then they closed the doors and left us there, frozen, in complete darkness. Once we were not stuck there. I estimate that about 7 or 8 hours. 7 or 8 hours in which we fight for loosen our ties, but it was impossible, were tied to consciousness, so that we could hardly move his hands and feet. When we gave up, Erik and I started to talk, to tell our troubles. He told me things, dreams that was written off because he already assumed that we would be running in no time. I also thought that, only not expressed it. Doing so would mean breaking down even more fighting spirit of Erik. He told me he had projects with Bethlehem, the hope of creating a new life in Reus, being able to live in a safe community away from the marauders. During the hours spent talking, recreated everything I said in my mind. And believe me, fill me with hope and enthusiasm, eager to want to see a new dawn. Absurd, since they were now to abandon all hope and resign himself to dying. But no, hear him tell all that I catch with his desire to move forward. Our conversation was interrupted when the doors opened and we are focused with a flashlight. When we pulled out of there lugs I thought it would kill us, but had other plans for us. And do not know which of the two options were worse. It was night and taken to the center of the camp where the group was drinking and laughing. When we pulled alongside a fire that was there on, began mass patearnos. Vladimir halted only when commanded. Was there when the group left us and I saw this next to a jeep, which had the hood up. Vladimir held in his hands two battery clamps that were connected to the vehicle. When I realized I had already caught Erik and I were closer. I screamed, but kicked me silent. The following are not nice to tell me. Erik sat in a chair, took off her shirt and began to shock him with the tweezers. It hurt me as much as Erik what they were doing. Watching him scream in pain and suffering I was squirming as much as him. Thus they continued for a while, until they got tired. I thought the following would be me, but it was not. The main objective was Erik. With a hot iron, heated by fire, Vladimir continued his sadistic game. People cheered and laughed every time he burned his skin. I could see the suffering in the eyes of Erik. On several occasions lost consciousness, but revived with buckets of water. I do not know how much pain the human body can stand, but his was the limit. They had enough with all this. Hung in a tree two strings with two hooks. These hooks are put into the flesh in the chest to be exact, and left him suspended there, while being beaten with sticks, as if it were a piñata. After this and Erik unconscious, still suspended in the air, I get my turn. I dipped his head in a large pan of water, drowning creándome an audit. Each time I dipped the head there, it was an ordeal. I drew a few seconds to take enough oxygen and returned to immerse me until I ran out of air. When they tired of this, they began to make me cut through the body. The pain was unbearable, especially when, laughing, I threw whiskey bottles by the open wounds. Enjoy this, with our suffering. Vladimir seemed to be in a trance while he was tortured. And the cries of pain, nor the prayers, nothing was changed a bit her face, her face remained impassive without showing the modicum of compassion.
I feared the worst when I saw four men carrying them to four strapped marauders, whom they had taken from a cage that had been full of marauders. The egged like attack dogs and so I was closer to my position. All have turned away to see this and someone gave me a stick so he could defend myself. Do not think this had to be made out of pity, but because the game would be more fun if you took more. I surrounded the four individuals with the respective marauders, who stretched his arms to catch me. How could I, in addition to the first of a shovel in the ribs. Another hit him in the head, which he sank like butter and fell to the ground back up. Another lurker surprised me in the back, grabbing his shoulder, but I managed to escape and beat him. People were screaming and cheering. Until I saw some snuff and drink bet. In the end, I could do with the marauders and left out of combat. As expected, there were going to congratulate me for it, on the contrary, I took the stick and began beating me with rifle butts until they lost consciousness. When I awoke I was inside the trailer, surrounded by darkness. I called Erik, trying to move. A plaintive voice answered me, it was Erik. My only concern was that he was still alive and heard it, I relaxed. Since then, I began a new struggle to get rid of my bonds. Struggle that lasted for hours and eventually bore fruit. I got loosen. Need a couple of hours to completely untie. Then untie my feet and look for Erik in the dark. When I met him, it freed him, too. But he was so very bruised, he could barely move. We had to get out of there and out, but with Erik in those conditions was impossible. In the darkness I began to search the trailer door. While groping in the dark, I touched a wheel. I kept feeling and touch a handlebar. It was a quad and had the keys. This could serve to escape us, but now needed open the floodgates. We could not do it from within, so we had to open them. Erik got on the quad, I set myself and asked the Almighty to come out this well. Not knowing if the vehicle had fuel or not, I decided to gamble on all or nothing. I started screaming like a madman, while Erik was sitting behind me, dying. I screamed like never had, I cried so call the attention of our tormentors, and that we opened. So it was. Attracted by the cries, began to open the door and when he has had virtually open, I turned the key and the car started. When the door was open almost all sped up and left there. The junk that flew outside the trailer and we got in front of one of those who were opening. When we landed on the mainland began to flee while we were shooting.
We left the area as fast as we allowed the junk on wheels. No way we had come as they began to chase motorcycles. At least 8 of these vehicles with two people each were chasing us, but we were shooting. It seems that they wanted to live. On the run I could tear down a bike from a side impact, but it was only because I suddenly fell on a cord around the body imprisons me and made us fall to the ground Erik and me. The hit was brutal and the quad went just as fast. Our hopes of regaining freedom had vanished in seconds. We tied again, this time louder and with more nodes, we loaded the bikes and took us back to camp. The first thing we got there it was Vladimir. Drawing on her face an expression of relief to see us back. We sat on the floor and Vladimir began one of his usual little speech, which came to be something like: "Where were thinking away? With how well you are dealing with. That lack of education ... go away without permission. I do not expect that of you. Now we'll soon be all family, right, Erik? "I think you 'll tell you what we have planned for you and your friends. Let me explain. You're not going to see many more sunrises. Going to see enough to make your colleagues think we are going to trade for Ivan. Your girlfriend will access it without any doubt and convince others, Erik. She believe that telling the truth, you want to believe, because their desire to have you back was forced to believe anything to give you false hope. When you access and exchange, no exchange. They surrendered to Ivan and you sit here. Then, kill to try something unusual, but do not worry, your girl will survive. When we, the following will make you suffer even more. We will fuck her in front of you. Torture to you and you can not do anything, just watch. When you've suffered enough and paid for everything we did, do the following. We will kill you and your friend, but will not the conventional way, we will do so to refresh yourself. This is done leaving intact the brain, if you did not know. Once refreshed, you are my pet, as he (pointing to John who was tied in the trailer) . Every time I look and I see you rotting, groaning as another errant anyone will remember that I killed. I got what I wanted. That in this world, nothing I can stand in my way, living or dead. I'll as a trophy, like a hunter keeps his head hunted piece. A girl will keep you alive. Will serve to let off steam and give me a rod. Someone who will continue my legacy. When you are done, will give it to my kids to do with it what they want. That is what will happen. You should rest, you have ugly and tomorrow will be a long day. Let's go visit your friends to tell our intention to "negotiate." Until tomorrow, kids' When finished, it was decided to leave, but stopped halfway and turned, saying "Edward, that's your name? Forgot one thing. Someone wants to talk to you ... "Beside appeared a very young boy, about 16 years. This smiled at me and I had no idea why. While he took a run and ran towards me, giving me a kick in the face, to my mind came the reason I knew him. This was the child whip my sword for the assault on the Palace of Arts and Sciences Reina Sofia, home of Skull Korps. While the kid with sadistic smile hit me and hit the ground, my head felt like a child as he had finished in a group. I felt sorry for him rather than hate. The pain of each kick and punch was less than the penalty he felt for this young man. He beat me until he got tired and when I finish, we taken back to our prison, the rear of the trailer. At this time, my memories are in pieces, in fragments. I know when I got in there I fell asleep. When I woke up, the trailer moved. Then I remember we were near our bus while talking on the megaphone Vladimir. Then I cut off two fingers of his left hand and lost consciousness. The following was more of the same, another night of torture. Torture worse than the previous day, especially for Erik. That night I had no strength to attempt another escape. I was resigned to die.
When I get the new day, to shock us out the trailer and so remained throughout the day until it was time for exchange. When going to make the exchange, Erik and I were jumped on top of the cage of the marauders, which had opened up a door through which they threatened to throw us into. Behind us was an individual responsibility to do this if our partners did not have access to hand over Ivan. While we were on top of the cage, I looked inside and watched every marauding there. I looked at them one by one, seeing his rotting face, his hands raw and arms outstretched trying to catch us, their yellowed and chipped teeth ... The continued watching until I saw something there made my heart runs wild. That woman that lay there moaning woman with outstretched arms, I knew. But I could not be her. I prayed because it would, beg God to please were wrong, but her ... If she was, that vision haunt me every night of my life repeating itself in my mind constantly. My fears were confirmed when I saw his hand. On her ring finger was the ring, wearing the same ring in my hand as well. Reanimated corpse that was my wife, which I did not see since all this broke. Tears slid down my face as I could not stop staring. I called Erik, who was by my side and told him so. I told him that there was my wife. He alone could answer me with a slight lisp. While looking at her, called her by name, told him affection, who had missed all this time ... it was as if she expected that she will answer me. Yet I can not believe she was there. Where did the catch? It's something I still do not understand. If she is dead ... my daughter ... my little ...
do not know what went through my head during those instants. I started to lean towards the door of the cage, so much so that the hands of infected touched my face. I kept looking at my wife as she stretched out her arms and touch my face. When he was about to let me down inside the cage, explosion made us jump through the air and fly several meters. What happened then you know already.
not happened to me to do that. Not because I was about to let myself fall into the cage. If the explosion had not taken place and I had dropped into the cage, I would have devoured. I can not say that exceeded the loss of my daughter and my wife, but if I had learned to live with that loss. And seeing it there ... upset my world. I feel that I am not the same as I saw my love in there. These months have passed without knowing she was dead, could bear this load better. Had a slight hope that she and our little they were in a safe, healthy and safe. But now ... now no. It is useless regrets and shed tears. This will not bring them back to me. I must take the facts and look ahead. No more.
do not know what went through my head during those instants. I started to lean towards the door of the cage, so much so that the hands of infected touched my face. I kept looking at my wife as she stretched out her arms and touch my face. When he was about to let me down inside the cage, explosion made us jump through the air and fly several meters. What happened then you know already.
not happened to me to do that. Not because I was about to let myself fall into the cage. If the explosion had not taken place and I had dropped into the cage, I would have devoured. I can not say that exceeded the loss of my daughter and my wife, but if I had learned to live with that loss. And seeing it there ... upset my world. I feel that I am not the same as I saw my love in there. These months have passed without knowing she was dead, could bear this load better. Had a slight hope that she and our little they were in a safe, healthy and safe. But now ... now no. It is useless regrets and shed tears. This will not bring them back to me. I must take the facts and look ahead. No more.
Erik is pretty bad. Since we released lain. He can barely move and mouth words. Spends most time of the day sleeping. The torture that were brutally violated. Bethlehem loves him dearly. Not separated for a second on his side. Erik envy. You have to love him. It's a lucky boy. I would give anything for my wife and daughter were with me too. I'd give up all my remaining fingers if that were to serve so that they would here.
Erik will be a long time without writing. At least, until he recovers. Be patient.
has been a pleasure writing for you.
Erik will be a long time without writing. At least, until he recovers. Be patient.
has been a pleasure writing for you.
Best wishes and take care of yourselves as best you can.
Eduardo Alvarez Castillo
Eduardo Alvarez Castillo
