Clac ... Clack ... Clack ... All fucking night listening to the chatter. I have it stuck in the brain. And always from the same place, in the next room. Although I commented that he heard noises on occasion, now I hear them every night. I can hardly sleep a wink. While my classmates sleep and snore in my room, I concentrate on those sounds. I hear, from one side to another wall. It's like someone walking from one side to another room, tapping on the wall or tearing it. Gives me the willies thinking about it. I tried to give many explanations, all fanciful. Absurd to think, until I came to reshuffle the idea that the old man up at night to the room to do God knows what. If anything, I'm sure, is that untreated rats. Or the old man said that to deceive or not given much importance to the issue when I commented.
This last night when the shots began to ring, my name is Eduardo quietly. The hearing was also. He said "Erik ... Are you hearing this?" . After answering, keep silence for a few seconds, adding to the ears. Masked by the snores of Ivan, distinguishing the happy shock. Seemed more insistent, more acute. Eduardo rose was her makeshift bed and went to mine. Could see his face lit with wonder by the rays of moonlight that filtered through the window. Then I said "Look ... just do not hear that ..." . Silent except for intermittent but always hits, did not understand what he meant Eduardo. I told him I heard nothing more, but I cut short saying "Listen carefully, Erik. Among blow and blow ..." . So I did. It took me about 30 seconds or so to hear what I heard Eduardo. It made my hair stand on end to hear this. As Eduardo said, between blows, you could hear another sound. Was less noise and how faint, as Ivan's snoring were soaring and masked. The sound came to be as noise cash. A noise like the beating was more or less audible as moving toward or away from our position in the room. The noise was similar as that occurs when dragging a metal bar by a hard, flat surface. Edward got out of bed and walk towards the wall with care, avoiding Fede, who was in your mattress near the wall. After this, put his ear and say nothing. Then, I waved a hand to imitate it. So I did. Once I met the ear against the wall, I heard the sounds more clearly. Suddenly ceased. I looked at Steve and hit the left ear, and can watch my partner. And not heard anything. When I was going to detach from the wall, turned to hear something. But the sounds were not heard before. These were different, as I heard for the first time. They were like ... if cracking the wall. But sounded very close, not scratching like any wall, but as they were playing in my position, at the same height where he had his ear. Realizing this, I quickly remove the wall while a shiver ran through me. Look at Edward, who saw me react like that, he also had withdrawn from the wall. I whispered softly "What the fuck is that?" . He replied with astonishment still on his face "I have no idea ... but I find it very odd to hear all these things and we prohibit Joaquin enter the room upon arrival. Here's something that does not fit. Anyway, do not say cry to heaven too soon. Do not say anything to others for now. Come to bed before either of these two wake up and see us here planted ... " .
Today, in a time of day that left me alone with Joaquin, I've been ready to discuss this. We were on the farm, stacking bales of hay, when asked about it. But at that time appeared Ivan and I could not. Joaquin is that I will say the same thing I said last time and that Eduardo does not want to say anything, but I see the look on his face when he heard this. Maybe that can tell if you hide something or, on the contrary, he knows nothing of what happens in that room. After finishing my work on the farm, I walked around the house. My purpose was to find the window of the room happy. When I found, I have watched carefully. Unlike other windows in the house, this is the shade down. Most of this mosque me more.
Changing the theme of the room of yore, today we have begun to prepare to leave soon. Not when most stay here, but not made more than a couple of weeks. Fede and Eduardo have already begun to draw a route on the map. As have been calculated, from our position until there are at least Reus 97 km. Few kilometers, but we must take into account many factors. Before all this happened, 97 kilometers could be performed in just over an hour and something, but now, with stretches of highway collapsed, detours to avoid the collapse of abandoned vehicles, stops to look for food and other setbacks, these 97 miles can be made at least a month. And you'll notice we've been slow in coming this far from Valencia. But before our departure, there are still many loose ends. Enjoying the peace of this site, we plan well and take stock of ammunition, which is becoming scarce. We also have to ask ourselves a couple of big vehicles to continue our route. This will not be easy. But that's why I said that I estimate that up to two weeks do not start from here. Too bad you have to take Joaquin our stay in your home to get out of here whistling. The truth is that here is so very safe and quiet too lazy to leave and return to the reality of this hostile world.
Changing the theme of the room of yore, today we have begun to prepare to leave soon. Not when most stay here, but not made more than a couple of weeks. Fede and Eduardo have already begun to draw a route on the map. As have been calculated, from our position until there are at least Reus 97 km. Few kilometers, but we must take into account many factors. Before all this happened, 97 kilometers could be performed in just over an hour and something, but now, with stretches of highway collapsed, detours to avoid the collapse of abandoned vehicles, stops to look for food and other setbacks, these 97 miles can be made at least a month. And you'll notice we've been slow in coming this far from Valencia. But before our departure, there are still many loose ends. Enjoying the peace of this site, we plan well and take stock of ammunition, which is becoming scarce. We also have to ask ourselves a couple of big vehicles to continue our route. This will not be easy. But that's why I said that I estimate that up to two weeks do not start from here. Too bad you have to take Joaquin our stay in your home to get out of here whistling. The truth is that here is so very safe and quiet too lazy to leave and return to the reality of this hostile world.
the tranquility of this place. I think I begin to understand why or marauders or brokers approach this place. No I'm sure, but I have days beating around the bush, looking for possible explanations, and I think I'm approaching the reason of why that scum does not come close. Well, here's my theory . These days, sitting on the porch, I have been watching in the distance dozens of silhouetted rotten. As always, have been traveling up and down the highway. On occasion, some of them tried to cross the plain road to our position, but are quick to deviate from its path and away, getting into some of the trees nearby. The last time I watched this, I realized something. The sun rises in the east cardinal point where the highway and sets in the west cardinal point where our home. When the first light shine, the amount of crystals and mirrors that adorn the facade and the porch, made a series of lightning flashes. This I could see walking away from the house several meters. These reflections come to blind, being angry stare at the house. Until the sun is not falling, this effect extends to a greater or lesser intensity. When the sun is at sunset, hiding behind the mountains which are at the back of the house creates a different effect than before but very similar. The setting sun blind, making it difficult to stare at the house. Then there is another curious detail that week I noticed. The air always blows toward the west. Always. It appears that the location of the mountains behind us we have created a phenomenon unknown to me and that makes the wind always blows in the direction of the highway west. I do not know the exact behavior of the marauders, not that way locate their prey, but we know they do. The most logical way to do so is like any other predator, using sight, hearing and smell. I can not believe that these things make use of his senses, but more surreal is that the dead walk the earth devouring the living and true. And I believe it all. So that's my theory because it is close. In short, my theory comes to be that from dawn to dusk, the sun creates a series of lights that blind to those things that walk on the highway, and air, always blowing in our favor, it keeps us safe from his nose and away from the low noise we make. It seems crazy, but I can not think of a more reasonable theory is ... More consistent to think that this enclave is protected by a divine being is ...
I ...
- Erik -
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