Negative Ditital Test Day Before Period

07/17/1910 Unscrupulous Ones

I spent a terrible night. I can not even imagine it. This filthy mattress has left me back made a real mess. Above, the rats that roam this room have been bothering me scared. In one of the few times I've been able to sleep, I woke up with one of these rodents over my chest, sniffing clothes, while two rats nibbled my shoes. I do not know who was more scared, if I find the rodent up to me or her, that I've thrown against the wall while I let out a startled cry. After that, I struggled back to sleep and while giving little heads, I have not had your eye on the corner where they have been running these animals. They peeped out occasionally. When at last I could go back to sleep, I had a nightmare, to finish the night. I do not remember very well that I dreamed, but that was not good. In my dream appeared Michael and his entourage of brothers, also Bethlehem, which was crying uncontrollably and Eduardo, who was lying on the ground, face down. I do not remember anymore, not even that happened in the dream. As always, I think that just about a dream, nothing more. The point is that when I woke from the nightmare, I found standing in middle of the room. For a few long seconds I felt disoriented while desperate. Until I managed to locate me, I have not known where I was and I tried to open the door again and again while in my mind repeating Bethlehem, Bethlehem ... " . Otherwise, nothing to note. Eusebio has not come to skin and cook as I feared at one time. Anyway, I have not dropped their guard.

Eusebio has come to open the door at 8, as he said. A punctual man, and most importantly, a man of his word. When I opened I was greeted with a "Hello, Erik. What did you sleep?" . I sat on my bed like a prisoner in a dungeon, I have answered you better not ask. I have not sat well that has laughed and has told me "I hope the rats do not have bothered a lot" . Not that I've said something offensive, but when I pass a bad night annoys me to give me the good morning, so I imagine they'll release me humorous comments. I have not been slow to get up and leave my small cell. On leaving the hall expecting to see a ray of light, but that has not happened. I'm not used to living in an underground shelter for them. Eusebio I followed up the main hall, where Eusebio was the woman and her mother. These were serving coffee cups on the table. As soon as I have looked askance. While taking the first sip of coffee, which tasted like lightning, Eusebio saying assaulted me "Then you will accompany a vehicle, you will need to follow your path. We have several agencies, so you can choose whichever you like ". This has not been a hint for me to leave, but a full-fledged direct. It has not been one to give thanks. After that, we started to talk about various topics, in which I asked more about Reus. The truth, I have not said anything relevant except for one thing. He told me that if I go there, there is only one road leading to Reus. And the road between Tarragona and Reus. He told me that all other roads are not this have been dynamited. This will not catch me by surprise, as we discovered when we tried to go there. To my question if you know who has blown all accesses that lead to Reus, I have answered "No idea. Perhaps it was the army that has a base in Reus. Why? Well, perhaps with the intention of stopping the slow and stay away from the city, or the same to avoid getting new refugees. Who knows, maybe they have already exceeded the quota of refugees and people do not want more. Whoever it was, has done this to Reus incommunicado, at least from this area. I just know that when blown up roads, we hear the explosions from the shelter. This happened a few months ago, at night and the explosions occurred at intervals of one hour. The next day we destroyed several roads. Over time, we find that all are destroyed leading to the city. If it's something, there is still access to our knowledge, which leads Reus and that I know, not destroyed, at least as far as I've traveled. It is the road between Tarragona and Reus. But as I said yesterday, stepping Tarragona is crazy. This infested ". If the only passable road, I think we risk. We've been through worse. In addition, with caution not have nothing to fear. When Reus settled the conversation, I asked if known to those of 'The Church of the end times. " His answer was no, so I had to talk to them and Miguel. Eusebio soon reach a clear conclusion, which, every day that passes, the more I think: Miguel hiding something. And that means it is not reliable. I also feel fear for one thing, is that Eusebio told me "I would not be quiet you have left my wife and my friends with that guy" . This has made me reconsider and start to think that I will seek to Ivan few more days and if my job does not pay and can not find it, give up the search and again by others.

My conversation with Eusebio has complete when the entrance hall appeared the whole herd of children running and screaming. While these saluted his grandfather, Andrew entered and the son of Eusebio. These were loaded with drums and several bags, which featured a small cloth bag, which had Andrew. These have left the dishes on the floor and Eusebio been asked "How did your thing?" . Andrew, with his usual bad host, replied "Fatal Wrong. We've only got two drums and that. It will not be enough. They will not accept" . This has thrown on the table bag and Eusebio has taken and looked inside, saying "Maybe. Is optimistic. If not serving us, we will choose another plan. This is our last resort. It will be fine, do not worry ". At that time I did not understand anything. What are you talking about? What he meant by 'not going to accept'? What was in that bag? Many questions and could not make any. It was not prudent, and less, and Andrew in front. When they have finished talking, Andrew has gone to see his daughter and Eusebio saved the small bag in his jacket, this told me "Well, boy , ready to follow your path? Come on, grab your stuff and I'll carry on your new vehicle ". He was giving me and I could not withstand the temptation of knowing who had been talking about, so I asked. To my question, Eusebio, who had just put in place, it has been quiet for a few seconds and then it was dropping the chair, saying "Oh, Erik, you are a very inquisitive. Lets see I do not corrode you know what's in the bag. Look ... " When the table has turned on the small bag, this had fallen several gold bracelets and necklaces, along with a couple of the same metal rings, a watch and a bundle of notes bound with a rubber band. When I saw this I could only cry "So they want this? This no longer has value." Are you robbers? " . He replied with a laughter and told me "Looters? I tell you no. Today, with this we give the same value that you've given him, or none. But we need it. As we need those drums gasoline that has brought my son and my nephew. You see, there is one thing that I have not spoken. And if I've done has not been for ocultártelo, but it is a difficult issue that we are doing much damage. But since want to know, I make the effort. I tell you. A few kilometers from here, near Mont-Roig, a small camp. Yes, you heard right, a camp, if you can call. Rather than camp, the word chabolero is successful settlement. live here overcrowded family since long before I started all this. These families never had a good reputation in town, and who were engaged in various illegal activities such as selling drugs and weapons. They did not approach or the police. When all this started, these people had no problems with slow repel all who approached, and in their shacks and have had a veritable arsenal of weapons. With all this mess, no law, all this time have been devoted to plunder and pillage. Soon got looted all the shops, pharmacies and outpatient Mont-Roig. They even have dared to Tarragona. Anything that has value and can take him to their camp, they take it. You know the worst thing? That all they have ransacked this time, now they are using to do business. Yes, yes, to do business. They want to ensure a good legacy for when this is over. And you know that do business? With all sorts of things of first necessity, especially with drugs and weapons. Curious, is not it, Yet, still live as before. Well, do you know who, for some time, are your main customers? Reus. Do not blame them for doing business with this garbage, is simple necessity. They are easier to obtain medicines and other supplies to buy from these people that making new inroads in Tarragona. Better to pay with money that no longer works with the lives of men in a dangerous raid. Well, here's where we come. As Reus, we are forced to do business with them. These gems and gasoline are to make a purchase to individuals in this camp. Like I said yesterday, my granddaughter is sick and needs insulin. An insulin not find anywhere, because this garbage has looted every pharmacy in town. So unfortunately, and not long ago, we had to resort to doing business with them. The gems them out of where we normally slow to plunder. They no longer need this, we do. Many of them are laden with jewels and money in their pockets. Just enough to bring them down and remove all carry over. That's question and that is what made this morning my son and my nephew. But a few days that a problem has arisen. The last time we went to buy insulin, did not seem enough to pay we had agreed, and take away some of the jewels and the money that we had, they gave us medicine. We were told that from that day, the payment had to be twice or not we give the dose of insulin. And here we are with my granddaughter dying in bed because of that crap without scruples. We have met the payment request and today we are going there to try to sell us medicine ". When I have told this story, I was very surprised. I had seen many things from all over, as cannibals, plunderers, psychopaths ... but this is too much. People dedicated to doing business with non-food items ... very strong. Do not know how people have this facility to surrender so easily wrong. I have not seen a group of people engaged in cleaning the streets of rotten or save people who are isolated in shelters. What I told Eusebio has been following "Still I can not understand how some people behave like that. My group and I have met individuals of this type, very similar. I hope I'm wrong, but I believe these individuals I will give problems. So I want you to accept my offer: I am going to follow. If things get ugly, I could use a weapon on your side. It's the least I can do in gratitude for your hospitality ". Eusebius has been thought for a few seconds and made the threat of rejecting my offer, but I insisted. Then you have accepted and says " Thanks. We will leave immediately. Right now I give your gun to have them ready ".

has not taken to get my rifle and my pistol. Then I loaded the two arms and ammunition have been ready to go. Eusebius has called me a few minutes to go and I followed through the halls of the shelter to the exit. When we have gone out the door to the outside, the sun has me dazzling, blinding me. There I saw Andrew and nephew of Eusebius, the first with a hunting rifle and the second with a shotgun. They also carried cans of fuel, which have begun to bear on the back of a truck. Andrew, to me, has approached me and told me "Know that I disapprove of you come with us, stranger. If I was, you never have walked on our shelter. So dedicate yourself to shut up and do nothing , unless otherwise ordered by you. This is not a game, so do not play hard ". I answered with a slight nod. Once the dishes are loaded in the truck, the son of Eusebio and I have gone to a Ford I had parked behind the truck, while his uncle Andrew and are mounted in the truck. We have not been slow to get going. We stayed all the way following the truck without even address a word. We have gone through a dirt road for half an hour or so. After this time, I spotted the said camp. At the edge of the road stretched a series of shacks, stuck with each other. These were made of many elements: pieces of wood, sheet metal, pieces of roof fiberglass, plastic sheets, billboards ... chabolero was a full-fledged settlement. As we approached, we had to avoiding the rubbish that was scattered along the road. There was even a washing machine exploded in the middle. Suddenly, the truck stopped in front of us and did the same with our car. When we got the car, I could see everything in more detail. I almost put my hands on his head to see the chimney of smoke rose from the slums. How dare you do this? This is a claim to the marauders! On the outskirts of the slums had several chickens and dogs running around. Then was when I noticed how my head was leaning on the barrel of a gun. I have not turned on, I remained motionless. Then a voice has sounded, saying "But you Quie 'ere'? You ere 'new' (I write as he spoke to us and talk this guy). I followed without turn around, then Eusebio has spoken to my "Quiet, is a friend. We came to settle the business, remember?" . The other, while the gun away from my head, replied "We Guzto new people. Should 'zaberlo" . This was when I could turn around and see who it was that had me at gunpoint. This man, very dark, long hair, shabby and unkempt, I returned the gaze, smiling. Her smile has exposed his dirty teeth, in which several teeth were missing. Around his neck hung several fat laces and a gold medal. He has kept his gun in his pants and says "A sees 'that noz traei'" . The four we have followed in the direction of the slums. Then I noticed that the door of the huts had a lot of people watching. Armed men, women with babies in arms, children ... and all withthe same pattern of aesthetic the first I've seen. This has led us to inside of the huts. Passing through the crowd, several children have been released on my gun and I have tried removing the hands. They stopped doing this when an older man who had with them has beaten one of the children, shouting "'taro quiet!" . When we entered in the hut, I almost hold my nose because the smell that was here. It was a horrible mixture of smells like dirt and moisture. At the bottom of the hut stood a pile of boxes and in the middle of the room, a small table with a Roman balance. Alongside this, there was a pretty big man sitting. This looked at us and laughed with a hideous smile. The individual who had followed has begun to say "A is ', three jerry cans' of Gazoline and corn traei'..." . Eusebio has taken from his pocket the bag and it has been delivered. This has shifted the content on the scale, removing the clock and notes. Has looked at the weight of gold, has had the tickets and noted the clock. Thereupon, she has shot clock down and has walked, saying "E'te watchmaker 'not worth it. E' shit." I dai '70 euro', tre 'Bidone', a watchmaker 'shit and four pendant' which Cazier Pézan not? Tomaia Me 'for a fool? E'to non e' enough! Trae'me more! More! Or o 'damo' medicine! " . The fat of the chair started to laugh louder, almost shouting. Eusebio has begun to ask please accept that by medicines, but only managed that scream more. Andrew has tried to intervene, but his cousin was arrested. I have seen how hard Andrew grabbed his gun and looked at face of hatred. Then, the individual has cried "Llevaro'lo of here!" and shanty curtains have opened, getting several men, which we have been caught by the arms and force us out. All they had was to laugh and have started to insult others. Children until we have beaten and thrown stones. Those of us who have taken us by force dragged and pushed us. I have been dropped. Then, the other has left the hut and shouted us "Out! And volvai 'without full payment!" . Between Eusebius, his nephew and I have managed to stop Andrew, who was insulted and wanted to go for it. As we have, we've got in the car and we have mounted in vehicles, undertaking the march back to the shelter.

As we come to the shelter and we have lowered cars, Andrés has been dropped to the ground and exploded to mourn. Eusebio and nephew tried to comfort him, while Andrew, between sobs, said "My daughter ... my daughter ... I died and I can not do anything ..." . Eusebio has told "Nephew, I swear your girl is going to have your insulin, you just have to endure one more day, just another day. I promise ..." . When I noticed, in front of the shelter was the whole family, including children. Women were crying. As we have, We loaded with Andrew and we have brought to your room. It has tried to get away from us, but we are not allowed. When we got into bed, his cousin and his wife, his aunt and grandmother have stayed with him, comforting him, as Eusebius has left the room. I left over at the time, so I've come out of the room. This was when Eusebio, with tears in his eyes, told me "Erik, if you still want to help us stay one more night. Tomorrow we're going to need. If, however you want to go now, you have the door open. But I need to know now ". I told her to tell me for what I need. told me "Thank you. You're a nice guy. I'll reward" . After saying this, has moved away down the hall. I said "I have to do?" . He, without turning around, replied "First thing tomorrow you'll know. Only that morning I tell my granddaughter is going to take insulin. Until then, rest and keep forces" . I do not need to know more. I know what it's all about.

The day is fast and dark. And it was dark by the darkness of the shelter, but for the encouragement of all members of this family. I felt like a ghost roaming the refuge, invisible to the eyes of the world. Eusebio has spent all day locked in his room. The only thing that has given a touch of life to the shelter are children, running from one side to another, oblivious to everything. When it's time for dinner, have appeared only women, children and nephew of Eusebio. But I was the only one with the children, who dared to stick snack. I left the plate half because I felt ashamed for being the only adult who kept the appetite at that time. In the end, see Eusebius has left at 22:30 and the reason was to accompany me to the room. Had a bad face. As if she had been crying. And I understand. When led me to my room, I was given the good night and I have been to surrender my weapons. answered me "No need. I do not. I know we can trust you. Until tomorrow, son" and closed the door. He has not even bolted. From this, I'm here with my friends the rats, which seem to be waiting for me to sleep, and turning to the head.

Eusebio Although I have not said it intends to do tomorrow, I imagine. And I have a strange feeling inside me. Never before have I felt this sensation. And this concerns me. It is as if something bad were to happen tomorrow ...


- Erik -

Cervix Is High And Hard Could I Still Be Pregnant

+ + + Hunter Hunted 16/07/1910 10/07/1912

Today, after refueling at the only gas station I've encountered along the way, I discovered something quite interesting. I have been several days that I have not found signs of life in my way, but while extracting fuel from the pump, I heard the sound of an engine. The sound was of a motorcycle. I've been stunned for a few seconds, trying to find the source of sound. As much as I looked into the adjacent roads have not seen the vehicle. I have not lost time, I filled the tank half, I've ridden the bike and I have taken towards the highway. When I reached the next exit, which led to a town called "Mont-Roig del Camp" I have strayed from the county road. The reason is that the vehicle was traveling not heard the highway, but by a road near the gas station and this was the nearest exit. I drove around for several minutes, dodging a few marauders who have been finding me. In the end, I have come to a roundabout. My surprise was that the entrance to this was bermed with earth and rubble. The entrance and all exits of the roundabout. I left the bike with the stand since I've turned off the engine and down to inspect. It was impossible for the vehicle I've heard has passed through here. I was wrong. Seeing the pile of dirt and rubble blocking the road I realized that it was a barricade. Among the rubble and also had sacks heaped earth. Who and how did it end? I lined the barricade and I have inspected the following parapets. They even had two barbed wire. It is clear that this does not have to stop the marauders, and it would be useless because they do not have problems as I have done skirting out of the road. This is done to rein in travelers. It was then that I realized what was in the middle of the roundabout. Under a small ornamental statue of a bull, there was a corpse, which seemed a prowler, tied into the marble base of the statue. Around his neck hung a cardboard that seemed written. As I went closer, I could be seeing more details. Tied with thin ropes and hanging from the ends and outgoing of the two statues, had at least a dozen severed heads. Marauder looked like, but it is impossible to know. It was very creepy to see how swayed in the wind. It gave me chills. When I arrived at the statue, observe the body of the cartel. This read: "Strangers, you are not welcome. Must go out where you came." The reanimated corpse that had just moments before reading the sentence. This opened his eyes, which stared at me and began to moan in agony. Quickly it by pointing my gun but did not shoot because it was securely tied and could not get loose from his bonds. Now cold, I'm glad not to be fired, because I'm pretty sure that the house of elders came to me that horde of marauders because they were attracted by my shots. I turned and headed for my bike. To my surprise, there was someone next to my bike. He was crouched next to it and back. He brandished the gun and held at gunpoint as he walked towards him. When I've been close enough, I've cried "Hey you! What are you doing on my bike?!" . When he heard my cry, this individual has been rotated. And my surprise was the discovery that this individual was a children as young as 12 years. When he saw me pointing to a sad face because I have touched the soul. Then I lowered the rifle and told him to calm down, she would not hurt. The child, with brown hair and a dirty face, I looked into his eyes and transformed her sad face on one side of Imp, with a mischievous smile on his face. Has opened his right hand and taught me something. In his hands was a small knife and immediately directed the look at the bottom of my bike. I do not understand anything, then I looked to where he saw and I understood everything. The wheels of my bike was cracked. The fucking kid I had to click wheel. I've cried "Child the balls! Why did you do that?! ". This, laughed aloud, had started running in the direction across the field. I have not run screaming, she would not do anything. But the child has made me ignored and has continued to run. Then I come running after him.

The boy pulled me away was amazing and very fast and agile. jumped the bushes and other obstacles with ease, while it cost me a barbarity. As I ran, I had stumbled almost makes me fall to the ground, but luckily I was able to maintain balance and continue walking. This is internal to a small grove. I took forever to get here. As I could, I went through all the bushes and got rid of the branches of a rose that I have left the arms and legs a mess. When I crossed the woods, I saw the child. This was far and was jumping a concrete wall. The wall seemed to jump from a factory. In less than two seconds he climbed the wall and disappeared behind him. Tired and exhausted, I started the race again. In fact, I'm not sure because I encabezonado both pursue this child. This surely was not going to get a convincing explanation of why he had done what he has done, but perhaps it is because it's a boy and felt compassion for him while also trying to find out if he was alone or accompanied. When I reached the wall, I climbed it as I could, costing three times what it cost him the child. Once perched on this, I jumped on the other side and I looking for the route he had been able to follow the child. I was in a large yard of a tire factory. Before me stood two huge craft work. I followed my instincts and headed for the largest building. When I came through the door and found myself in a huge dusty room, with heavy machinery. I walked around the room watching every corner. At the back of the room on a conveyor belt, I saw child of yore. Was crawling and getting into the interior of the great machine. I shouted to stop, it could be dangerous and I went quickly to prevent it. When I arrived, the boy already had gotten inside and, cautiously, I peered through the opening of the machinery. Inside, curled up with the knife in his hand, was the kid. I encouraged him to leave, but he said pulling me in a mocking tone language. I started to get him out when in my back, I cried a child's voice "Do not even try, asshole!" . I turned and saw two children. One of them was pointing a shotgun that was almost bigger than him. The other was holding a big stick solid. The one with the gun told me to throw the weapon. I ignored and tried to negotiate. I told them I would not do anything wrong to his friend, who was just passing and trying to help. The boy with the gun, about 13 years, he ordered the other to take my gun. I felt ridiculous watching as a kid of 11 years, I disarmed. But I could not do anything to risk a child with a gun is as dangerous or more than an adult. Another voice rang. Came from the top floor of a floating bridge. When I looked, I saw two children, both pointing at me, one with an automatic rifle and another with a slingshot. The gun looked about 15 years, but the other, the puny the slingshot, would not exceed 11. The smallest said "Bob, look at this" and immediately downloaded your slingshot. I could see the stone furrowed the airspace of the factory and impacted me on the shoulder. The pain I toured the area and I fell to the ground by hand in the area of \u200b\u200bimpact. While I almost writhing in pain, all the crowd of kids were laughing out loud, until a moment ago had been pursuing, which had come out of hiding. Two more shells hit me slingshot again, this time in the abdomen and head. The impact of the head and I made a breakthrough soon sprout blood and run down my face. But children continued to laugh. Now I understand the saying that children can become very cruel. The child cried gun "Enough!" Robert, tie his hands and feet! " . This bag from his pocket several ties and I put them on the hands and feet. While he did that, I tried to make them understand children was not an enemy, let me go. Only the child got me bat "pet" with this. Luckily, a boy aged 11 has neither the strength nor the dexterity with a stick that can be an adult. Still, the blows were painful. Once frozen, the children of the upper walkway down and met with others. Then, they began to wonder what was here, who he was. I explained, but as children they are, but were playing to be adults, nor do I understand or pay attention to me. The child of the knife was devoted to fun and make me dance while I was talking nonsense. This diverted attention from everyone and not listen. Then they began to discuss what to do with me. It froze my blood. The bat boy said "Eh, eh, guys, this is better. We could squashing the head with a large stone. Have you never seen what's inside your head? I did, once, and it's disgusting!" . Another said "No, no, better open it with Charly's knife. I could do it, I've seen my father do with the pigs ". Another " We could tell the others ... (this gave me some hope, which vanished with the following) Or, better, tied to a stick and we aim with guns, shooting. " Then the oldest spoke " No, I'll decide what we do. Bring a prowler ". All the children ran away unless a laugh. I could not be that they were planning what I feared. In that moment I thought he would die in the same way I left him to die a cannibal who had captured me in Valencia. I asked the child they intended to do with a predator and he said "fun" . I begged him not to do so, let me go. So I asked if they wanted entertainment, which ties me go to fight with the Prowler, which thus would be more fun for them. he answered "No, we want you to eat. If you defend yourself is not funny. Our fathers have prevented us to see how they eat the 'slow'. Now we're able to see" . Then I told him that if his parents were alive, if they were adults. I replied. He soon heard the cries of other children. said "Over here, 'Slow' ass face! "," A I do not get it, fool! "And" Here you have food, ugly! ". The children came and I could see the outside throwing stones. Quickly, all children including I climbed the stairs guarded and took up positions on the rail to watch the scene closely. Through the door soon enter a prowler. This, clumsy movements and consumed by the putrefaction, began observing the room. Then fixed his eyes on me. I lay on the ground, I stood still as a stone in the hope that I do not distinguish. But to no avail. With a loud groan and with an awkward step towards me said I knew where to go. For each step giving, their robes gnawed jacket and trousers checkered dress she danced in his lean body. I started to yell at children that you please avoid, but they laughed and cheered loudly to the Prowler. Who was like watching a boxing match and encourages her favorite. Each step was slow to understand that he was doomed, but still, I kept screaming and trying to let go of the reins. They were very strong and could not get loose, but I continued until I noticed that I was doing blood on his wrists. And he was just two meters from me and the children were more anxious, screaming cheers. The predator dropped his knees on the floor and put his paws on my back. Gradually, he began to bring his head with open mouth to my neck. For every move toward closer, I could hear all the creaking joints of her body violently. I tried to kneed, but I could not, I had limited ties. I tried to roll on the floor, but I was strongly tied prowler. At that moment I could smell his putrid breath. His mouth was inches from my face. It was impossible to escape. That's when the miracle happened. A voice echoed saying "Fuck God!" and a shot rang out. The bullet impact to the predator in the head and face splashed all over the bloody concoction. This he fell over me. Crawling, I took it off of him and saw the door to my savior. An adult man wielding a hunting rifle. Then, the children shouted "What the fuck have you done, motherfuckers!" and ran down the stairs toward the kids. They began to slip through a hole in a door, but the man could catch two of them, among whom was the oldest. I removed the weapons while they said "We have not done anything! Grandfather, do not hit us!" . The adult took off his belt and began to spank. While the children were crying and trying to avoid the lashes, I came over me a nervous laugh. I could not believe he was alive. If I had taken a few seconds, would be dead and wandering aimlessly like a predator more. When the man finished roofs, caught the ear and on to my position.

When he came to my side, I expressed my thanks and told him what happened, what had children and what they intended. Then I asked him to let go of the bonds. He replied "Tranquilo, everything in due time. On what they have done these children will get their punishment. And you also double the inside to go area for them. Since I believe we go armed cowboys so we have to start thinking about whether it is good idea to have weapons or not. Well, what we were going, who you are, what you doing here, you're ...?" . I explained everything from where I'm going to where I came from. This town looking man heard me sitting on a rubble stone and interrupted me numerous times to ask more questions. When I finished, he pulled a knife from his pocket and cut off the flanges. Then I said "Look, let's do something. I'll take you to our shelter. Obviously, your weapon will be in my collection and now I'm going to inspect all your belongings in search of more weapons. When you are sure you are not dangerous apparently will bind you eyes and I'll lead you to our hideout. For security reasons, do not want you to see the road. When we arrive, we will pay you and give you room to eat and drink. When bedtime came, lie locked. I hope you understand because I do this well. Security. On the contrary, you can leave the way you came. Yes, your weapon to me I'll stay. You decide ". I studied it as fast as I could. It was a very risky option, but this guy seemed legit. I was in their hands, but blindfolded and locked in a room it would be more. On the contrary, could obtain valuable information from him. Also, my bike was useless and fall several hours ago, so I agreed. When recorded my bag, found my gun, which he put in his pants. After making sure that he had no more weapons, took a bandage and blindfolded me. He took me outside and, once there gave me several laps to get lost. The truth is that he succeeded. Then ordered the two boys sadistic cogieran me by the hand and guide me with him. By the way, I began to ask questions. The first was whether they had seen Ivan, which gave a brief overview. His answer surprised me and filled me with hope: "We saw a boy who enters the description say. Big, with headscarf, with a Harley ... Yes A little less than a month. We saw him sniffing at a petrol station a few miles from here. He did not see us. We were going to take fuel when we saw him. Refueled, fumbled in the service area and left. It was to the north, towards Tarragona. For your sake I hope you did not go there. It is a hive of dead . In other words, passed through here and was at the gas station I've been today. I'm on the right track!. Then I asked her to tell me how things were going around and why had Reus dropped. His answer filled me even more of hope and surprise in equal measure: "Well, like I said, Tarragona is a hive. At least the East. I try to go for food and it was impossible. As you go in to the inner city, the infected are doubling in number. They dropped my son for months " There's been a few seconds of silence. I gave my condolences but he continued talking. "What I say to Reus, do not know where did you get that has fallen. Follow up and maintaining all refugees" . Do you understand why I say that I was filled with hope and surprise? I'm dying to tell Bethlehem and others. Miguel knew that we had lied. After hearing what Reus strong exclaimed "What?! No way!" We were told he had fallen! " to which he replied "Well, who told you that I lied. It has not fallen and continues as the first day. If I remember correctly, with more ground than when we left. When we left, they had begun an expansion, street cleaning street unsafe area and widening the secure perimeter fences ... " . interrupted him saying "What? Let's see if I understand correctly ... You and yours have been in the safe city of Reus? And you do not you still live there?" . His answer was blunt: "Look, things happen." I was born in the village of 'Mont-Roig. "My wife and children also. All of my family. At the very beginning, with the confusion that had we let ourselves be by the media panic and went to Reus and thousands more. We learned that there were evacuating people from a radio message. We went there a week that Reus is established as a safe area and the military will take total control of the city. We were treated very well. Upon arrival, we were put in quarantine and made us pass medical checks to make sure we were not infected. You know there nobody enters without passing the checks. When made sure we were clean, we had to sign a stack of papers and awarded us a story. There everything works as it worked before this. There are laws, offices, shops ... all overseen by the military. Besides, I have not seen that area safer. And now comes because we left. Do you know why? Because people are people, not city. Always were and always will be. Longed for our people, the mountain, everything. And the life of the city to get stressed out. We also had many differences that led us to abandon the city, but the main one was that, that did not change our land and way of life safer. We have been hunters all their lives as well we do not have the overall safety problems ourselves. I assure you it is more dangerous and difficult to kill a wild boar that a prowler. We're almost there. Then I remove the band ".

This is something I have not understood. They leave, possibly only safe city in Spain because" they like to live in the countryside? How is that? Do not understand. totally absurd. And I have not understood to be concerned with the discrepancies. I could not ask more questions about it at the moment.

We have not been slow to reach the famous refuge. Children have released me and this man has taken away the band as he said "By the way, my name is Eusebio. Do you? " . I answered and told me to follow him. I have observed around me. We were facing a small manor house surrounded by countryside. In the distance I could make out a village, which I have thought it was the famous village of 'Mont-Roig. " When Eusebio has given me back, one of the kids, the youngest, the language has brought me and gave me a kick in the shin, then has run out. I swear that if I could, that child was going to take a few lashes. In this and the other four. Eusebio I followed to the vicinity of the house. Then started to remove some weeds from the ground and has uncovered a metal door embedded in the ground. Opened it and started to decline by a narrow staircase. I followed him and I asked if this was a basement. He told me "No. It's an old bomb shelter of the civil war. The last owner of the house as amended in the years 60-70 and made it more habitable and comfortable. It was an old ex-legionnaire obsessed with the topic of the cold war and a possible nuclear attack against Spain. It was crazy. Who would bother to drop a nuclear bomb on the dump ... At least this has been good place to shelter. Follow Me . We walked along a narrow corridor. This was illuminated by light bulbs hanging from the ceiling of land. The hall is penetrated down slightly. In the end, we reached a small lit room with a dim light. The roof was propped up by large timbers. In the center of the room was a table and some chairs. At the back of the room was a metal door. Eusebio approached this and opened it. I followed by another long, narrow corridor. When we reached the end of it, Eusebio said "I bring visit" . I stood beside him and watched where I was. Before me stretched a large room of about 10x10 feet, reinforced by several beams of metal work. In the room were several chairs and even a dresser. On this there was a radio. In the center of the room, facing a large table, there were five persons, who had his eyes fixed on me. At one end of the table, an older woman who was peeling potatoes over a bowl at his side, a woman about 45 years. At the other extreme, a boy about 30 years with a girl of similar age. Standing next to them, another boy the same age. latter asked "Who is it?" . Eusebio began to explain everything that happened, but he would not let him finish. In a high voice, began to shout "This is crazy! Stayed outsiders Now?! So that we risk in riding all the paraphernalia of the roundabout?! (on hearing this, see Eusebio. I still surprised that they have been they who assembled it all in roundabout) With all due respect, man ... If you are a fucking ignorant! No wonder that his cousin died in Tarragona! ". After that, he took his gun, which was on the table, and walked down a dark hallway but not before glared. Eusebio looked at me and then looked at all present.'s wife gave about 45 years: "It is not wise as you have done. Acknowledge that I feel that my nephew is right. But what's done is done. I had dinner with us and then take it to the store. There is a mattress where you sleep. Teach the shelter while we prepare dinner ". Eusebio invited me to accompany him. I saw him hit after everything he had said that individual. Then I asked if they had been they who had put everything in the roundabout. I answered in a tone off. "Yes I did between my nephew, children and me. The reason was to ward off strangers here. Do not we trust anyone. You, too, included in the pot, so do not be fooled by our hospitality. For Indeed, I hope excuse my nephew Andrew. It has very bad temper and not a hair cut. Two children have been assaulted today you are your children. The other two are children of my son, who was in the room . The older, my son who died ... " . Eusebio showed me around the shelter. This was labyrinthine, full of corridors, rooms and small makeshift rooms. There's even a second output. The place is very dark, as it is not no light from outside. The site seems very safe and hidden. Something struck me. I was talking with him at the door of a room when it is opened and Andrew. This looked at us with contempt and closed the door. As I closed this, I could stand inside. It was a small room lit by a dim light. At the bottom was a small cot where I thought I saw someone covered. I had time to see more. Andrew finished locking the door and left. I could not resist curiosity and asked Eusebio "Is this another room?" Who is it? " . He looked at me and said, "Yes, but not the I can teach you. This is my granddaughter, the daughter of Andrew. It's pretty sick ... is diabetic and we have run out of insulin.'s Going to get worse every day ... and we can not give him his insulin because we did not find. Until a few weeks ago we had no trouble getting, but now, impossible. Time is running out ".

The afternoon passed quickly. This was spent with Eusebio and his other son, helping to put fuel into the generator shelter. I removed the eye and gave me back at any time. When it came time for dinner, we sat at the table while the woman and her mother served Eusebio table. We served a rabbit stew with potatoes, which was delicious. The timing of the dinner was very uncomfortable. He saved a few questions that made me the woman of Eusebius and the noise of children, no one spoke. Andrew did not even appear to dinner. Apparently, this was very upset by my appearance and decided to stay there tonight. He does not trust me. Neither he nor anyone else. And do not blame them. After dinner, Eusebio led me to what would be my room. When opened this and lit the lamp, I could see rats ran hidden among sacks of potatoes. It was a large room filled with bags, food cans, water bottles and various utensils. From behind the bags took a dirty mattress with a blanket and dropped it on the floor. Before leaving he said: "Like I said, I'll shut you down and locked until tomorrow at 8. I thank you not to eat any of the food here is. We have the rationed food. On the water, do not worry. Bebe all you want. The of the bottles is clean and has been boiled, so you can drink alone. And if you need to make your needs, make use of that cube. That if, tomorrow morning do not forget to empty it. to rest " . After it has shut the door and I could hear and has laid the external locks. This few hours ago and here I am sitting on a dusty mattress, with a filthy blanket and watching the rats scurry from side to side. I've been sniffing among the junk and found a small knife. I have kept me in the pants. They are not the only ones who do not trust. I do not trust me I finish them, so you better keep a card up his sleeve just in case. They seem nice people, but the most hospitable I've met have turned out to be psychopaths.

still hurts my bumps and bruises this evening. At least, the gap in my head firmly shut, but also hurts. Fucking kids ...

I'll try to sleep. If nothing prevents me, tomorrow I will return my departure. This break is not going to hurt the contrary. Moreover, given that Reus is still standing, going to bed happier than ever. Although this feeling of happiness is offset by the thought that Michael lied to us and do not know for what purpose. That worries me, and Bethlehem and the rest are still there.

Goodnight.


- Erik -

Retirement Party Word

+ + On the trail

On day 5, after finishing the entry and start my journey into the home of the grandparents, the weather took a sudden change. The sky was overcast with clouds in a matter of minutes and began heavy rain fall that looked like a flood. On the one hand, this came in handy because, as always, remained inactive the marauders under the water curtain and rid my way without problems, without running any risk. At that time, the danger lay in the road, which looked like a skating rink when I touched the brakes of the bike. To avoid unnecessary risks, I moderated enough speed. Except that I was soaking wet and looked like a soup, I had no kind of hurry. I remember the landscape. It was spectacular, worthy of get a picture. The overcast sky black as coal, discharging every ten seconds they were accompanied by bright flashes of lightning flew into the sky wrapped in a thunderous clap of thunder. And all this, surrounded by mountains and nature. Shocking, believe me. He also had a sinister touch I bristled the hairs on his neck when the blinding lightning lit up the road and, with this contribution of extra light, I could see the immensity of highway littered with thousands of living corpses planted there, motionless in the rain.

As I was saying, they remained as mere ornaments of the landscape until the rain stopped. When the last drop fell, all the raiders began to recover slowly and try to catch that thing edible power that was me. Just enough to take risks on the wet soil and rock it the bike. Only I had bad luck when I passed a group of six walking. Just past along with them, I felt a blow on the back. At first I thought that one got to touch me when going at full speed with them, but I started to worry when I noticed that I pulled the bag. For a moment, took off my eyes off the road and turned his head to see what was happening behind me. I was surprised to see a bloody marauder, an old gaunt, bony and consumed by the putrefaction to be exact, clutching my bag with one hand and the rest of the body in the air waving like a flag. Struggled against the wind, trying to get close to bite, but it was impossible. Alarmed by this situation, then the only thing I could think to do was eses on the bike with the hope that it will come loose. I did this by looking again and again until I got my back, it appears. For one of the mirrors I could see the left back and shattered on impact and bounce off the ground. That was the only mishap of the trip and everything went within normal until I reached the old house.

When I came to this area, it was well as it as always free of marauders. What the hell is this area that seem to repel? Despite this, I thought it wise to leave the bike on the shoulder of the highway, because if was spending the night in the house, which is far from the highway, he preferred to have this at the door of the house if I had to get out whistling. As I lower the bike by the embankment between the shoulder and country, and once here, I drove very slowly. When I finally got to the porch of the house, I stopped the bike and watched everything around me. I found it very strange that Joaquin does not come out gun in hand alarmed by the roar of the bike. I thought it would be in the barn, although it was dark. I knocked three strokes sound. While waiting for him or Mercedes I opened the door, I noticed that several meters from the house were six graves. Quickly I realized who it was. Family were revived Joaquin and Mercedes jealously guarded in a locked room because of the recklessness of Ivan and Elena had to kill them. I knocked on the door while trying to remember if you kill all or was anyone in the room. I was not sure, but I sounded that do not kill everyone. If not, why are six graves that are there? Joaquin case "to finish the job? I called again and left my thoughts. Seeing that no one opened it, grabbed my gun and turned the knob. The door opened and I entered cautiously, fearing the worst. But I saw the dining room intact, as it was when we left, no signs of struggle, only the bullet holes left in the walls. But the elderly couple were not in the room and not in the kitchen. I called out loud by name, but got no response. Only silence. I thought maybe, with all that had happened, decided to leave shortly after we leave. But where could have led an elderly couple, alone and with all that was out? Slowly, I climbed the stairs toward the upper deck. My first destination was the bedroom of Joaquin and Mercedes. When you open this, I understood everything. Nothing more to open this door, the stench almost me down. If I have learned is that whenever my nose smells the stench of death, I have to point my gun and prepare for the worst. But this time there was no need to set me on guard. Lying on the bed, face up and hit by a shotgun in the head, was Mercedes. The old woman lay on the sheets soaked in dried blood and it seemed at the time of death, was sleeping or, failing that, hoping the shot in the most dignified as possible. The rest of the room was spotless and without any destruction. I left the room wondering what had happened here and where was Joaquin. I looked through all the rooms and gave him not until I reached the last upstairs room, the room where small incident occurred with the family revived the elderly. Nothing but open the door, I saw that the room was shrouded in darkness, only illuminated by rays of setting sun that streamed in through the cracks of the shutter. When my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I could glimpse a silhouette in the dark in a corner of the room. Even so, it distinguished more, so I took my flashlight in my backpack and when I met her, I use it. Nothing more light in the room, I stuck a tremendous shock. That figure was Joaquin corner. Rather, what was left of it. Sitting in a corner, had engaged in a hand gun and his face ... the face of old man was unrecognizable. He had committed suicide shot himself in the head and the impact had ripped half his face. The left side of his head was a concoction of dried blood and bits of bone, jaw hanging only by a piece of meat. The smell was unbearable. Would have left the room if it was not with his body was a piece of paper that caught my attention and which I may go to inspect. When I got my hands confirm my suspicions. It was a note written Joaquin handwriting. The note writing screeds crooked and trembling, said:

"There is no reason to continue living. Satan came with these strangers, they shattered our small sanctuary, they defiled, we took from our family. There is no reason to go in this world and just hope that God will forgive what I did and I will do. Mercedes would not approve, so I ended his suffering in his sleep. For her agony is over this earth and has gained entry into the kingdom of heaven, but I, with that act and the next thing I perform, I have earned my eternal torment. I'm going to take life. Oh, merciful God, have mercy on my soul and forgive these two sins "

Just finished reading the note, looked at the corpse of Joachim. I was filled with grief and guilt at that time. But disappeared as soon as the corpse of Joachim opened his one eye and stared at me. I was startled and the flashlight fell from my hand, rolling on the floor. Kicks heard as quickly as lifting the body of Joaquin. I picked up the rifle to my shoulder and pointing to where I assumed it was Joaquin. The firing lit up the room. That flash allowed me to see the position of this, but it did not take a second shot. A thud on the ground confirm that I was right on target and had collapsed on the floor. I took the flashlight and lighting to see what was right. Lying on the floor lay Joaquín. The shot was hit in the neck and had virtually severed head. I looked away in horror. At that moment, I had my second surprise. A few steps behind me warned me that I was not alone. I turned and discovered that Mercedes was behind me, arms outstretched to me and his mouth contorted. In a quick movement, gave him a rifle butt in the face and got him down. I did not give time to get up and shot in the head. The bullet pierced his forehead and stuck in the wooden floor. After that, rushed out of the room, locked the door and down the hall. There I sat in a chair and stood in silence for an hour. I was fatal, fatal because he ruined the lives of the elderly couple who lived peacefully before our arrival, it had fatal shooting ... I was shattered, but my eyes no tears flowed. Maybe it's because I've cried so many since this began that I no longer remain. Not how or when, but I fell asleep. Nor as I slept, 3 or 4 hours maybe, but what if I know it's because I woke up. The sound of breaking glass hundreds of alarmed me. For a moment, stunned by slumber, did not know where I was. When I located, turned on the flashlight, because it was dark and was surrounded by darkness. The sounds of glass still ringing and the first place was focused on the windows. The first thing I saw were several branches that had passed through the glass window and waved wildly. The other two windows on the left were the same. The sound of glass breaking another startling me again. I focused on my right and saw the back of the room window looked out the head of a predator, with several more arms. In a quick movement, this prowler picked up the body through the window and dropped into the room. Grasp my rifle and shot him, hitting the bullet in the chest. Just got to stop it and save time. I ran toward the front door, but behind it I could hear as they were hitting. Seeing that escape through the only way out of the house was impossible and that the marauders were beginning to enter the house through the windows, only I came running toward the stairs and go upstairs. Once there, listening to the groans of the marauders, took a dresser and threw it down the stairs, in order to hinder and delay the marauders that would soon rise. I did the same with another window of a room. When alum to the lower floor, I discovered that the room was full of marauders who walked up the stairs and through the windows did not stop to get more and more. Nothing would serve to continue pulling furniture downstairs. Nothing would stop. Ascended to the top floor and walked into the room where the bodies of Joaquin and Mercedes. I closed the door and blocked with a wardrobe. He then ran to the back of the room, took place after a bed and, exhausted, reload the rifle. I stood facing the door while the flashlight focused on this. Naive of me, I hope that when we go up and not find me, would leave. Not so. Soon they start hitting the door. First, blows that were gradually increasing in number, until it became terrible assaults that shook the closet. This, for each attack, it was separating from the door and the soon to open, causing the fall wardrobe overturned, smashing the body of Mercedes. Limited while supplies last shot magazine. Abtahi a few, but there were very many. I just left a loophole and took it. I got up and ran to the window, broke the window, broke the lamp shade and focused vacuum. It was a considerable fall, but had no other choice. That or be devoured by the marauders. Focused again on my back and I could see they were still in the back of the room. I searched my pocket for the lighter and as fast as I could, I turned one of the curtains. The fire advanced fast for these and, immediately afterwards, I threw my belongings and jumped vacuum. Not even know how I survived that fall. Perhaps the muddy ground cushioned my fall. Be that as it may, I was lucky and did not even broke a bone, just hurt my foot and ribs to roll on the floor. Nothing more. I grabbed my stuff and I got scared by the large number of marauders who had crowded in the windows of the house. But these were so focused on going in that they did not notice me. Running, I took my bike, mount, start, and walked across the field. On the way to the highway I found several marauders who were heading toward the house. How could I, the dodged. When I reached the highway, I looked toward the house. In the dark of night, stood the orange flames that were consuming the house. They had spread from the upper deck, but would soon consume the entire house. I stayed for a few minutes watching the flames and left. That fire would alert anyone who saw the miles and it was not surprising that a group of undesirables resorted to snooping, which included the Skull Korps, so I left immediately. I left with the pain of not being able to give a decent burial to the old couple. They would have liked to relax with his family, who lies buried near the porch ...
Ivan
As I said in his message, I headed north. I am a few miles from where Bethlehem and others, to be exact, not far from Tarragona. I spent these days searching for clues to help me find Ivan and I have found traces of human activity. A few days ago, on the side of the road, found the ashes of a bonfire next to empty beer cans and food waste. Shortly after this, found on the highway several shell casings and two marauders killed not long ago. My latest find was today. I found the marks of a motorcycle braking. The diameter of the tire is the same as my Harley, so I'm pretty sure the bike is Ivan.

feel I'm closer to him ...


- Erik -

Gujarati Wedding Lenghas

+ 10/07/1905 + + Starting

Only a few days ago I did the group know of my intention to go and look for Ivan. As expected, the news was received with disagreement. Elena just support my idea. The others I tried out of my head almost instantly to present my idea. Bethlehem said that neither occurred to me, that nothing in the world was going to let me go and hunt for Ivan, whether alone or accompanied. Topped their opinion saying Ivan, if he had not, is it almost certainly had died and that his life was not worth jeopardizing our coming after him. Eduardo, the always mature and reasonable voice of the group, gave him reason to Bethlehem, clarifying that my intention was good only if we have the certainty that Ivan is alive, but no, we do not know if he is alive or dead. Mary, shaking her head from side to side as negative, just a pronounced "Take it off the head, Erik. Not worth it" . Hans, his blue eyes staring into mine with an expression of powerlessness, said "I am starting to get too old for these jogging ..." . Elena said she was only willing to join me as long as the mission is accomplished. Apparently, take less than Ivan's what I thought. When this was offered to accompany me, Bethlehem threw a look of hatred and said in a threatening tone "Forget it. You do not go with my guy anywhere," . Before the girl had time to reply, I told them to forget it, that I removed the head. Bethlehem smiled at this. After this conversation and feeling bad for saying something not meant to do, and, above all, for lying to Bethlehem, I went away to sit on the stairs of the entrance. I stayed there a while, turning the matter. There been studying maps and plotting routes to hidden the previous day. More or less, I had an idea of \u200b\u200bplaces could have requested that Ivan. At that time, I saw Edward walking to my position. When he got to where I stood, sat next to me and told me "Guess what? In that time we've been together, I have come to know you better than if you had given birth. Before you step, and know where you're going to run, before you speak, I know what you will say, before you think something, I know you are thinking. It's not that you're predictable, believe me. Therefore, whether these plotting, I know you round the head. What you're stubborn ass, I know I want to go alone in search of Ivan. What I've hit the jackpot? ". Startled and afraid that what others say, I said no, that at no time I had crossed his mind to leave alone. Second lie. It was my idea from the outset. Eduardo laughed and told me "That you do not believe there yourself. Now tell me you've never done. Not come to recriminarte you have thought so much less sonsacarte to tell the others. I know you're a great guy, very noble, and begrudge you think there is a companion who may be in trouble and you're here doing nothing. That's one of your virtues. So I want you, before doing that, you know I'll go with you. You know I think like others, but it will not let a friend in the lurch and his luck. Need someone that will cover your back, right?. Well before that there is nothing. So, before you leave the madness of just count on me, okay? ". answered a" course " smiled and gave him a pat on the back, which I returned before getting up and leaving. Third Lie . While I appreciate your offer, I said in the previous post was not going to endanger anyone's life by my decision. At that time, I decided when setting up my plan. I would do on day 5 and before dawn . And so I did.

Today, day 5, I have not slept all morning. The previous day, during dinner with my colleagues, I felt a strong regret. Bethlehem while I spoke like that, when he kissed me when I told Eduardo to go today to take a bath in the river located 2 miles from here, when everyone was laughing, I kept thinking today was scheduled to leave without saying anything . I do not want to even imagine their faces of surprise when they discovered that I had gone and what breaks my soul even more, knowing the tremendous disappointment of Bethlehem and that he would shed tears for me. Therefore, yesterday morning, on a break from farm work, I walked away to sit under a pine and there he wrote the letter today I left Bethlehem in the nightstand. The contents of the letter is this: Dear

Bethlehem

today I wonder why I have not dawned in the bed next to you like every morning. You might think I woke up early and I'm in the living room. But in reading this letter, you may have noticed that it is not. First of all, I tell you I do not want to shed a tear, as there is no reason to do so. I'm not dead nor have I gone forever. Not if you remember that a few days ago I talk about my intention to go to find Ivan. Well, nobody knows you better than that of laps that I have given to this since the end of the period in which Ivan had to be back. Well. I've gone looking for him. When you talk about it, it was to organize a search team. I've been very clear from the outset that this mission had to go alone. Why? Because I'm tired of seeing comrades die not stop, people gradually have developed into our only family and at night we were taken away. Do not get used to, baby. not get used to the world we live in the thread so fine that separates life from death. Whenever this happens, I feel like I hit the soul with a mallet. I feel that these people as they fall, it could be you next to me down. All this troubles me. For the same reason to go and hunt for Ivan, I leave no part in the search.

're saying now is all for having done this. And I understand. I would do the same. But you know I am. I lost my principles. But do not worry. I'm not going to happen and as soon settle this matter, for better or for worse, I go back with you (I know I get a good slap, which I deserve: P) and I go back to your side ever separate .
not take me this few days. It is possible that a few weeks, depending on how elapse day and I supplies last. Otherwise, be quiet. I armed with enough ammunition, so there is nothing to fear. You know all this time, all we have learned enough to successfully overcome difficult situations. So do not suffer. Y. .. if the worst case, what happens will not happen, or I do not return, which, I repeat, NOT going to happen, I want to know something. You're everything to me. If the apocalypse that we had become depended upon to know, do not hesitate to sign it happen again. You are what you've always wanted, the balance has been lacking in my life since I exist. That balance has restored my will to live, wanting to see a new dawn to breathe one more day, to exist. That something I never had and that I'm not giving up now that I finally found. Not a day does not remember the first time I saw you. Your beautiful hair, your beautiful eyes, your lips, I fell in love at an early stage. You were an angel in the middle of hell. The last thing I expected to find among the horror. Much less expected was that angel to me. Who was going to tell me ... For all that, I will not allow me away on your side. Not now. So I ask you just wait and do not lose hope, and I'll come back as you least expect it. I promise, honey. You just wait for me.

I love you, honey.
Erik



PD Explain to everyone because I've gone without warning. Especially to Eduardo, and ask forgiveness for my part, break my word. Ah! I forgot! Do not even think out in my search. Do not do this, please. Is what I do.

The letter I left on the bedside table, beside the lamp, the light enough to Bethlehem to see. At the time I left, I was as quiet as possible to avoid waking her. Before heading out the door, I looked at Bethlehem. She was as beautiful as ever, sleeping and alien to all that I was preparing to do. I felt a tremendous nostalgia tears have sprung to my eyes. I could not contain myself and I approached her, I caressed her hair softly and I kissed her cheek slowly. Perhaps it would be the last time I saw her. At that time, I whispered to him again before he started to throw at fault, that it promised. At the same moment, Bethlehem, in dreams, has begun to talk. It was as if he was scared and kept repeating my name over and over again. With great delicacy, I have been away from the bed and I came through the door. Among the dark hallway, I walked toward the closet where we keep some of our weapons. This is located down the hall, near the door to the room of Michael. While I approached this room, I have begun to distinguish a series of noises and voices that caught my attention. At first I did question whether to continue or abort the mission, but decided to continue. It seemed that this was a discussion on some of the rooms, nothing more. My surprise was when I found out that it was room for noise coming from the room of Michael. I felt so curious about what was happening I could not resist hitting the ear in the door. It was as if there had been a battle within. I could make out as if someone was breaking all the furniture in the room. Suddenly the noise stopped and a few groans were heard. It was Miguel. It began: "Lord, why? Why have you forsaken me when I need you most? Why do not you reveal yourself to me, your humble servant? We doing wrong? Why we have aroused your anger toward us? "Tell me, do me a revelation and I mend the mistake ..." . After this, Michael has broken out to mourn inconsolably. Now I do not doubt that even he himself created his own story. At least, if so and I did not change, will remain a simple harmless blessed. I did not want to risk hearing more and have continued up to the closet. As I waited, guns still in place and no one had even touched it. I took the semi-automatic rifle, a backpack filled with all the ammunition they could and I went way out of the building.

When I opened the door, I saw a figure almost on top of mine that has startled me and made me my gun irons quickly. Thankfully, I ignored my instincts and did not open fire. It was Eugene, the famous girl who did not speak. This, to me is pointing and has startled face of terror. I quickly dropped the gun and I started to calm down. It has moved away from me and was huddled in a corner, as if he feared would do him harm. I asked who was one outside the building at that time, had not dawned and it was dangerous. Obviously, no answer. I told him to get inside the building before they finish the sentence, ran inland. With time running out, I have addressed was what would be my vehicle: the Harley-Davidson. Still had the keys that Ivan gave me before his departure. I knew starting the bike in the same parking would be crazy, because if Harleys are known for being some precious motorcycles, so are its unmistakable and loud roar, so I carried away from the bike place off. I have put in place when I calculated to be far enough away. Would come a little more, but walking this path in the dark I became increasingly nervous. I have not stopped in front of me to think that there might be a prowler and was not going to see until you have biting my neck. When you put the key and turned, this started with no problem. Once up, I noticed that the tank was almost full, I've accelerated and sped away. With the wind caressing my face, I remembered the last time I took a motorcycle of this caliber. As you recall, the outcome was not good at all because of my over-reliance on the handlebars, so today I drove cautiously and without excessive speed. This time not with me Thor to get me up the pieces.

all morning I kept driving and my first stop was the petrol station which found Ivan Skull Buckle Korps. If I have made here has been hoping to find clues that lead me to where Vladimir has been directed (as much as Ivan says, I still believe they are alive) and his men. Ascertaining this, I would make an idea of \u200b\u200bwhere Ivan had gone. Arriving at the station has cost me several hours and by the way I found many of marauders roaming the road with a small horde that has forced me to swerve. When I reached my destination and after checking that the area was clear, I have begun to explore. I started on the outside. The area was apparently the same as the day we first arrived. There seemed no one had gone after. I looked at all the details and just something caught my attention. There was a puddle of motor oil and boot footprints that had crumpled the pond, leaving several tracks. Then I thought about Ivan and the boots fit, but then I remembered that this kind of boots and the like also wearing the Skull Korps in full, therefore, do not know if these steps are recent or after our visit. Seeing that there was nothing, I entered the trade in the gas station. Here, the air was almost unbearable. A putrid stench enveloped the room and it was impossible to remain here without covering your nose. A few meters from the entrance, near the counter, lay the lifeless body of the predator to which Ivan grabbed the buckle. This was already rotten and purulent mass, slathered in gooey brownish different colors. Almost vomit when I saw that was completely filled with worms and had a separate arm of the body. Apparently, the vermin had feasted with him. He inspected the room as fast as I could, but I have not found anything that caught my attention. No, at least until I've turned to leave. Writing on the wall and spray with black paint, read: "ERIK, Bastard, I told you not seek me. IF YOU ARE INTERESTED FOR THESE DOGS WERE NORTHBOUND DIRECTION TARRAGONA-REUS. DO NOT ASK ME HOW I KNOW. 06/18/1910 IVAN. "Apparently, this was written to seven days to leave. And of course, knew it was going to go in his search. Much has happened since then. If only it had been a recent paper, it could know he is still alive.

I lost most of the day plotting new routes on maps. This track has forced me to change all the routes to take and thought I had drawn earlier days. At least, I know something, and that is has been directed towards the north, therefore, all I have to retrace his steps. I still have hours of daylight, but I think I will not continue on the road today. I want to find somewhere safe to stay overnight. And I think that is where I'm going to direct. A grandparent's house. I know what happened during our stay there was to be pissed off enough with us, so we got kicked out, but maybe I let through only one night there and take the chance to inform them of the 'Church of the end of time' . Perhaps, when I spoke to who are religious like them and others, access to go. The truth, leaving the elderly couple there is a thorn that has been nailed me. And after we did blunder. If not let me stay overnight at the house, sleep in his barn without them knowing about it. And found that the area is safe, it is also the best option, since I have to go through that area anyway.

Well, I'll keep you posted.

- Erik -