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 -