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February 14, 2012,
3:34 a.m..
Yesterday was horrible day for everyone! I thought this nightmare had been desensitized, I was wrong. I am a sea of \u200b\u200btears, which I think is amazing because I thought that after having lost my whole family and could not happen something bad enough to make me mourn again. It was my fault!
Eduardo is very bad, do not stop shivering with fever. Come to mind memories of the day I met him, when one of those things was about to bite. Glad to know I never thought someone who was able to fit a machete until the middle of the head of another of a single two-handed sword. "This is the surest way to kill them," he said. That was the first of many that saved me, and that is why your company is valuable to me, almost do not give importance to this couple of times when I hit, or the time that practically raped me . Without it I would not have come this far. Now there are many things to fear them more than a few shots or forced sex, man's laws do not matter, only those of nature prevail. What laws whores I'm saying? It's ridiculous, and nothing makes sense! Who would have thought that the dead would be raised with the uncontrollable urge to feed on the living?
4:10 a.m..
I had to take a break, I can not stop mourn. I think my companion said stammered he loves me. What a day of love!
I return to what happened yesterday: Eduardo and I found this apparently deserted residential condo so we rushed to enter. Do not think too much, it took several days without food.
was easy to enter, just had to dispense with the machete to a pair of wanderers who were wandering near the checkpoint access, were groaning slightly from the characteristic way in which they do when they have a human in sight, is a kind of groan that maybe issued by the pain it causes, hunger, his eternal damnation in hell that is now land. For me personally that sound scares me more than the howl they use when preparing to attack, at least this one knows where they come from, however there is nothing more terrifying than those who remain lying on the floor, quietly , waiting for someone to approach them ... like fucking that bit my husband ...
4:30 am.
Another pause ... I cried a lot today. Anyway, enter through the back door of a house, which fortunately was open, we came to the kitchen where I immediately started searching desperately for something to eat, but I could only find a couple of sachets of ketchup . Then, cautiously, we recorded the other rooms, one by one, keeping our weapons peaked at all times, until we reached the room where we found a sordid scene: on the floor lay the body of a boy, the body was as they say in my hometown of culumbrón, ie knees, his mouth on the floor and buttocks upward, under the deceased protruded the handle of a gun, which we understood why he was missing half of his head. Alongside all this had a large backpack leather and an open notebook.
Eduardo took the backpack and began to rummage in it, perhaps hoping to find something edible. I started to read the open page of the notebook which read:
"I found a nice place to spend the night. I did not want to talk with Mom so I decided to leave it in the backpack. In fact, I hardly dare to draw, it growls when he sees me as if something bothered him and tries to bite, so it is now always wrap in a towel before storing.
had known that the heads survive without the body would have shot dad in the front, so he too would be here. Nothing will be like before? I have a lot of fear! "
Before I could warn you something to my mate, he gave a horrible cry of pain told me it was too late. Enraged violently threw the backpack to the base of the wall before him, and fell to his knees screaming in pain or with rage, his hands wrapped around a knot of blood oozed between his fingers. I do not know what to do, I felt helpless, he stared at me with tears in my eyes. Eduardo wrapped in despair took the machete and curtails ... HAND!
8:05 am.
Eduardo has died, I believe that bleeding, but now that I think the knife had the blood of many infected. I'm shattered, I can not write any more ...!
10:37 a.m..
I had to kill him! I did it with the machete, the way he taught me how to do it. There is nothing more painful to do die more than once to someone you love.
6:58 pm.
I made a stupid! I could not resist the temptation to see inside the backpack and the ugly face of that old gray, with whitish eyes and rotten teeth caused disgust and anger me. He smashed the jaw to stomp, but I was not satisfied to see that even took the gun moving and shot him in the forehead. The crash alerted the condominium zombies. It was not uninhabited after all ... THEY ARE TOO!
Maybe it was unwise, perhaps consciously knowing that now I'm alone, that the house will not stand a long time and I still have a cartridge ... for me.
FIN
Malefromguate
