The Thursday afternoon wore his blue overalls and entered the warehouse of the estrufallas. Black light lit and allowed to bring down the long corridor looking one by one the small cells and smelly.
In the wet end of a huge library deserted hallway guarded the metal desk on which were stacked folders, cartridge 14 and the shy red buttons constellation safety board cages.
Sitting, legs resting on a small stool blue as the night started out slowly ruthless government. Thus the four nights a month, to receive the male seseo asleep, rubbing the rough scaly legs on battleships bodies. Every so often a luméndrola
traced a thread of drool in the dark phosphorescent and second, inexorably, the snap, a groan after almost imperceptible, and later the dull rattle of the final. And the devilish estrufalla gnashing jaws in a bittersweet taste, some bathed in phosphorescent slime that evaporated little by little until it is but a shadow in the torpor of the dark.
The routine Thursday night. Gino had once tried to combat the formation of elastic hours installing a small television on the desktop. The next morning found him paralyzed, almost green, with staring eyes and strange unfinished words clinging to the mouth.
is anticipated it, but he did not know much about these things. Thought that only justified their demands to be really careful in an edge of almost unbearable tension. He was unable, in his blindness, to understand why the guards were satisfied with periods of one day a week, and each night another like him take over the tedious routine of waiting for the sunrise behind the desk in the dark in complete silence, with a double-barreled shotgun at hand and the sudden injection effect for a few hours to stretch their chances of survival. That time
When asked about his experience, Gino's rich history in the suburbs abandoned their wanderings in the serious railway sheds and dilapidated industrial zone enough to get the job.
Other times. The estrufallas had not yet evolved, crawling like giant slugs for hunting dark corners and small scorpions luméndrolas oil, and nothing was expected that the new species reach such a development. The mutation, repeated Kafkaesque an old college professor of Biology. Gino
mutations did not understand, new species, and long convoys of apocalypse survivors sinking into the unknown south, and because of such predators almost uninhabitable.
He had refused to leave its territory, its vastness of corners, its intricate network of passageways and shelters. After that blinding light and wind that swept the first stone neighborhoods after the red snow when all the rumors had succumbed centenarian bark skin was sufficient protection against biting cold and vermin. In the weeks
acquired an enviable sense of hearing to catch the slightest touch of a body on any surface. Then it was as wonderful gift smell sharper, bestial, accurate you can imagine.
While everything seemed suspended in time, came and went and men crammed into suits, Gino pursuing his lunch, a small animal scurrying, looking at the reconstruction distance as possible.
was coming little by little, until someone win their trust, and then another, and ended up working in a company of men like him made to the new circumstances. The first evolved estrufalla
cornered him one morning in a corridor of the Superintendency of the Environment, where he dismounted appliances. He managed to stick a screwdriver in the chest before the beast came to the neck. He knew that history would not be the same.
Then, for the guards, the double-barreled shotgun was always mano.Pero not understand too. He could not understand why the cells, the reason to keep alive idiot the last specimens of the species.
In what was the center of the city of scaffolding vertigo accelerated day and night the new geography. Within the perimeter grew lattice labyrinthine giant cages and closed galleries. In one of the pavilions set out the beasts behind glass triple maximum security.
He did not understand certain things. It was a Thursday, maybe in my dreams late at night, a phosphorescence to another in the house dark. Began to be estrufalla, last link in the evolution mutant beast decomposed into many other versions increasingly monstrous.
And a lightning glared idea behind the desk, his legs shot down on the sidewalk blue and all those cartridges off the noses 14.
scratched the skin almost fossil of her left hand and lit all the lamps.
A groan, first, then the growing roar of the creatures that pushed the electronic lock escopeta.Pulsó each of the cells from the desktop and waited, looking nowhere, the sound of compact footsteps on the corridor.
was the struggle for a luméndrola, the silent struggle, a crash course. And the mouth dripping drool later fosforecente.Más another silence, diverse, thick, smelly, like a fog in the house empty, compact footprints around into the night. Perhaps as
slow caravan of unexplained shadows following at a respectful distance from the alpha male arm.
And much later the screams, panic, and moans about prayer, away from the scaffolding. Lapidary
, Sisemio and two crane operators hardly breathed, saw the carnage from above. They waited three days in a cloud of scavengers and inexplicable why all at close range.
The patrol down there gave them courage to descend into what remained of hell.
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