Day 7
the end we stuck it through the entrance gate and we spent the night at the supermarket. I never thought I'd say this, but I was more comfortable there locked in my cell, my private toilet, litter to choose from and a couple of blankets to warm. Now I'm curled up in a corner, covering my four cardboard boxes and using toilet paper as a pillow. But the worst is losing the tranquility of silence ... the peace that was breathed in my small cell, and at that time it seemed hopeless. Now gladly exchange these groans bland and such constant knocking against the bars of quiet anguish that it enjoyed at the station. But as my good Father said, at bedtime I'm a fucking rock, and I have not taken more than an hour's sleep, it would be able to sleep under the tracks of a freight train to pass every 20 minutes. Perhaps for that reason has cost them both awake.
Apparently, the pipiolos rotating guards have been doing all night, but when I had gone to call Machito, has set up such a fuss that have awakened everyone. As it was morning (they were about 6 and a half) and no one wanted to go back to sleep. We have to think way out of here, apparently because none of them want to go back to the station; The tapping still out there and through the gate you can see how they are crowding on the street waiting to come out. Yesterday I felt stupid the whole city came under these hordes, but then just had come to see a dozen and a half of the undead. Now something is taking over me, something which has taken the force of shake hands and make me whole body, which keeps watch what I say and my stomach. I notice my legs so fragile that a 12-year-old could throw me to the ground now, and do not understand why. They are just bodies. Brainless rotten people who wander from here to there, and I have not seen who can run. Any teddy zoo should be more dangerous in theory, but the stuffed animals do not attack you relentlessly and without any compassion, not raze cities or are insensitive to pain and amputation ... This is real, and I begin to realize it.
After a good couple of smacks of Machito (It has been to taste the asshole), he "awakened" my moment of autism and then I vomited everything I took dinner (lucky there is still milk and cereals) have forced me to react and I started thinking how to get out of here. But Oscar passed me as I swallowed my cereal. He has explained his idea and they all seemed good (minus the nerves, he wants to stay there until you leave). Therefore, the final decision is going to the store, make sure the back door is clear and pushing a shopping cart each to find a van that we can "steal" a small bridge. Not a great plan, one hundred thousand things can go wrong and are surrounded of those things (Van coming and coming ... it looks like shit never end), but the only plan we have, so that within a few hours we will get to work.
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