Pregnancy Nausea 25 Weeks

Day 10 Day 8 Day 9

When I woke up someone had put a blanket over his shoulders. His head was resting on the table and my back hurt from being hunched over in that shit chair. I have addressed the room and Oscar was not there. Machito was not in the room where he had gone to sleep, my new watch said they were 16h in the afternoon and the silence of the apartment that was more just that one. Where had they gone fuck these two scumbags? I looked out the window and sure enough, the street was full of zombies. There was no trace of human life or signs of a rescue team in the area. Of course neither are the signs and you have rescue equipment, are only as evidence that popcorn in the microwave almost as long as the bell rings clear.

I sat a while to watch TV on the couch, but the programming was crap (of course that could not even turn on the screen influenced the balls enough) so I decided to cut ham to eat. After ycomí even more ham cut a little more, but when I had no hunger started thinking about what to do to pass the time. "These two assholes have left me? For almost better, right? The very stupid insurance would kill me. I leaned back to the window and saw a minivan gray on the sidewalk as we were brought here, I thought it was funny and smash throw something a little bored and I do not think his owner sued us for vandalism. I threw a plate and three pots, but barely dented the roof. Burst needed something for my little game, and then I realized, the heads of the zombies would be ideal. I looked more to shoot them and found a hammer, a drill, a playstation, the speakers of the stereo and the stereo itself ... well, many things that were useless (Under the hammer, but was late to pick it up) I failed the first shots, but then I started to fully and fairly bastards fell to the ground like flies. Sometimes they rise and others were lying. It was fun, but then began to dry up the blunt and thought to stop the idiot. If exhausted my arsenal in one day, I could not play tomorrow. Oscar and Machito

came through the door as usual. I was left lying and now returning to my home as if they never left. My house? One moment ... this is not my home ... down the minivan was not like that had brought us here ... It was he who had brought us saved our lives ... and I'll pay for throwing things. .. damn, I'm a fucking ingrate. Tomorrow I will ask forgiveness, now it's getting dark and Dad does not like being left alone to my Jessi night.

I think I'm raving, Oscar has considered me as a doctor if the guy, and says I'm in shock, they should rest for a few days and try to get used to the idea before doing anything silly. What account do I? What he and his friend the handle has crept into my house?