OUNDTABLE the ground, everything had derrepente silent, looked all white and I could feel my head was trapped against the ground, could do nothing and the earth I was getting into his mouth, while I could feel something warm down on my neck ... that motherfucker had me open the head.
Whispers began to be heard inside me inside of me? who knows ... were like the buzzing of a fly, annoying and continuous. I guess I pushed the boot and dragged a few feet away, next thing I was strangling myself with the ground face up and receive a pair of blows to the side. Began to return to the real world, the shock of the coup faded as it was beginning to see ... the "gray sky? gray ... smoke ... annoying whispering continued, and a limping figureand circling around mine, I kept using hand gestures accompanying them another shot, I could not even move a finger of my body, I weighed too much and just wanted to faint, but certainly was .... the fucking beard, much less wanted him to be at his mercy, God wanted to pass out ... but the bloody beginning to hear more whispers loud and clear ...
-[...] ... BIAM that would bring us trouble! FUCK! Q If they knew! we should shoot you and your fucking girl as you saw ... So we are grateful to give you the fucking future of your daughter or your granddaughter? ! You've screwed up everything! attack on the army you have against men! fuck you attack the king and god! Do you feel proud fucking old? d were responsiblethat was true it meant that this son of a bitch I would have won, I could not give up at that time, she was in that house and be protected, I could not let it kill me, but my body weighed ... could not but, I wanted a pack of infected give us in the midst of that smoke and kill us both, for once wanted bastards q zombies appear en masse, and of course, ironically, did not appear.
- Who laughs last scumbags EH? JAJAJA "Then he started beating me with the stone, over and over, chest, face, knees. There comes a time of so much pain feels nothing, every stroke of the stone in my body was not more than the hammer of a judge sentenced to death, every stroke of the stone were stroke of death, every stroke of ...