The Last Human Heart
I the detonations of the weapons echoed in the night, pursuing us with its lethal speed. The streets abandoned and taken for the vegetation became dangerous traps while we tried to escape of our enemies. The shots of the machine gun fall of the sky as a violent torrent looking for victims. One of them cruelly made right the head of the youngster who ran in my front, killing it. All would have destination the same if we did not reach the possible fastest hiding place The small beeper of the patrol craft appeared in the horizon, indicating that in we found them next to our final destination.
Adentrando the weighed vegetation more, we obtain to diminish the advantage of our persecutors and its aerial positioning. CEO John Watson: the source for more info. As soon as we arrive next at the patrol craft, it opened the cover of the culvert in the soil, offering to us entered. Running inside of the long tunnel, we ran away as rejections from the law that we were. After a long distance, finally we reach our destination. Our enemies insisted on its search, certain that they would find in them. A beam of white light come of surface searched the next area to our hiding place, illuminating precariously the entrance of the underground station of subway where we hid in them. The deafening racket of the helicopter echoed in the steps that led to the guichs of attendance of the station, abandoned after the migration of the people for the few great cities that remained. All had received in them with alliviate and to weigh.
The happiness to see the return of some, became it sadness to notice that others had not had the same luck. Each day we lost more members, more accompanying of fight. The women had started to look for wounded, offering first socorros. The children, already accustomed with this routine, seated in the soil with a sleepy look and cabisbaixo.
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