Trying to disguise the overwhelming chaos choked the anxiety in the detailed glass with Bourdon, he deceived himself by sliding the oak flavor and his lifelong dreams, back and forth he repeated his steps without wanting to stare at his son and his wife, avoiding mental misfortune and the announced dementia ... it seemed that wood gashes were broken in each infinite loop of its uncontrollable despair psychomotor , in curves the necrotic beings were plotted, disgusting-looking and they would rise, his nose with vomit and nauseating aspect he observed the worn edges in the heads of these not so humanoid.
Chase could see muscle fibers that were deployed from the waist not ... "I can no longer bear to see these damn creatures approach and this absolute darkness" the sun was suffering a cancer and it was wise that the darkness would reign in the waters, in what moves, in what does not move and all would be dejected. "Son come to my back, we have to get out of here" with the seconds ticking in his gray matter took a lighter and something that could not be a gun was an artifact invented by which he said "Chamaco" a Mexican who was lying a block, and that he had been his friend of hours conversing.
Like who don`t care who will say "take this chop Chase" and the chop in his pants "careful you´ll fly your testicles man!"
This was created by my grandfather the Shaman Yorubita and sometimes failed to run to the intruders punks of the farm.. "Te la Regalo Chase I have been illegal here for a long time and I must return to my hometown" between the disconcerting idea he take the gun and hanging the binoculars POOOW!!!!! Had struck the improvised hammer and had detonated something that looked like a bullet! "My love are you ok??" "Oh God!!!" among chromatic pieces of glass by the window was approaching a brown drop, Green and stinky to the angelic face of his beloved wife was not enough the intriguing event to fill that peach skin that at night touch Chase's back and that comforted him in cold days, a gelatinous shark's eye broke into the house and his dark holes deployed the intense liquid that watered the family photos , the forgotten bottle and the sofa bed to see "The Torn Maiden" on Saturdays in the afternoon. Everything was covered in an abstract art of fecal feces from the himself underworld ...! "Love, just run No Agrr ... agr " She had been pierced by giant grasshopper legs!" immediately splashed a drop of Chase's eyes when he detoned the pistol and scraped the eye and the head of that Alien immediately upon falling to the ground were black needles unfold from his brown flesh ... the wave of damned was closer and Chase ran up with his son perched on his back while the pain in his chest cheered surrender , he pursued the pain to keep running. He was beginning to feel cold his skin as he went down stairs and in a matter of seconds he was blind "Son I can´t see" You have to guide me "Dad be Careful!!!"
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