resume the journey

when I felt that my legs slightly began to be more rested, Omar got up looking at us and assuming a somewhat distraught air motioned us to get up.

I snorted but certainly I could not stay there, so I set everything inside my backpack and after I got up I put my hand to Linda, who thanked me while I helped her get up, there was another silence.

Living as survivors was not as they showed in films, most of the time was simply a long, endless walk without stopping, certainly in that way you could "see the world" but at that moment I really regretted my room where I was used to to close them.

When everything broke out, not long ago ... My brother and my father tried to **** me.

I thought they were crazy or that one of my typical nightmares was happening to me, but when I came out I witnessed a **** in my garden, I realized that something was happening in people, something wrong, it seemed absurd and luckily when I met Omar and Linda they were good, but Omar's brother also tried to jump on him.

It was so we found ourselves alone while people were **** and ****, a surreal scenario that almost bordered on the ridiculous but I began to treat as a kind of virus, seemed to be the same, identical thing of a zombie virus with the difference that people they were not torn to pieces ...

Seen in that way it did not even seem to go so bad but the idea of ​​becoming a nymphomaniac sick **** ... no, better to be healthy and decide for yourself when to have sex, even if it was months that I had no sexual activity.

We walked for several kilometers still, reaching a bridge over a very calm river, where, however, there must indeed be a bridge there were only sheets, battered or charred bodies and car debris or vehicles.

Try to imagine what could have happened, even a destroyed bridge ...