XXI
Another day, another load. Efren protervia was the capital.
"It was really the will of their god (or something)?
His mind told him so, but that was just the excuse that, like any good psychopath, inadvertently built his intellect and the perversity of all murders were heinous. The second checkpoint
workers comprised about thirty people, of whom two thirds were male. Efren awakened "by chance" when all they had dug a long time and by chance was only a van clearly visible sign with the typical white letters on red. Quickly surfaced all their instincts, their fear, their need to comply with the supreme command, bringing salvation to these poor and helpless become infected.
lurking under the hill next to Mary and a set of Japanese knives that had been prepared "before? Really? Their ambushes were not equal and drop like flies. If some kind of superior being similar to what existed Efren had in mind, insurance materialize the balls to cut slices, because the brutality he acted in his killing was extreme. This time
not satisfied with kill them as there once were shot and wounded a dozen to the other, had the temerity to approach, and with a masterly movements, paced the edge of the knives in the throat of many of them bleeding. Slowly, gently, the knife was dyed scarlet and sliding phenomena in his sick mind came a couple of ghoulish ideas. The materialized. As usual, celestial music accompanied the genesis of these. Turned his knife to another low point and both, along with the appendix, were cut with a totally clean cut in a men's quartet. His first idea was divinely inspired. A voice said: "Ephrem, probably of three women any remaining living and dying is slightly pregnant ". Swiftly and without thinking once, broke the wombs of all female living or not. Now the viscera adorned the scene of a very appropriate way. The last two people who had the misfortune to survive a little longer, finally received his mercy accompanied by lead in the head.
Thus ended its second day, and quickly, went to the cemetery, because she felt it was secure. "Why some infected?" He thought with terror. Efren
not know yet, but in their declining ability of logical analysis, an idea was hatched very specific. While doing its work, somehow had the feel of fishing in a small puddle of a creek, the fish jumped into the hook and he just had to move the rod (in this case the gun) to collect what the waves brought him . However, the roar of the open sea was a constant roar in his ears, so that even I could hear something like the hypnotic song of the Sirens - Ephrem péscanos, we are sick.
The necropolitics - XXI Coig Marí by Francisco Serrano and Juan Pastor is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 Spain License . Elbichoonline
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