Post by account_disabled on Dec 26, 2023 2:44:30 GMT -2
For two days I vomited everything I ate. My body no longer assimilates any food other than meat. Meat that people have only brought me a couple of times. I can understand them, meat is a rare commodity in times like these. But I need it, otherwise I will die. The weakness begins to make itself felt. Flashes of lucidity alternate with moments of profound amnesia. I read about the cold. I read that the cold inhibits this internal evil that is destroying humanity. I then think back to when my aggression and strength were more acute. When the air was warmer. I need cold to think, prepare a plan. I open the windows, all of them. The night air enters cold, windy. Bring in dead leaves.
They resemble us men, who fall lifelessly from the tree of the world that we have dried up. I have to force them to come in when they come to bring the food. They have to go up. I have to block the entrance, then. And warm the air. Light a fire. Eat. Memories come back to mind, slowly, faded. Sometimes confused. A few days have passed since my escape Special Data from Valmontone, but it seems like years. I don't know what city I'm in right now. I parked the armored vehicle inside the shed of an abandoned factory. The wireless network works. Sometimes, but it works. That evening I pretended to be ill. They arrived as always after sunset. And as always they were accompanied by a small crowd of onlookers. They called me.
I didn't answer. They called again. Finally I screamed that I couldn't move due to weakness. That I had had a high fever and couldn't stand up. They took the bait. I heard orders being given, then someone opening the door and closing it again. Footsteps on the stairs. Voices calling me. But I was downstairs, while the three went up, armed. I was downstairs blocking the door. In various rooms I had lit fires, which burned well and warmed the air. They were also the only source of light, as I had found the control unit and turned off the power. I no longer needed the light anyway. I hid from their sight. I heard them looking for me and sensed their fear. I closed a door, to scare them in the silence of the empty building. One of the three screamed.
They resemble us men, who fall lifelessly from the tree of the world that we have dried up. I have to force them to come in when they come to bring the food. They have to go up. I have to block the entrance, then. And warm the air. Light a fire. Eat. Memories come back to mind, slowly, faded. Sometimes confused. A few days have passed since my escape Special Data from Valmontone, but it seems like years. I don't know what city I'm in right now. I parked the armored vehicle inside the shed of an abandoned factory. The wireless network works. Sometimes, but it works. That evening I pretended to be ill. They arrived as always after sunset. And as always they were accompanied by a small crowd of onlookers. They called me.
I didn't answer. They called again. Finally I screamed that I couldn't move due to weakness. That I had had a high fever and couldn't stand up. They took the bait. I heard orders being given, then someone opening the door and closing it again. Footsteps on the stairs. Voices calling me. But I was downstairs, while the three went up, armed. I was downstairs blocking the door. In various rooms I had lit fires, which burned well and warmed the air. They were also the only source of light, as I had found the control unit and turned off the power. I no longer needed the light anyway. I hid from their sight. I heard them looking for me and sensed their fear. I closed a door, to scare them in the silence of the empty building. One of the three screamed.