Monday, December 14, 2015
I'm still alive.
Well, we talk about yellow.
I read too often the word "zombie", which ran to me on several occasions. Well, think of yellow as such an error is glaring. I'm not dead, they move like walking corpses - unless you make very cool - and have unpredictable reactions. They are people? They have a soul? Not us, we can not afford to think about these things. Moreover, the soul is a religious concept that makes sense only for those who believe. I do not, but what I noticed is this: stereotyped behaviors, and memories of the past. Girls collect dolls from the rubble of toy stores. Couples wandering hand in hand. Mothers with infants fed regurgitating blood in their throats. I'm not saying they are still in itself, is not possible. What I think is showing traces of the past, but that the decline began with violent behavior, leading to a feral state irreversible. I'd love to hear of doctors, their brain activity in the Yellow observations. My suspicion is that it limits the amygdala, or slightly more. However I can not say anything for sure or give something for granted, everything went to hell before I knew more, thanks also deliberate disinformation by the government to limit the panic.
In any case, these are arguments that have no immediate utility.
So step to what you can serve. The Yellow
run, make ambushes and ignore the pain. Yes, the cold keeps them at bay by making them look like zombies, but this is the first mistake. In the summer, is another story. Often move in herds, while unconsciously ties had in life. When two groups meet tend to ignore them, unless there is a predator - namely us - to contend. Do not deceive yourselves, draw a bunch to another hoping to get rid of it is stupid as to invite them to dinner, not as bad as each other but on your carcass, fighting while tearing pieces of your body. Always point the prey, and when the battle ended and the food back to ignoring as before. Or worse. Sometimes, the groups come together in a stronger. They do it because they have a strategy? No, it's just instinct. If a group submits another, form a new troop. Otherwise, they are separated. When you shoot, do it to kill, hurt ignores the pain, but screams like a pig slaughtered with rage, attracting others. They are more like animals than rabid zombies, which have nothing, apart from the question epidemic. If you can, move mountains, we were cut off we are and we spent a summer of hell. The Po valley is foggy and cold in winter but hot and muggy summer. In this heat, the parties inverted. Yellow nell'afa escape from the plain flap that is the proportion of forces in the winter, it makes YOU feel a zombie. Wherever you are, get ready for the summer, it's never too soon.
animals.
Be careful, the interspecies infection is common. Infected dogs, stray and dangerous now. I'm not sure of the rats, sometimes it seems they are but we have never ascertained. Maybe I'm immune, maybe not. One thing is certain, they may become healthy carriers. I saw with my own eyes. Cats. I cats, says Piscu , are immune. I do not know, I've never seen an infected, but that does not mean anything. On second thought, has for some time that I can not see. Maybe they are smarter and have gone elsewhere. The crows, however, are a danger. Escape in the summer sun is already a pain, but it covered from top to bottom to protect against them is even worse, heat stroke can often fuck in the middle of the flight. And then the scene, well ... this Hitchcock's Birds? There. Fortunately, migrating to the warm winter - today, even more so - so watch the summer sky. The cold has the same effect on infected animals. Not being able to see the skin yellow, you have other ways to understand it. First of all, aggression. The fur, or feathers then seem dull and neglected, sometimes stained with blood. The crows are held rather than clean, the dirty remiganti not allow him to take off in flight. In any case, the plumage is black and off "sick", while the eyes are like those of the Yellow.
I always hated the summer heat el'afa, stuff that, although there are born in the middle, I never learned to tolerate, but now ... I hate fucking summer with all my might. Well, I hope there was at least somewhat 'useful, the rest of my refuge in the shelter until things take a turn. The trap is ready and should take at any moment, the army is still searching the country and should find the infected stock and then leave, at least I hope so. One on which I continue to question me is the Holy Man and his cult nonsense, as we did not notice them during the summer? Where is he hiding? I have read similar things in the space of , so I guess that could come from outside and not be patients of the nursing home. Well, when and if the militias will rise up to come back, I will have to investigate.
stay alive.
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