Aquí
os dejo un corto que escribí hace
algunos años, durante mis clases de inglés en la Escuela de Idiomas. El
ejercicio para casa consistía en crear un relato corto de ficción. Por aquel
entonces yo estaba leyendo: “The Zombie Survival Guide” de Max Brooks.
Contaba por tanto con el vocabulario necesario, ya solo tenía que inventarme
una historia. Recuerdo que a la profesora le encantó. Me sorprendió tanto su
entusiasmo, que comencé a plantearme la posibilidad seguir escribiendo. ¡Dicho
y hecho! Aquí sigo, inventando aventuras con la esperanza de que a alguien le
gusten.
A nightmare in Hell
The night was warm and bright. An enormous full moon dominated the night sky.
One night too beautiful to die. How had he come to this?
Two weeks ago he had heard disturbing reports on TV about a strange virus that was spreading through Asia: " The dead walk among us! Doomsday is coming!", had said the presenter. Then, everything had sounded like a macabre joke, as something impossible to believe. But now it was real, and here they were, in the street iluminated by the moon. He could see them through his window.
Two weeks ago he had heard disturbing reports on TV about a strange virus that was spreading through Asia: " The dead walk among us! Doomsday is coming!", had said the presenter. Then, everything had sounded like a macabre joke, as something impossible to believe. But now it was real, and here they were, in the street iluminated by the moon. He could see them through his window.
The virus was a plague and the human race his host. The lucky victims were devoured, their flesh consumed. The rest would become one of them: putrid and carnivorous monsters. "I will not be their victim!", he thought.
Suddenly, a loud noise attracted his
attention. They were going up the stairs! There were too many. He couldn´t
survive. Tic-tac, tic-tac. He could hear how his time was ending. Tic-tac,
tic-tac. He was going crazy with the sound. Tic-tac, tic-tac. His despair was
total. They were already on the other side of the door. Tic-tac, tic-tac. He
could hardly breathe. Tic-tac, tic-tac. It was the only bullet in his gun…
Riiiiiiinnnnnnngggggg…!
Sweaty and shocked he jumped up on
his bed. "Oh my Good! What a terrible nightmare!", he thought. He
drank a glass of water and looked out of the window. A beautiful moon lit the
street… where a crowd of pale faces were expecting… fresh flesh.
Yes, it had been a nightmare… but he
still continued in Hell.
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