We were in Tàrrega, a very little city 100 km at the west of Barcelona. We arrived at night and there were no people in the streets. A big full moon lighted up our bloody clothes while we advanced into the city, but the city was in silence.
The night was calmed, the small city was as dead as a cemetery, we ate some animals and we did new pets.
Later, by the morning, the hell started, but no for us, we had a feast.
Una marabunta de zombies se arrastra por el interior de Cataluña, el noreste de España se está comenzando a cubrir de muerte y desolación y el país a duras penas se ha dado cuenta. La noticia de una posible infección vírica se propaga por los medios, mientras cientos de radioaficionados dan la alarma de que lo que está pasando es que los muertos se están levantando y están atacando a los vivos.
No salgan de sus casas, tapien sus puertas y ventanas y no miren lo que está sucediendo fuera.
Now it was time for a running . There were no humans around in miles so we had to hurry our journey to Barcelona.
We continued walking to the east, first across a forest, but soon we found a road and followed it. A little later a car stoped in front of the zombie plague and we ate the two occupant, a man and his wife. We ate all of them, so they couldn't transform...
The next hours we did the same with almost 20 cars, it was some type of fast food.