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.