Autonecrología Lethal Injury The cockroach decided to leave his refuge in search of food, the night was warm, and dark was the ally of the insect that is moving like an arrow on the sidewalk.
The beetle m 
Ovia concrete quickly, his body shone like copper with artificial light that emitted a light at the corner. Then
, the red light signaling traffic caused a driver stop the car of your vehicle.
The subject was lost in thought, still rang in his ears the words of his beloved, is to out!!
That word went round and round by his head. I could not believe that after so many years was the end of that story. Unforgettable moments, incredible journeys, poems and 
songs, everything was history.
knew perfectly well that everything was his fault and had no face to refute the claims of his beloved. Tried to save that relationship that he considered magical, but it was too late.
As the driver remained in his thoughts, outside on the pavement, the cockroach was still in search of food.
bug that suddenly bristled and quickly launched antennas career when he felt a strange vibration.
footsteps were heard faintly in the street, was a young cholo pants and baggy sweatshirt stealthily approaching the vehicle stopped at traffic lights.
The stranger brandished a gun that he said the driver of the vehicle.
Give me the keys ! Shouted the gunman in a threatening tone.
However, the motorist was deep in thought and ignored the order.
The thief was nervous, his hands were sweating and his finger shaking on the trigger. as
While 
to, the driver was thinking about a possible solution. If so Sól or I might ask or forgiveness when he had the chance ...
It was too late, I knew I had lost everything.
A final push was a motorist put his hand on his jacket to pull out his cell r call to ask his beloved seen not to leave him, but nervous that movement alerted the assailant.
A stru do was heard in the corner. The thief ran away and disappeared into the blackness of the night.
Suddenly the driver was confused, the detonation of the weapon he had taken from his lethargy. From his neck gushing blood flowed soaked his white shirt. That young
felt that life was slipping, but the pain I felt was not from bullet hole if 
no heart, the wound was what was killing him .
Even with the phone in hand, the driver desperately tried to dial the number. The force as deserted him and the device fell out the car window to the floor.
second dismissal UES, the cockroach came out of hiding, an intense aroma approaching vehicle made ass.
On the bench was the blood splattered cell was still on the screen a number that could never be r marked.
