A man sits in one of the seats of a train, the murmurs of the passengers and the movement of the train are closing his eyes. He slept with his head leaning against the window until a certain smell woke him up. Puckering his nose, he looks and smells around. A woman, sitting in front of him, carries a handkerchief to her mouth while she coughs. The train continues to advance, "Next station, Belgrano C "announces the recording on the loudspeakers. The smell intensifies, looking to his left he can see a tramp fighting with his wife. As he watches them, his cell phone vibrates. It was a message from Valentina, his girlfriend. " Iña I'm coming home a little later, gonna stop by the greengrocery." While Iñaki was putting his phone away, he hears another cough. He turns his neck and discovers a man who, occupying the two seats, carries the collar of his shirt to his mouth. Drops of sweat fall down his forehead. "Next station, Nuñez." The doors open and Iñaki lazily leaves the train. Iña

Iñaki and Valentina find themselves eating on the couch. Reports of human rabies cases continue to appear, as do reports of overflowing hospitals and security forces parading through the streets. In New York, they are no longer accepting patients in their hospitals, and in the Netherlands, they have already declared a curfew.Germany, like France and Canada, closed its borders, and, ironically, Italy mobilized much of its army to its border with Switzerland...more security forces to the north (border with Europe) than to the south (an area continually plagued by terrorism and African immigration).>"I'm scared," Valentina says as if she could read Iñaki's thoughts.Looking at her, Iñaki checks that the food on her plate is almost intact. He brushes a strand of hair from her forehead and is about to give her a few words of encouragement when someone knocks on the door.TOC. Iñaki looks at

The night has fallen. The hands of the clock rotate relentlessly as the silhouettes of the two corpses stalk Iñaki in the darkness of the living room. The alcohol that swam through his bloodstream has also left him.The entrance door continues open and so many hours pass in the same way. A sound or a thought- Iñaki is not sure- breaks his dream state. Never before had his limbs weighed so heavily on him, nor had he felt his mind so anesthetized. "Survival!" Iñaki does not know where the message comes from or if he should hear it.Why keep living in a world like this? To end up being another zombie? Are they even aware of being so? To continue to exist, to continue to breathe?The questions resonate in Iñaki's head when he feels something moving in his leg. His heart races as he reaches for his jeans; It's his cell phone. When he takes it out of his pocket he sees that the screen indicates Mama."Iñaki?" Asks his mother's voice."Yes.""You all right, son? What's going on in Buenos Air

The shadows witness the disappearance of the last sound in the house. With the batteries from the wall clock on the table, Iñaki considers the task finished. The house is now a cemetery.The clock on his wrist says 20:35, but it could be 3: 00 in the morning. People marked the passage of time with their routines...nowadays they do it and it's always dinner time. The day begins and they are ready to tear the skin of the living. The day ends and they are still there; with their empty eyes, their jaws open..."No, they do not mark the time," Iñaki concludes. "They are the time."There, in the dark Iñaki listens as someone is torn apart by a horde of infected. It's the sound of every night. Some fool thinks that the darkness will play in his favor and not theirs. He ventures to dead Buenos Aires in search of anything and discovers that the infected do not distinguish between day and night.Enclosed in those four walls, Iñaki learns from the mistakes of others. There is nothing he can do fo

"Where am I?" Iñaki wonders as he fights against the gravity exerted by his eyelids. When he manages to open his eyes he is in the living room of his house. The furniture is intact and a blue fog hides his surroundings.There, in front of him, is Valentina. A smile is drawn on his face as he extends his arms. Iñaki surrenders to the embrace surrounding Valentina's back with his arms and feeling like poisoned tears begin to sprout from her eyes."Inaki," her voice is hoarse and her body cold.Suddenly, Iñak feels an overwhelming pressure in his chest. Valentina abruptly separates from him with Iñaki´s heart in her hand. Iñaki tries to articulate words but only a sigh comes out of his mouth."Inaki," Valentina repeats once again, bringing the heart to her mouth and devouring it.The blue fog surrounds Iñaki and with it brings the sound of a few blows. They sound like hammering on wood.At that moment Iñaki's eyelids shoot upwards. He's in his living room. There's no blue fog, no Valent