A nightmare that seems to have no end.

Amanda

I can't help but stop looking at Serena, she's frozen, the face of death is icy, it's inert, she's taking on very strange features, I had never approached a dead person, when my mother passed away, I could only see her through the glass of the coffin, and I don't even remember now what his face was like, I was so small, I swear I didn't know how to distinguish between life and death, but already meeting the latter so closely is totally different, it is meeting a reality maleficent, a reality that in the end none of us will escape.

The first minutes by her side I felt nauseated, shivered, and had horrible visions, I saw her getting up. As she approached me and threatened me with her sunken eyes, then I closed mine and was lying there again, so cold and unconscious, it was about thirty minutes of total panic, I thought I was going to die next to her, but when she I saw, that she made a small movement, I realized that Serena was not yet dead, I got the energy out as I could and got closer to her.

“Serena, please hold on! Serena” I tried to talk to her in case she was listening to me, at some point I learned something about first aid, I ran out to the old bed, as I could I took the sheets and the blanket that covered her and tucked her in, I knew she had to keep her body heat, I touch her pulse and it's too weak, I stay focused watching her, and her chest rises and falls, but at a very low speed, I feel helpless, I wish I could help her, no matter how bad it was, she was another victim of Christopher

I try my best to stop the blood with his own bag, I tie it around his belly, I can hear when I move it as a small moan comes out of his mouth, and I feel horrible.

“Calm down, calm down, something will happen, I know, I have a good feeling, someone will come to help us, I know.”

My tears fall on her, that's where I begin to reflect on my life, on everything I want, on how much I miss my children, the sadness that my father must have and that he is likely to die without me returning to him. see and that breaks my heart.

I try to lower the old mattress towards Serena, although I know that her wound is hurting and that it is very possible that she only has a few minutes left to live, I try to keep her a little warm, the floor of the room was freezing, that did not bother her. It wouldn't help at all, I had no idea how she was feeling, but I could imagine.

As I can I lay her on top, in the process a lot of blood comes out around, but I don't care, I'm not scared of blood, I'm scared of the dead and she's not dead.

I lie next to her to give her my warmth, or rather to give us mutual warmth, I am beginning to think that not only is she going to die at that moment, but that I will too, I feel that the forces do not give me anymore and I am very weak, my eyes weigh me down...

I'm falling asleep, that horrible feeling that it's my end, I've been feeling it since I crossed the door of this warehouse, but having death so close is something indescribable...

Meanwhile

Cristopher leaves Lucia at home, his nerves are on edge and he knows that he is in the worst stage of all this, but he feels a part of peace of mind for having already killed Serena, he did not feel guilty at all, and he knew that if there had been ending the life of one, he could end the life of two, so Amanda would finally die, he would keep his money, and that was the end of the tragic end.

He did not count is that Carlos was chasing him behind his truck, with his audacity he did not make himself noticed, he sees how Cristopher is driving towards the outskirts of the city, towards a place that did not have any mobile coverage and that worried him in case he had to call the police, so he warns Lucia of what is happening. She takes her phone and types a message, accompanied by a photo of the route.

“Lucia, it is better that you call the police, if I don't contact you in an hour and thirty minutes maximum, show them these photos of the route where I am, I trust you” it takes a few minutes to answer and that causes him nerves at the moment, She only counted on her, however, she remembers that Tamara is also her friend and she sends her the same message, but the latter doesn't even see her message, she didn't have Camille's number, so Lucia is still her last hope.

At that moment, he questioned the fact of not having contact with anyone other than Lucia, however, he did not rush to call the police until he had nothing certain.

“Don't worry Carlos, I'll do it as you say” Lucia answers the message, but before he asked her that, she had already reported it to the police and they were at her house, she had told them everything she knew and about your suspicions.

Her eyes were full of tears and her heart was clearly broken, but what did it matter, if she was not going to become Christopher's accomplice simply because she loved him, her hands were shaking, she had already had more than three cigarettes since she he had left her at home, and frustration was her only company, they had decided that their children would go to their mother's house along with Samantha, at least for the time when all this was happening.

A police patrol left Lucia's house, directly to the place Carlos had indicated, with the full illusion that he would communicate with Lucia when he was arriving at his destination, however, they had already started their march, because the idea it was buying time.

After about thirty minutes on the way, Cristopher's truck parks in the warehouse, he gets out calmly, he doesn't even turn to look back, knowing that no one is interested in knowing where he's going.

Carlos cautiously takes a weapon that he has in his glove compartment, he had already anticipated the fact that he might have to face that evil man, and although he could not hide his nerves, he tried to fill himself with courage, it was the first time for his account was doing something like this and he had to be careful not to get caught.

Cristopher enters the cellar, he lets him do it to give him a few minutes advantage and find a way to enter without being discovered, the cellar was not that big, so if he went in often Cristopher would notice. His heart was racing, he was sure that there he would find the answer to what he was looking for so much, where was his beloved Amanda?