He entered the office running desperately, closing the door behind him and locking it, and then throwing himself to where the bedside table was and desperately pushing it across the floor until he managed to hit it against the door, in a hasty attempt to lock the door, stood up and looked at the door while saying to himself...
Will that be enough?
He did not consider it that way, therefore, he took one of the chairs, turned it over, and put it on the night table, he backed away panting as he looked around the office...
I'll call the police?...
At that moment something hit the door violently, the shock was so strong that it knocked the chair to the floor:
--- FUCK!!!
He backed away violently...
It has arrived...
The door began to be forced, the handle was moving violently, several knocks were heard, so loud that the door was shaking violently.
His face twisted into a grimace of terror as he stared at the door receiving those violent impacts. He reacted and took other mobile chairs and placed them in the doorway on the bedside table, he also took the lamp and stuck it as far as he could to the door. He looked trying to find something else when he saw a flowerpot that was on the other side of the room, he began to move it. It cost him because it was really heavy, but he was able to carry it up to the entrance and prop it up against all the things he was using to contain the door.
He backed away gasping from physical exertion, the door kept getting slammed...
That should stop it... I guess...
The knocks stopped immediately, the door stopped shaking, he stood still looking at it, why had he suddenly stopped knocking on the door? For a moment there was the most absolute silence...
What happened?
A colossal powerful blow came to the door and slammed it with such force that it cracked:
--- AAUGHH…. --- He released an exclamation of surprise at such a sudden attack.
The attack resumed again, the door was being smashed, it was a matter of time and the debris that he had placed was not going to be a problem to remove.
I have to get out of here, now... that was the conclusion he reached.
He was on the tenth floor and the office had no other way out, unless he ventured out the window, of course, that was a pretty risky option. Another loud blow hit the door and the wood was heard again cracking, one of the chairs wobbled and went to the floor with a crash.
He went to the window and began to push it, unfortunately, the large window was rusted and had accumulated at its ends, making it difficult to open.
Another brutal blow struck against the door making it stagger and cracking it, he realized that he did not have much time, soon everything was going to give way, he had to escape from there quickly. He continued to force himself to move the window, it was really difficult:
--- DAMN IT!... DAMN PIECE OF GARBAGE. --- I was making a great effort moving that large piece of rusty iron.
Another violent blow and the upper part of the door cracked, the piece was violently torn away...
I run out of time…
Little by little the window was giving way until there was enough space for him to enter, without wasting time he put his foot on the edge and got on, a powerful cold current hit him squarely in the face, the blizzard suddenly cooled all the sweat that he had on his body making him feel uncomfortable, he held onto the edges as he looked forward. In front of him, he saw Libertador avenue[1] in its maximum splendor of the Caracas landscape, that would have been fabulous if it had not been for the fact that he looked down and realized that he was ten floors away and right at the edge of the window, for a moment he felt vertigo, She held tight to the edges, took a deep breath, and tried to compose herself.
Another knock shook the door with such force that the chair fell over the flowerpot causing it to tip over and spill the earth. Barely a meter below the edge was the ledge, with great care he descended holding on to the edges until he put his foot, luckily the ledge was wide enough to stand on. Carefully under the other foot and there it was on the ledge, he moved carefully, sliding close to the wall, there was nothing to hold on to in case he lost his balance, so he just tried to stick to the wall as much as possible.
That thing kept hitting the door with force, it was demolishing it little by little, it had to move fast to avoid falling into its hands...
Holy God, just move carefully, slide your feet slightly and stay close to the wall… He told himself.
Little by little he began to move away from the window, his button-down shirt got dirty as well as his dress pants, which he had bought at Montecristo[2]. She kept moving slowly, gliding over the ledge, the cold night breeze running through her body, her legs gliding rhythmically, while her hands stayed glued to the wall.
He was hearing the cars going by on the highway, but also the knocks coming from the office, then the big bang came, all the debris collapsed to the ground, whatever was chasing him had managed to break into the office.
He kept moving over the ledge slowly, running into gum, papers, pigeon shit, because he had to escape. A roar was heard coming from the office it was destroying the entire office trying to find it...
Luckily, it is not very intelligent... He thought at that moment as he continued to advance along the ledge, at one point he lowered his gaze and the enormous landscape of Caracas caused him tremendous vertigo, his heart was going to leap from his chest, he closed his eyes and deep breath…
Do not lose control... calm... How do I get out of here
At that moment it was agreed that there was an open window in the elevator hall. With great care he continued to advance along the ledge and a couple of meters he was finally able to make out an open window from which light came out, it was the corridor window, a stroke of real luck, because otherwise, he would be standing on the ledge waiting for the thing to happen. leave the office, which could last all night.
He reached the window, which was above him at the same height, leaned on the edge, jumped, and got on, it was fortunate that he exercised regularly, even so, he managed to climb with difficulty. He was in the elevator corridor, the door of his office was destroyed by the work of the thing, the noises of the damage caused were still heard they were frantically looking for him...
Yes, it is not very intelligent... He went to the emergency stairs and prepared to escape when he realized that there was a strange and mysterious silence, the thing had stopped making noise.
How weird, it suddenly froze… he thought as he started down the stairs.
But suddenly there began to be a roar of things being knocked down, but it was growing little by little as if the thing...
COME TO HERE!!... He thought as he turned around. He launched himself ramming the door to run down the emergency stairs.
--- FUCK!!!... --- he exclaimed while panting.
Thanks to his regular exercise, he was able to do it at a good pace, he managed to go down about two floors when from above he heard the door open violently, he accelerated his pace, he had to escape as quickly as possible, just behind him came the thing, for the noises it made, I could guess that it was maybe a floor or two away. The solution came as a miracle while going down the stairs, he saw that the door was open on one of the floors, he looked out and the elevator was standing on the floor with the door open, the sounds were coming from behind, the thing was catching up with him, he threw himself into the elevator, pressed the button to the basement, the door began to close. In an instant the thing burst through the door and lunged for the elevator. He raised his hands with an expression of horror, luckily the door finished closing before I reached him.
There was a sharp knock, apparently the thing collided with the elevator.
Shit, that was close... very close... He thought as he stood against the mirror of the elevator, which began to descend the floors, his breathing was ragged. Then he thought...
Why did I press the basement? What an idiot I am, it had to be ground floor to escape.
But he still had a chance, he pressed the floor, he waited for the elevator to respond, he continued descending until he finally reached the ground floor and stopped...
What a relief… He thought. When the doors were opened he went out and saw someone on the floor. It was a woman, she was dressed elegantly, in business clothes and heels, she must have been from one of the offices, but what was she doing at this hour? Sure doing extra work like him. She was about his age, at first glance she looked pretty:
--- Good night. --- He said breathlessly as he went to the exit of the building.
The woman looked at him as if he were completely crazy, he went to the street door, but when he went to open it, it was locked, there he realized...
It's locked, I don't have the key… He remembered that the building's entrance was used to be locked at night to control the abscess of people, he didn't have that key, he was scrubbed. At that moment he turned around and saw the girl waiting for the elevator...
She must have a copy... but then a worse one came along... what if she comes across the thing?
The girl entered the elevator from where he had left:
--- Oh no... --- He ran to where she was while screaming in despair. --- HEEEEEEEYYYYYYY!!!!
The elevator door closed loudly while he tried unsuccessfully to reach it when everything indicated that he was going to lose the elevator, he stopped his doors and reopened them, he rushed out panting and inside was the girl who was pressing the stop button, he stood panting at the door, the girl continued to look at him strangely, he was panting exaggeratedly, he was sweaty and his clothes were messy:
--- Are you going up? --- asked the girl as she continued to look at him strangely.
--- No, uh... I need you to please... uh... to open the door for me, to leave.
He spoke nervously, he looked nervous and he passed it on to his interlocutor:
--- Yes, I am also on the way out, only that I forgot some documents, I am going to look for them and then I go down, if you want, wait here for a moment. --- He answered with a certain expression of doubt.
The thing is up, you can run into it... it would be... horrible...
--- Wait, don't go upstairs...
The girl looked at him strangely...
--- Because? --- she asked doubtfully.
Okay, you are going to tell her that there is an amorphous being hanging around the offices, it will not be difficult for her to deduce that you are crazy…. He thought of that instant.
--- Listen, don't go up because there is a problem upstairs... --- he said.
She continued to look at him suspiciously.
--- You will see there is a huge bug upstairs, it is a hairy rat of enormous size, it is around loose….
Good that…
---… I even have to make a call to the fumigation people.
--- A rat? --- his face changed to a worried expression.
--- Yes... --- he agreed.
She took a deep breath:
--- I appreciate your concern, but the papers I have to look for are really important, listen, wait here, I won't belong. --- answered.
Oh no…
At that moment a loud sound was heard coming from above, apparently, they had hit a door or an object, he turned and looking up said:
--- Did you hear that?
--- What are you talking about? --- She said, the sound was so slight that she did not hear it...
Or maybe the thing has me so psyched, that I hear things...
--- Listen, I have to look for some things, I'm coming, I'm going out too, just wait a bit. --- she said as she pressed the elevator button, the doors closed and he stood like a fool standing in front of the elevator without being able to do anything, he had let her go...
If something happens to him if he comes across the thing... He thought, but there he couldn't do anything, he just stood there and quiet like a moron while she was leaving...
What am I going to do now?...
At that moment he heard another blow again, it came from the stairs, it was heard much more clearly, followed by small sounds, sounds that seemed like legs or something that was crawling on the floor, at that moment he realized...
THE THING!!!!... IT COMES HERE, IT ALREADY KNOWS WHERE I AM…
He was a complete idiot for not going with the girl in the elevator, but, he had to flee from there right now, he launched himself towards the exit door of the building, he tried to force her, but it was useless, he needed the girl, he went to the Another elevator, to discover that this was on the 10th floor, pressed the button to call it.
The sound gradually increased, without a doubt it was the thing. The elevator with the girl was going up and the other one was just going for seven, the noise got louder, it was getting closer, there were not many options left, he looked everywhere, obviously he couldn't escape down the stairs, there was nothing else left to continue to the basement.
Without wasting any more time he launched himself towards the stairs and began to descend, he knew that the basement was a closed place, once there he would not find a way to escape.
He went down the stairs and finally reached the basement. It was small and it was full of lockers where materials belonging to the offices that were on the floors were kept, the lighting was dim, the place was dirty and full of dust, it had a certain factory atmosphere…
It can arrive at any time, I have to prepare...
The place had no way out, everything indicated that the situation in which she was inexorably led to a confrontation with the thing, in short if she had to fight she would do it properly, she had to find a way to ambush her.
He knew a little about the basement, if he checked well, there was a possibility that he could come across something that he could use as a weapon, also since there was only one entrance, it could be the surprise factor.
What am I going to face that thing with?... He thought. He saw a fire extinguisher on the floor, it was dirty and moldy, the label was torn, without thinking twice, he lifted it off the floor and held it up, he approached the ladder and crouched down, it was enough of running Now he was going to ambush the thing, he was going to end it once and for all.
He heard the characteristic noise that the thing produced closer and closer, he heard it coming down the stairs, his heart rate began to increase, he began to get nervous, he raised the extinguisher over his head to let it fall violently on top of that demon spawn.
He put a foot back to balance and strike comfortably, his heart was pounding, he began to hear the thing breathing, he was very close.
Chick!
He heard a slight click knew that the thing at any moment was going...
***
He opened his eyes quickly, looking everywhere, he was nervous and accelerated:
--- Take it easy, you are here... everything is over. --- said an older man, elegantly dressed, sitting in his chair.
He sat up while breathing rapidly:
--- I had the dream... it was like on other occasions, everything was similar... but this time I went to the basement to try to ambush him, this time I looked for a way to confront him.
The man sitting in front was listening attentively to him:
--- So the specific structure never changed... right? --- said the seated man.
--- That's right... --- he replied.
--- Well, I see that organizing this little hypnosis session was a good way to start studying this case, now to be sure, tell me exactly your dream.
He told him in great detail from beginning to end, the man listened carefully studying each of the details and when he finally finished, he simply limited himself to nod:
--- Very good... it has the same structure, we have a first glimpse of what happens in your dream, this is a great advance to be the first session, okay?...
--- Yes and I have to say that I am fortunate to be able to count on you, when I looked for references to treat my case they recommended you immediately, they told me that you were one of the best in the field. --- said the patient with a confident smile.
--- Well, we must not be exaggerated either... --- said the doctor with a modest smile.
--- From what you've heard so far… do you have any idea what might be causing this? --- asked the patient.
--- Well, this is the first session, but I am beginning to see that all this is the product of some kind of projection of the sub-conscious... of course we have to investigate more about it, that would be in the next sessions.
--- Ok... I am willing to continue with the sessions, I am grateful to him for having agreed to take my case... --- said the patient.
The older man rose from his chair, paced the room thoughtfully, contemplating the qualifications that validated him as a professional in psychology and psychiatry, then addressed the patient:
--- I think it's great that you have come here to review your problem... --- He speaks slowly as if he was studying what he was going to say in depth. --- I am willing to assist you and help you, and I appreciate your trust….
He walked to the window and looked out at the street, it was late at night, you could see the moon and the lights of the city and the moon. The patient looked at the doctor carefully, expecting to hear something else, but he just stared out the window, then turned and stared at him:
--- We are going to start a series of treatments to deal with your problem, but before doing this… I have to be completely honest with you.
The patient was a bit surprised to hear that, the doctor turned away from the window and sat on the desk, this time looking directly at him with an inquisitive and a little aggressive expression:
--- I have to be honest with you... --- he stressed again. --- you are not here because you got advice from other people, on the contrary, I arranged everything for you to get to me.
--- What?... are you arranged this?, I'm afraid I don't understand...
--- I moved all my chips carefully to make sure you ended up in my office today...
He couldn't understand what the psychiatrist was telling him:
--- You see... I will explain everything to you from the beginning so that you understand, I will try to be as brief as possible...
--- I'm afraid I don't understand... --- said the surprised patient.
--- I am part of a squad of the last survivors of the destruction of my home planet, we managed to escape in a spaceship and after traveling throughout the universe we managed to reach earth here...
--- What... what?... wait a minute ...
--- Please don't interrupt me... the psychiatrist cut him short.
He was silent in surprise, the psychiatrist continued:
--- We are making plans to create new strains to produce more of us and thus continue with our species, but for this, we need samples of other living beings, they have to be people with specific characteristics, in your case... congratulations, you fit with the mold and you have been chosen by us to extract samples and use them to fulfill our task...
--- Wait a minute ... I have no idea what you are talking about, what is this about procreating a race?...
--- Listen, we were using a special machine that read the mental frequencies of people to detect our study objects, its frequent use in some people produces side effects, such as visions, hallucinations ...
--- Listen, I have not the slightest idea what you are saying, will you please...
--- Silence!... --- said the psychiatrist sharply. --- ... but the most interesting thing is that it can produce images about future projections, premonitions, prophecies, etc...
The patient simply fell silent.
--- You told me the dream ... now because of the characteristics and the fact that it is constantly repeated, it can be interpreted as a kind of premonition, you have even told me that you dream different endings, well that can show you the different options in which it can end that situation, which is predestined to occur….
He stared at the psychiatrist, got up from his chair, and backed away from the table, staring at the doctor:
--- Listen, I have no idea what you are talking about, look ... I already have your account number, I will leave the office, I will cancel the consultation and this will be the last meeting, I think it was not a good idea to have come … --- he said while backing away.
--- On the contrary, it has been an excellent idea… we are going to start the sections only that it will not be like what you had in mind.
The patient approached the door, still not quite believing what he was hearing:
--- You, you are crazy...
--- I knew you were going to react that way ... you were never going to accept the whole story, well it was a requirement that I had to fulfill ... --- he sighed slightly. --- You are already included in the whole process and this will happen with you, whether you want it or not.
He reached the door, he was ready to flee:
--- Now to act as comfortable as possible, I am going to assume my true formiiiiiiiii hhaaaaavvv tttt ssssss thaaaaat iiiiiiitttttttt
complicated uuusssssss this body ... fo... fo.... fooooooooo --- his voice began to distort, becoming guttural and sessile, to a degree such that the words little by little began to distort until they completely lost meaning and cadence. --- BRRRRRR, OOOOOOUUUUU… UUUUUURUUUUUUU.
My God… Anton thought as he looked in horror.
He began to pick up the left sleeve of his shirt, and then do the same with the right, raised his bare arms and his hands fell off the floor, the psychiatrist showed no expression of pain and discomfort, the stumps were dry, there was no blood, the skin began to change taking another color and surface:
--- In the name of God. --- He exclaimed as he saw the psychiatrist, suffering from those strange things.
The psychiatrist's face seemed immuted, his mouth was open, but he was not gesturing to say words, he was only holding it open:
--- BRRRRR SSSSSS OOOOOUUUU BRRRRR SSSSS.
The skin continued to transform until it became something warty and disgusting, his body began to grow, his abdomen, his shoulders, his arms began to get thicker and thicker, the pressure was such that the clothes began to tear showing a surface horrible, his head gradually became an amorphous mass that sank into the body, after that the thing grew to almost twice its initial size.
Anton's jaw dropped, he couldn't believe what he was seeing...
It's something weird, something that has no shape... a thing... a thing...
The thing continued to contour, perhaps it was finishing "becoming" after a few moments that obese thing went forward as if it had stumbled, falling forward, and began to slide as if it were a centipede or a slug...
Thing... he thought at the time... RUUUUUNNNNN!!!... he added.
--- AAAAGGGGHHHH !!!! --- Anton yelled outrageously as he left the room, the psychiatrist was already completing his metamorphosis, in a frightening thing:
--- BRUUUUUUUUAAAAAAGGGGHHHH!!!! --- gesticulating the thing as he began to recite to launch himself in pursuit of his prey.
***
He left the office began to run down the hall, he needed to hide, while he was going down the hall he began to look at everything that was around him, the ceiling lights, the floor, the pictures in the hall, at that moment he has assaulted a certain thought of familiarity, it was as if suddenly I had already been in this place before, it was something strange, like a deja vu.
He kept running down the corridor, he tried to enter another room but the doors were closed, he had to move forward, he continued running towards the entrance and went through it, and when he reached the elevator corridor, his heart stopped...
But, if it is the same place in my dream ... he thought while observing the place, seeing every detail... How can it be possible? How did I not realize when I arrived here in the afternoon?...
--- BRRUUUUUUAAAAAAGHHHHHH!!!! --- the roar came from the end of the corridor, followed by a noise of several legs crawling on the floor, the thing had launched in pursuit.
He kept running and found a door at the open back, without thinking twice he launched himself.
He entered the office closing the door behind him and locking it, to then see a nightstand and desperately pushed it spectacularly until he managed to hit it against the door to lock it, he stopped and watched the door carefully while saying to himself Likewise…
Will that be enough?
He thought not, so he took one of the rolling chairs and turned it over and put it on the nightstand, after that he backed away panting as he looked around the office ...
I'll call the police?...
At that moment something hit the door violently, the shock was so strong that it knocked the chair to the floor:
--- FUCK!!!
He backed away violently, bumping into the office desk...
It has arrived...
The door began to be forced, the handle was moving violently, then several loud knocks were heard, the knocks were such that the door was shaking violently.
His face twisted into a grimace of terror as he stared at the door receiving those violent impacts. He reacted quickly and took the other mobile chairs that were and placed them in the door on the table, he also took the lamp and stuck it as far as he could to the door. He looked everywhere looking for something else when he saw a flowerpot that was on the other side of the room, he took the flowerpot and began to move it, it was really heavy, but he was able to carry it to the entrance and lean it against all the things he was using to contain the door.
He backed away panting from the physical effort made, the door was still being slammed...
This should stop it... I guess...
The knocking stopped immediately, the door stopped shaking, he stood still looking at it, why had he suddenly stopped knocking on the door? For a moment, absolute silence reigned...
What happened?
A colossal powerful blow came to the door and slammed it with such force that it cracked:
--- OOOOHHHH…. --- He released an exclamation of surprise at such a sudden attack.
The attack resumed again, it was a matter of time before it fell and with it the debris that he had placed…
I have to get out of here, now... That was the conclusion he reached.
The detail is that he was on the tenth floor and the office had no exit unless he ventured out the window, a rather risky option. Another strong blow hit the door and the wood was heard again cracking, one of the chairs wobbled and went to the floor with a crash. He went to the window, but he had to move it, unfortunately, it was rusted and rust had accumulated on its ends. making it difficult to open.
Another brutal blow struck the door making it stagger and cracking it, even more, he did not have much time, soon all that was going to give way, he had to escape from there quickly, he continued to force himself to move the window:
--- DAMN IT!... DAMN PIECE OF GARBAGE. --- Another violent blow and the upper part of the door cracked, the piece was violently torn off:
--- I run out of time. --- He said in a low voice as he kept pushing.
Little by little the window was giving way until there was enough space for him to enter, without wasting time he put his foot on the edge and went out the window, a powerful cold current hit him squarely in the face, making him feel uncomfortable, he grabbed from the edges while looking ahead. He saw Libertador Avenue in its maximum splendor, it would have been fabulous if it had not been for it was ten floors away and right at the edge of the window, for a moment he felt vertigo, but he tried to control himself, he held tightly to the edges he took a deep breath and tried to calm down.
Another knock shook the door with such force that the chair fell over the pot, causing it to tip over and spill the earth. Barely a meter below the edge where he was standing, was the ledge, with great care he descended, holding on to the edges until he put his foot on it, carefully under the other foot. Already on the ledge he proceeded to move carefully, sliding close to the wall, that thing kept hitting the door with force, it was demolishing it little by little, he had to move fast along the ledge to avoid falling into his hands...
Holy God, just move carefully, slide your feet lightly and stay close to the wall… he told himself.
Little by little he began to move away from the window, sliding along the ledge, while his hands remained glued to the wall, the cold of the night ran all over his body, his button-down shirt got dirty with the friction of the wall, just like his dress pants, bought at Montecristo.
I listened to the cars that passed by on the highway, but also the blows that came from the office, then came to the great noise, all the debris collapsed to the ground, the thing had managed to break into the office. He kept moving over the ledge slowly, stepping on gum, papers, pigeon shit, whatever crap. A distant roar was heard coming from the office it was destroying the entire office trying to find it...
Luckily, it is not very intelligent... He thought at that moment as he continued to slide down the ledge, at that moment he looked down and the enormous landscape of Caracas produced tremendous vertigo, his heart seemed to be going out of his chest, he closed his eyes. Eyes and took a deep breath...
Do not lose control... Vertigo could make him lose control and simply throw him into the void, he controlled himself and continued advancing along the ledge…
Well, I was able to get rid of it, but now I have a problem, how do I get out of here? No way, I'm going to be leaning on the ledge all night...
At that moment it was agreed that miraculously there was an open window in the elevator hall...
Of course!... as it did not occur to me... a couple of meters away he could see an open window from which light came out, it was the corridor window, it moved along the ledge until it reached the window, which was above of him at the same height, he leaned on the edge, jumped with his legs and with his arms climbed through the window, it was fortunate that he was in good shape, even so, he managed to climb laboriously, he was in the corridor of the elevator, the doors of their offices were smashed.
You could still hear the noises of the destruction caused by the thing, apparently he was walking around the office frantically looking for it...
Yes, it is not very intelligent... He concluded at that moment he went to the emergency stairs and prepared to escape when he suddenly realized that there was a strange and mysterious silence, the thing had stopped making noise...
How strange, suddenly it was still… He thought as he started down the stairs.
Again a roar of things being knocked down was heard, which was growing little by little, it was growing. like…
COME TO HERE!!... He thought as he turned around and threw himself ramming the door to quickly run down the emergency stairs:
--- FUCK!!!... --- he exclaimed while panting.
He managed to go down about two floors, when he heard the door open violently, he quickened his pace and continued down the stairs, from the noises that the thing emitted, he could calculate that he was perhaps one or two floors up.
The solution came as a miracle while going down the stairs, he saw that the door was open on one of the floors, he looked out, saw that the elevator was stopped with the door open, the sounds were coming from behind, the thing was giving him reach, he jumped into the elevator,
he pressed the button to the basement, the door began to close, at that moment the thing burst through the door and threw itself at him, just when the door finished closing, hearing a sharp knock, due to the resounding collision with the elevator…
Shit, that was close ... very close... He thought as he stood against the elevator mirror...
I can't believe it, everything happened exactly as I had dreamed it, my reactions, the persecution, I can't believe it ... I thought while panting desperately, now it was clear that I was going to continue down until I reached the ground floor, there it was to run into the girl, it was logical, that's how the dream went...
The only thing that changes is the end... He thought at that moment... when the elevator reaches the ground floor, that's when I take control of the matter, I have already shuffled all kinds of possibilities in the same dream... He knows that time is getting shorter, he has to do something quickly... When I got to the ground floor and in order not to arouse suspicions I will pretend I was wrong and I will go up with the girl, I am completely convinced that she is not going to swallow the roll of the thing unless she sees it with her own eyes...
He remembered all the times he had dreamed of it, all the endings he had had, the consequences of all the decisions he had made, he had to be aware of what was going to happen, the only reliable thing was to go with that girl when he rode In the elevator, was that the winning option? The only way to know was to do it.
Yes, that's what I'm going to do... He concluded while he was still waiting, there was only one floor left to get to the ground floor.
[1] Libertador avenue - It is an avenue that crosses a large part of the center east of the city of Caracas. The most prominent part of the highway is known, for being a "red zone" of the city. She is especially known for the Drag Queens who haunts her and prostitution.
[2] Montecristo - Franchise of elegant clothing stores for men. It has been present in Venezuela for several decades.