J city sitting on a bench in the square 'memorial of fallen heroes' was a young man sunk in thought, had black hair, 1.60 tall, weighing 60 kg, although he was young under clothing could distinguish the muscles slightly marked , he wore sweatpants,shoes mountain, had a black leather jacket too big for him, on his head a cap NBA and sunglasses, his side was a camping backpack filled to the brim.
Had the classic look of a tourist or someone out of the city, some people watching with curious eyes her outfit it called too much attention but when recognized who he was, the people spoke in whispers and sent stares mockery. Long ago that the young man accustomed to rumors and looks of mockery, he was tired just wanted all come the end
despite his young age had long expected this day, for him was the day 'D' now decide if he was 'crazy' or it was something else,but he was sure something today the day of his death.
If by chance any police or military man patrol the area notice his suspicious attitude and if they checked would be very surprised what she wore under clothing was 2 Glock 9 mm with hollow bullets, military style knife and a Light grenade. A terrorist think and it may not be wrong even in the backpack was full of weapons and explosives;
a short shotgun Caliber 16,a magnum semi automatic calibre 44,3 grenade explosives, package of c-4 detonators and enough ammunition to leave that lovely square turned into a cemetery.
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But the police and military had better things to do than watch a square unimportant, the world had gone mad nobody knew what was happening phenomena unexplained occurred during the last 7 days, the authorities and the government had on alert.
But for the young men none of that mattered, just wanted know if he was crazy or not, in some cities existed; 'the drunkard' of the city, 'the thief' of the city, 'whore' of the city, 'the scammer' of the city and in this city he was 'the crazy' of the city. At first he also believed he was crazy but as time went stopped believing and today was the litmus test, if the dream that tormented him if the catastrophe happened then It had reason 'was not crazy' and for first time in his life would be free, but if nothing happened if today was another day like any other then he was crazy all his life was a mad dream and if that happened, would take up arms and kill everyone he saw.
In one way or another, today would be a day to remember.
'ting, ting, ting' your clock struck 12am.
The young man up looked at the sky purple and saw what looked like a 'crack' that divides the space into 2, in the center of the crack could see a limitless darkness,the young saw small dark spots fell from the crack approaching to the earth.
If looked around he would see the face of terror and panic of others but in contrast to all the young had a radiant smile on his face.
"I'm not crazy" the words came out as a cry for freedom and for first time in years felt free.