There are stories about the road.
Strange facts that referred under the light of hidden and obscure references, it become even more obscure. And more powerful is their effect in the mind of the listener.
In the scattered, cracked towns of what once was called the middle west of *** ****** ******, in their derelict-dusty bars, that look like empty for the foreigner (this is quite rare), in their houses in ruins, its inhabitants refer narrations which they have heard from other lips, lips that talked according what they’ve heard by others.
Nobody really have seen him, never. It’s an enigmatic personage that they call ‘the outlaw wizard’, ‘the wizard’ or simply ‘the beast’.
No one of any and everyone who narrate these facts could see him face to face. Never.
They talk about a zone, between Moore and Arias; which in fact it would comprehend an immense territory, practically a half of what once was called the State of *******...
They talk about a zone where is not recommendable to enter, because the ones who durst to cross by those roads, never returned.
There are notices about burnt-abandoned cars and vans on those roads, with signs of terrible violences that seem to have happened there, large dried bloodstains and multitude of burnt, scattered objects on the cracked asphalt. Abnormal violences, beyond the human standards of brutality.
Some chronicles, that fall into the legend, almost, talk about a sudden, deafening noise, like 1000 jeeps and motorcicles coming, and big clouds of dust, not allowing the view, to see what it is, what’s coming.
Apparently the vehicles are assaulted by many...many what?
Nobody knows, nobody knows how many, nobody knows what they are or where they have their refuges; and nobody wants to know.
Is guessed that they, whatever they are, live in the most abject bestiality that can be conceived for a human being.
Human being..?
Some stories say that ‘the wizard’ was seen in the middle of these criminals, his face was seen by human eyes that are lost forever. His face, that was described as pale and terrible, beyond any human standard of frightening, repugnant appearance; his face was seen, blurred among the dust.
Some stories talk about rusty motorcicles, and appalling silhouettes under a sun...chains, torchs, dusty leather, an acute gasoline smell; infernal screamings...
Not even one of these notices talk about corpses or skeletons left there.
Some of these references though, talk about a couple of burnt fingers, and some kind of -apparently- esoteric, small-wooden amulets.
The central bureau of the governmental regime promised military presence, promise that never was kept, and it keeps a deep silence about all this, just recommended not to drive by those roads because of ‘technical difficulties of circulation due to special zonal conditions’.
There are strange stories about.
In the scattered, cracked towns of what once was called the middle west of *** ****** ******, in their derelict-dusty bars, that look like empty for the foreigner (this is quite rare), in their houses in ruins, its inhabitants refer narrations which they have heard from other lips, lips that talked according what they’ve heard by others.
Nobody really have seen him, never. It’s an enigmatic personage that they call ‘the outlaw wizard’, ‘the wizard’ or simply ‘the beast’.
No one of any and everyone who narrate these facts could see him face to face. Never.
They talk about a zone, between Moore and Arias; which in fact it would comprehend an immense territory, practically a half of what once was called the State of *******...
They talk about a zone where is not recommendable to enter, because the ones who durst to cross by those roads, never returned.
There are notices about burnt-abandoned cars and vans on those roads, with signs of terrible violences that seem to have happened there, large dried bloodstains and multitude of burnt, scattered objects on the cracked asphalt. Abnormal violences, beyond the human standards of brutality.
Some chronicles, that fall into the legend, almost, talk about a sudden, deafening noise, like 1000 jeeps and motorcicles coming, and big clouds of dust, not allowing the view, to see what it is, what’s coming.
Apparently the vehicles are assaulted by many...many what?
Nobody knows, nobody knows how many, nobody knows what they are or where they have their refuges; and nobody wants to know.
Is guessed that they, whatever they are, live in the most abject bestiality that can be conceived for a human being.
Human being..?
Some stories say that ‘the wizard’ was seen in the middle of these criminals, his face was seen by human eyes that are lost forever. His face, that was described as pale and terrible, beyond any human standard of frightening, repugnant appearance; his face was seen, blurred among the dust.
Some stories talk about rusty motorcicles, and appalling silhouettes under a sun...chains, torchs, dusty leather, an acute gasoline smell; infernal screamings...
Not even one of these notices talk about corpses or skeletons left there.
Some of these references though, talk about a couple of burnt fingers, and some kind of -apparently- esoteric, small-wooden amulets.
The central bureau of the governmental regime promised military presence, promise that never was kept, and it keeps a deep silence about all this, just recommended not to drive by those roads because of ‘technical difficulties of circulation due to special zonal conditions’.
There are strange stories about.
The road.
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