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SINOPSIS DE DEATHWATCH INGLES1915. The Western Front. More than a million Allied troops and German troops face in the wilderness in which they have converted the old flowery plains of northern Europe. The soldier Charles Shakespeare trembles with fear. Surrounding death, the bodies of those who gunned until recently had been their best friends as puppets hang left on the barbed wire. He and the last components of the Company and are lost behind enemy lines. Their only shelter is an abandoned German trench, a claustrophobic maze of blind corners, dark corners and tunnels dug into the earth, full of war dead and infested with rats. Here, exhausted and terrified, hiding while awaiting rescue. But no one will hear their prayers. One by one, the young members of the company and began to die at the hands of a mysterious murderer who is not German, and certainly not human.
SINOPSIS DE DEATHWATCH1915. El Frente Occidental. Más de un millón de soldados aliados y tropas alemanas se enfrentan en el páramo en que se han convertido las antaño floridas llanuras del norte de Europa. El soldado Charles Shakespeare tiembla de miedo. La muerte le rodea, los cadáveres ametrallados de los que hasta hacía poco habían sido sus mejores amigos cuelgan como polichinelas abandonados sobre el alambre de espino. Él y los últimos componentes de la Compañía Y están perdidos tras las líneas enemigas. Su único refugio es una trinchera alemana abandonada, un claustrofóbico laberinto de ciegos recodos, oscuros rincones y túneles excavados en la tierra, repleta de muertos en combate e infestada de ratas. Aquí, exhaustos y aterrorizados, se esconden mientras esperan ser rescatados. Pero nadie escuchará sus plegarias. Uno por uno, los jóvenes integrantes de la Compañía Y empezarán a morir a manos
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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