As the weekprogressed, I found myself thinking more and more as Alison and less asthe guy I used to be.That was the trouble with Max. In my old life, ...e'd been friends. Wehung out together, played games, shared what passed for secrets betweentwo guys. In my life as Alison, we'd done much the same thing, but therewas more too it than that. We had feelings for each other, but due tothe flukes of life one of us was always dating someone else, at leastuntil now. When the challenge pushed me to. ''¡CLOE!'' WHERE ARE YOU ?, some time passes but just silence respond, the cargo zone was one of the darkest zones of the ship, the water from condensation of air was high making even hotter and hard to breathe. ''Ou shit maybe she had a heatstroke whit this fucking temperature''Victor run a little trying to find Cloe on the runways. Watching him from the darkness, an unholy monster born and bred from madness itself, the creature followed the cargo stuff down the hall, waiting for the opportune. "They don't want to go any farther into the forest." This from the decan of squad three, who seemed to agree with his men."That's enough!" snapped the sentan. "If we don't catch up with those women and bring them back, there won't be anyone but us to till the fields next spring." But at least we'll be alive," came a muttered comment from somewhere among the decans."And how do we fight them when they won't stand up to us?" This from the decan of squad three. "We aren't even sure that the main. I had spent many a summer day here myself, usually riding down from my home. Two hours downhill, lunch and then three hours back, mostly uphill all the way. It was a good workout back then. Today it would have killed me.I saw her approach long before she saw me, but then there were only two approaches, and I did have a telephoto lens. She hates it when I take her picture, but at this distance, I could capture her image without her knowing. I took several as she got closer and was rewarded with.