Shelters Against the End of the World - Franc Furland - Bog

The Story of the Disclosure of Secret Underground Works by European Governments to Protect the World's Elite Before the Apocalypse The ceiling, which I watched from somewhere very far away, was not white nor cracked, moreover, I had the feeling that every hip crashed on me and ended my Calvary. Quite strength leaves him anyway could not steer clear, but he wanted that I did not, because I too suffer. It was not even a millimeter of my body, which does not feel terrible pain, nor blood vessels, according to which not flowed fire. Already in advance, I thanked the ability of the human organism, which also provided for the pain threshold. I could not wait unconsciousness, which will save me the pain until I die. Yes, after that, when I left as a rat poison, I was dying...