It was Saturday morning at about two o'clock. It was really hot. I was on the Ondarreta beach. I was sunbathing on my towel when I saw him. He was running to wards the water. I could see that he was scared and I wanted to know why. I spend the next two hours watching him and I wondered why he was swimming so fast all the time.
He stopped swimming and then he was watching me. I was so nervous. His face was really strange but I didn't know why. I wanted to know what was happening there. The people started out of the beach. I couldn't understand anything. He had something mysterious and I was going to find out what it was at that moment. He was coming for me and when he was near me. I understood everything. It was Stefan, my ex-boyfriend but he was diferent... He walked strange and he didn't know how to speak! He tried to eat me. He was a zombie! But he was a half zombie. He knew what was happening. He wanted help and I decided that the best decision could be if he went away and he agreed with me.
I saw Stefan off at the airport and decided that, after all the scary experiences we had been through together that summer, it would be safer never to have contact with him again.
Not in the sense of a two-fingered salute, probably. This is the blog of a class of Basque students studying towards the Cambridge First Certificate in English.
How could you sunbathe at two o'clock in the morning?!
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