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Author Topic: Apocalypse: An RP for BL Forumers - Back to the Future  (Read 259873 times)

Alex conveniently comes out of the unit, being able to obtain a packaged pneumatic nail gun, along with a dozen nails. He also manages to find other non-applicable utility tools, along with industrial clippers, which he now has clamped to one of his utility clamps on his belt.

Alex licks his lips, which are extremely dry without him noticing until now, he then starts to recognize, that most of his mouth is dry, that; is when he comes to acknowledgement, that he is near-dehydrated.

"nn'guh.. Thirsty.." He says quietly, stepping out of the alley of the 2 units, and observing what is around him.

"It's sad," I say, taking another bite out of my apple.
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I woke up, yet again not remembering going to sleep. I got up and went down stairs, to find everyone else lounging around.

"Okay so uh, apparently I've been out for a while, and the house is fortified as hell... anything I should know about?"

"Yeah, I just destroyed my braces, and xxxxkill fortified the house."

I woke up, yet again not remembering going to sleep. I got up and went down stairs, to find everyone else lounging around.

"Okay so uh, apparently I've been out for a while, and the house is fortified as hell... anything I should know about?"
"And we've got a new guy. Dunno where he is."


Gotta sleep. Cya tomorrow.

Essential timeskip;

After minutes of navigating the nearby area, Alex has been able to vacate the industrial sector of the city, in which he had no success in finding any hydration, or any resources regarding something such as that.

Alex walks down the sidewalk of a silent residential area, the sun reflects against his eyes, making him squint. He is dehydrated, and not willing to put on his scarf-mask for any reason in particular. Wiping his lips often, while swollowing his saliva. Slowly panting due to the heat.

"Ngh.. so there's a dozen in one part of town, where's the others." Alex says, with no re-assurement if that question was logical.


"Okay, good to see I didn't miss too much."

"Cya in the morning," I say, finishing off my apple and tossing it into the trash.

Alex continues to walk down the street, stopping abruptly and looking around the residential area, going to an individual house, and grabbing his utility clippers.

Alex places the clippers against the front doorknob of the house, and presses down on them, making the doorknob snap, causing a distant, recognizable noise. He slowly tampers with the interior lock, and then opens the door slowly walking into the house with no pre-caution.

I wake up, hearing a loud "SNAP!"
"Who's there?" I yell, drawing my sword.

Alex hears the blatant shout, and stays stiff, raising up his mask and slowly taking his nailgun out, in a potential desperation of defense, slowly proceeding further into the house, now aware of any other presence.

I pull out my pistol at the sudden snap, looking around.

"The hell was that?"


Alex, now hearing both voices, slowly paces faster into the interior of the house, leaning against a wall in a corridor, and glancing into what appears to be the living room.

"Alright, where the hell are you? I've got a two-foot sword with your name on it."