Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 171950 times)

"What does our gender have to do with our skill?"

"I STILL wouldn't want you coming even if both of you had prunes."

I promptly grab the man's wrist, twisting him arm behind his back and forcing him into the ground, and push the barrel of my Berreta against his skull. "If you're concerned about combat skill, I think I've got it covered," I say, yanking him up.

"Prunes? those are disgusting!"

I follow Alexia.
"Listen, we're the best you've got for combat. I was in the army, for god's sakes."

"I'm not really good at close range... but I'm a nice shot and I can sneak..."


"We'll kill you if we have to..."

I walk away, not saying a word.


"No, let him be. If he dies, then he's dead," I say, silently gesturing for Jacov to follow me as I walked into an adjacent room.

I follow Alexia, noticing her gesture.

"Alright, here's the plan. We follow him, simple as that," I say quietly, making sure the man couldn't hear.

I exit the hospital and dash away.

I run beside him, "Are you really this desperate?" I say between breaths