Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 171609 times)

"Maybe when you put the gun down."

"Yeah, right. We've got guns, and I have about forty-seven different ways of breaking your wrist. Trust me, you aren't in a position to be making demands."

"Aren't YOU guys the ones looking for my ammo hoard?"

"Oh ammo hoard? Never heard of that, but thanks for the info. Now come out if you plan on keeping your testicles inside your body."

"Can we please stop fighting? Our demanding nature has already caused one death..."

"Me being dead equals a lot less ammo for you guys."

"Who said anything about dead?"


I cleared my throat as a signal for Alexandra to shut up.

"Kid? Oh, so I'm dealing with a bunch of kid killers! I may have been a killer, and who says I'm not still!" I say as I push the candy wrapper back into the side of my mouth with my tongue, but thankfully my hood and mask made it unnoticeable. "But I wouldn't kill a kid... The guilt must be tearing you guys apart..."

My eyes slowly fill with tears and I bring my hands to my face to cover them.

I clench my teeth. "You damned know it is, but the bastard gave me no choice."

"And I am also giving you no choice. You stop being so aggressive, and I'll give you probably half of the ammunition left within miles. I'm an assassin lady, you think I wouldn't be stocked up on supplies to 'deal' with people?"

"Half the ammunition? As though you'd manage to collect that much."

"Me? No. When somebody wants me to kill somebody, they give me money and whatever is required to do the job. I hardly use any of the ammo or weapons they give me, so after years it's piled up. I only ever really use them when specified."