Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 171715 times)

I narrow my eyes, sliding my Beretta into the inside of my coat's pocket. "Fine," I say, buttoning up my jacket again. "Lead the way."


"I'd rather not be defenseless," I say, gesturing for Jacov to lower his weapon, but not to holster it. "Trust me, if we get jumped by a crazy, you'll thank me."

I sigh as I push the wrapper back into the side of my mouth again. "Little bugger..." I whisper. "Stop falling out..."

"Hmm?" I mutter, thinking I heard him say something.

"What?" I say, forgetting to move my tongue, making my voice sound odd.

I resist the urge to raise an eyebrow, tapping my fingers against my hip impatiently. I make a mental note to interrogate him about this later. "Alright, can we move now? We haven't all day."

I quickly move my tongue back into place and walk out into the street. "We need to find a manhole."

"Real specific," I mutter sarcastically.

I turn around and look at the woman, my eyes painting a mental picture of what my mouth should look like. "My shanty is in the sewers. I know how to find it, but first we need to be IN the sewers."

I peek under a truck, spotting something that looked quite a bit like a manhole. "Well. This is inconvenient."

"Anyone have a lighter or something that can make a spark?"

"Oh hell no, I don't really want every loving crazy in this town after us."

"I'm not going to blow it up..."

"So what's it for?" I ask, getting up from where I was and leaning on the car.