Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 171496 times)

"What are you looking for?"


"I dunno, can I come up?"

"I suppose so, but just remember I have yet to clean up. I did manage to keep all the ammunition in boxes depending on size or if it's explosive or not though, but those boxes are just scattered around. As for guns, they're just lying everywhere."

I climb up the ladder, muttering something about how he should clean his stuff, then was cut on when I looked at the amount of ammunition and weaponry stored inside the place, at which I point I muttered "Holy mother of god how in the forget do you even amass this many guns holy forget." and climbed into the place, looking about. "Christ almighty, how in the world?"

I start opening boxes, looking at what type of ammo is inside. I've tucked so many magazines, clips or shells inside a single box that not one more could be added. I began placing them in piles depending on what weapon they're used with. "I already told you. People supply me with what I need along with money to kill who they want me to kill. I'm hired to kill, not take a trip to Wall-Mart."

I climb the ladder shortly after wiping the mud off. "Holy s-"

"This thing has a weight limit you know..." I say, not taking my eyes off of my ammo sorting.

I whistle, eyeing one of the snipers leaned against the wall.

"Don't even go there..." I mutter, completely stopping to look at the woman. "You have no idea how many heads I've taken with that thing, and if you want to, I've engraved a new line into the side of it for every life. People have given me bullets with prayers engraved on them to load into that baby to put between the eyes of somebody they hate..."

"Okay then," I say, glancing about. My eyes rest on another rifle, not quite as high quality, looked like a Dragonuv SVD to me. "Please tell me you haven't used that one and that I can."

I put my eyes back onto sorting. "Take anything but the heavily modified Silverballer, the SMG in the same case as the Silverballer and the rifle."

"So the SVD is up for grabs?"

"What did I just say?"

"Alright then," I reply, gently grabbing the SVD, removing the magazine, and checking on how it was. Dusty, but in good condition. This guy could be a valuable asset.