Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 169488 times)

I walk down to the cafeteria, and halt as I hear talking.
I bring up my slingshot and reach into my pocket for a sharp rock.

I walk down to the cafeteria, and halt as I hear talking.
I bring up my slingshot and reach into my pocket for a sharp rock.

We are not in cafeteria
Unless it's not us

We are not in cafeteria
Unless it's not us
gggGGGGGYDWiuhleopf.'/;/
why can i never keep up where people are

Ah stuff! I missed 7 pages of stuff...



I walk out of the bathroom, still puke breathed...

"Urgh... where is everyone?"

I stand up with my crutch, grabbing the shotgun that was left on the table nearby, and head downstairs, towards the front door and peek outside. The smoke from the crazy is pitch black.
"stuff. No way in hell the crazies will pass this buy. They'll be out for blood."

I walk over to Ash as I finish my can of beans and look at the smoke. "We need to move so we're heading out in the morning. You rest up, but don't expect to walk the entire way to the place I have in mind." I explain as I pat lightly at the tape recorder in my pants. "I don't want to see you dead." I add as I look at Ash for a second before heading to bed.

Everyone heads to bed, but I decide to pull up a chair and sit by the window for the rest of the day.

"Alright, I'm off to bed. Night."

"Ergh... I gotta keep moving, I don't want to die alone."

I move through the college, confused and sick.

I wake up, weak from lack of sleep. I pull out my watch, open it, and check the time. "It's still early..." I mumble as I begin to fall back asleep.

Crazies start approaching the college and are visible through the boards on the windows. They aren't close enough to cause any damage, but by the looks in their eyes, they're ready to kill.

"Guuuuys?" I cough and hack. A little puke still in my mouth came out. "Eeeeyuch!"

I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I walk through the hallway, my paranoia getting the best of me. "Guys!? GUYS!?"

"Shutup. They're coming" I saw, shotgun in hand, "anyone got a match?"