Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 171421 times)

I pull him back up and begin treating his wounds regardless.

"GET OFF OF ME! ALL YOU'RE DOING IS CAUSING ME PAIN!"

"Thank you. Now, I'll see if there's a computer or a journal here, so I can record this?"

i think i may actually make this into a book.

Coo'

I finish treating his wounds and return to my room wordlessly.

"Oh Jesus that hurt..." I mutter as I get up.

"I'm serious, is there a journal somewhere?"

"No... You're not going to record my pain and make it into a book..."

"I was going to keep it as a day to day log of events, not of your damn pain."

"Usually the days are filled with my pain anyways..." I say as I put my jacket back on.

"Why is everything always a bunch of chaos?"

"Well, this IS an apocalypse we're dealing with here... Everything can't be flowers and sunshine."

"I guess we can only dream."

"Thinking about this situation... All the things I've never gotten to do... Which I can now never do..."

"I know how you feel..." I say, starting to remember how my parents were torn apart, despite the irrelevance.

"I was making a killing off of assassinating... No pun intended. I wanted to get rich and settle down with a nice woman. Jacov, you already have a woman. Me? I'm possibly going to die forever alone. Taken down by the man that gave me my last job... This close to retirement... Ruined..."