Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 169663 times)

"All I remember is my name, and my family. Ryan Salzeider, I just woke up in this place. Don't what I'm doing here nor do I remember anything that's happened"

I climb over the counter and exit the cafeteria, only to hear a man yelp in pain. "Hello? You alright?" I ask, looking up and down the hall trying to find him.

"And I'm assuming you aren't attempting to murder me."

"Do I look like I'm trying to kill you?"

"Does anybody care about what I just said? I swear it feels like dêja vù."

"Hellooooo?" I ask, peeking around a corner.

"Vau!" I say, startled, "Kto ty?"

"I don't trust people," I reply, putting my knife away.

"No speak Russian." I say, looking at him, only my head exposed.

"Vau!" I say, startled, "Kto ty?"
"What? Is that Russian?"

"What? Is that Russian?"

"Indeed it is," I reply, trying to translate it in my head. "It's something along the lines of 'Woah, who are you?'"

I see new people and more voices. My head hurts even more and I groan. I fall unconscious again.

"English?" I ask, hearing new voices.

"Oh that doesn't look good," I say, glancing at the man who just fell over.

"E-e, izvinite, ya ne govoryu po angliiski..."