Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 169941 times)

"He's suggesting we leave him. From an emotional standpoint I'm all for it. From a tactical stand point we could use the extra manpower."
"Okay. He has a point," I say to the Russian man.


"We can't just leave him there to die. that makes us just as bad as a group of Crazies. The difference between us and the Crazies is our emotions, and leaving him to die is the total opposite of that."

Btw, is that real Russian you guys are speaking?

"Он сказал: "У него есть точка"," I reply.

Btw, is that real Russian you guys are speaking?

Miko can actually speak Russian, I think. I can't, so I'm using google.

I nod my head and walk out the door, smoking the last bit of the cigarette

We all follow, leaving the kid behind to follow.

On page 166, is it to late to join, Jokey?  
Well, he said it isn't so I guess I have no choice but to join now.  

Name: Jeffrey McPhail
Age: 14
Personality: Overly serious in times of danger, but never short with a joke, even a grim one; Overall quiet and keeps to himself
Appearance: 5'4"; Sandy blonde hair; Blue eyes; Overall pale, but with tan spots on back of neck and tops of forearms
Inventory: Empty .22 rifle (is that okay?); Flashlight; Extra batteries; 6" hunting knife; Cans of food
Clothing: Blue jeans; black t-shirt; Flannel over-shirt; Green hoodie; fingerless gloves; Glasses; black socks; sneakers
Backstory*: I was here when the crazies came and I expect to be here when this over;  Has been living in the hospital this whole time
Previous RPs*: Caution's rp a Loooooong time ago
Other**: 20-35 vision; Thin enough to fit into some tight spaces
Skill***: Good throwing arm

I hope this is all acceptable, please tell me if any of it is not via PM.  
Specifically if the hospital is a bad place and not possible.  

Age violates what I said if you read the age section of the character sheet on the OP, but I'll let it slide.
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Everyone leaves. "Don't leave me here..." I mutter.

As we go outside, I notice the kid wasn't following. Maybe he didn't see us go we thought. "I'm gonna go check if the kid wants to come or not." I run back the path we went to the cafeteria. "Hey!"I yell to the kid. "You coming or not?"

"Why? Nobody seems to enjoy my presence."

"Why? Nobody seems to enjoy my presence."

"Barely anyone's gotten to know you. And the fact is, hiding in the cafeteria wasn't a good move. And besides, you rather die, or have a small chance of survival?" I go to where he was hiding and held my hand out.

"I'd rather not die, but being with the old fart, I'll be bored to death in moments." I say before taking his hand.

"I'd rather not die, but being with the old fart, I'll be bored to death in moments." I say before taking his hand.

"Trust me, I know exactly what you're talking about." I pull him up to his feet. "Come on, follow me" I start walking to the exit back to the group.

I follow. "Hey guys, miss me? Of course you didn't."

"Cut the chatter. Less sound means less chance of detection."