Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 170101 times)

"Okay, can this nut speak English?"


"Well then." I say, confused for no reason. "Where are we going from here?"

"My dolzhny postarat'sya, chtoby naiti vodu."

"He said we should find water. I agree with that."

"Hey, grandpa, can you tell him to add some hand movements, so I can take a guess at what he's saying without your translation?"

I finally decide to speak up, "Can we please stop the chatter and actually get something done?"

I wake up from a good night's sleep.  Another cheery day.  
I get up, and walk outside toward the financial district.  "Hooray for human ingenuity," I mutter as I think of the crazies.  

As I sing Gilbert O'Sullivan's Alone Again (Naturally) to myself, I spot the old police department again.  Still broken down and empty.  
Still no weapons inside.  Only a group of dead cops who's doomed last stand was ill-fated from the beginning.  

Shameless double post

Say, where are you guys located?  I may need a partner eventually.  

Outside the college.

"I'll take that silence as a 'No'."

That means it isn't too too far from the hospital.  Wonderful. 

I sigh. "Arguing and chatter isn't going to get us anywhere but death guys. You're all seriously taking this as a game. Do you know how seriously in danger we are. Stop this bullstuff."

I offer a cigarette to Keith, obviously ignoring his age. "Will make c-calm..."

"Nein! Niet!" I say, pushing the cigarette away. "Okay, the water thing Mr. Russia was talking about, I think I might know where we can find some. It may not be incredibly clean, but we can heat it up and kill the dangerous stuff like in Survivor."

"Lead the way. Hopefully you don't lead us into a trap." I eye Aleksei's cigarette pack.