Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 178843 times)

"Park the RV in center of the parking lot, we'll also need to get a wall up to reinforce the fence."

I drive into the parkling lot, stopping at the center. "Alright, we'll need to secure this RV for future soon and stock up on supplies and defenses."

I exit the RV and look around. "We need to get some stuff to make that tiny brick wall an actual defense."

And because I'm lazy this is what the motel looks like to prevent confusion (Besides the name);

Morningstar.
Chill.
We are indeed at the mall, however we could not have noticed you. The crazy's appearance is not godmodding, considering there are quite literally a metric forget-ton of them around the city. So improvise and everything will be alright.
I'm sorry, it's been months since I have RPed.  I'm a little rusty and quite frankly timid.  
The screaming is the part I was worried about.

I grab the aluminum ammunition box labeled with a .22.  Time to load up.  I do so as quickly as I can, but the rifle's loading mechanism takes time if I don't want to set the gun off.  These are hollow point rounds, so I can do a little damage.  
I yell that I am coming to the person who screamed, assuming they are alive and still here.  
I turn the corner and find the crazy carrying an unconscious woman (improvising!  :D) on it's shoulder whilst another watches.  I take out the watchman with a shot to the head and rooster the lever of my gun.  The other crazy doesn't take too kindly to his pal being shot and drops the woman.  
The last thing I saw was his charge as I fired my gun twice before his arrival.  We were both on the ground in an either dead or unconscious heap.  

Your turn, whoever is at the mall.   Darn it, you already left.


Already covered that at the bottom. 

I pull a titanium wall out of my backpack. "YA idu vnutr', chtoby uvidet', yesli chto-to nuzhdaet-sya v obsluzhivanii."

"Translation please."

"I'm going insde to see if anything needs maintenance."

I walk back to the RV and pull the sun tarp thing out. Afterwords, I climb on top of the RV with the ladder on the back. I pull my binoculars out of my duffle bag and examine the area. "I don't see anything."

"What're we gonna do if there's crazies inside, hmm?"

I look at the man and pull out my ice-axe. "We put this between their eyes."

I look at the man and pull out my ice-axe. "We put this between their eyes."
"You're forgetting my rifle."

"Anything sharp or painful between their eyes."

I wake up at night.  I think my ankle may be broken or at least sprained.  I need to get back to the hospital OR AT LEAST FIND A MOTEL FOR THE NIGHT AHEMHEMHERMAHEM! 

I begin to limp away from the sight using my rifle as a crutch.