Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 171628 times)

"We're out of here, it seems."
250 king

The fire was quickly spreading. "We better extinguish it before it gets worse."

The fire was quickly spreading. "We better extinguish it before it gets worse."
"No chance."
I run upstairs and yell, "FIRE!"

"forget what did you guys do."

"Well, let's just say I'm not smoking again anytime soon." I started searching the motel rooms for an extinguisher

"FIRE?!" I shout as I climb down the ladder. I enter the RV and check to see if the fire extinguisher was there. It was used, but it was there. I dash over to the stairs and look to see how bad the fire was. It was pretty much trapped in a single area. I run down the stairs and place the fire extinguisher on the ground, top aimed at the fire. I pull out my ice-axe and bring it down onto the front of the extinguisher, letting all the foam explode outward onto the fire. The fire was weakened, but not out completely. "I NEED ANOTHER EXTINGUISHER!"

I walk in and stomp the weakened fire out.


"Well that works too." I say before walking back up the stairs.

I search the whole motel, than I noticed something weird, a door I hadn't checked out yet. I tried opening the door, it was stuck. I proceeded to kick it open. Inside was the motel kitchen. Plates, platters, kitchen items, your normal kitchen stuff. In the corner I found out what I was looking for, a fire extinguisher. As I pulled it out of is case, my heart jumped a bit. I heard a low growl, in the door right next to where I was standing. I jumped back right  as the door flew wide open God damn Crazies. I hit the first one in the face with the extinguisher, and quickly closed the door. I barred it with a few kitchen tools, there were more based on the noises. I ran out and closed the door behind me. I ran to the basement about to use the extinguisher, seeing the fire out.

"forget it, guys crazies in the kitchen, coming this way, be ready."

"EXCITEMENT!" I shout, raising my ice-axe and running towards the kitchen.

"There's too many! Stay in a group!" I called to Keith. I took out my .45 and roostered it.
« Last Edit: July 03, 2012, 11:42:00 PM by HerpaDerp »

"That attitude is gonna get him killed..."

"How many can be stuck in a kitchen?" I ask before I reach the door. I start to open it, when a hand shoots out and grabs me by the wrist. "OH, THAT MANY!" I shout as I try to pull away. I windmill my pick and upon bringing it down, I cut clean through the crazy's arm. "It's stuck!" I shout as I try to pull my pick free.

"I aim down the iron sights, waiting for a craziies's limb to pop out.