Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 169744 times)

I grab the kids arm and yank it away hard, not catching him. I chamber a round in my Makarov and look around the corner at the other crazies.

When the Russian pulls me free, my pick, still stuck in the crazy's arm, pulls him out of the kitchen. He quickly pounces me and starts punching me in assorted areas from the chest up with his free arm.

I saw a crazy jump on Keith and instantly shoot him between the eyes.

"One down, lots more to go."

"I knew it."
I shoot the crazy in his free arm.
I saw a crazy jump on Keith and instantly shoot him between the eyes.

"One down, lots more to go."
oh forget you

I free my pick from the now dead crazy's arm.

I had a far fetched idea.
I quickly went to the Russian and gestured toward his pack of cigarettes.


I take two cigarettes and go to the basement. I saw the source of the previous fire, a leaked propane tank. And there, was another leaked one. I took it upstairs, dripping oil everywhere.

"Keith! I need your lighter!"

"Just throw the tank in there!" I shout as I kick the door open and get out of the way.

I throw the tank as hard as I can, an oil trail behind it. It flew through the door, the clanking noise of heads hitting metal fill the air. But there were still more.

I toss the lit lighter in at the tank. It bounces along and stops at the puddle leaking from the propane tank. The explosion ignites everything in the room and the sound of crazies screaming and burning to death is heard. "We better get another fire extinguisher."

"Uh, there are no more..."

"This is a motel, there HAS to be more."

"Those are some small propane tanks. Normally those could blow up full houses. Let's scout out the rest of the place."

"This is a motel, there HAS to be more."
"I have no clue where then. And by the time we find one, the place will have burned down."