Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 169912 times)

Yes you are.

I walk over to Aleksei, curious as to what he had found.

I pull out the things that interest me the most. A candy bar, a harmonica, a toolbag, and a bag of cocaine which I thought was sugar.

"You realize that's cocaine, right?" I say to Aleksei, in Russian.

"Cocaine? What's that?"

After I finished puking, the rain had to be near the motel. Lightning struck again, and I saw black figures out in front of the deli (Through the front windows). I looked around for a place to hide, but my only option was the freezer. I attempted to open it, and it wasn't locked. I thanked Jesus and shut the door behind me as I entered. This freezer didn't have a window, but I heard the door moan and crazies muttering to each other. I was going to be here for a while.

I quickly explain what crack-cocaine is.

"Not a bad idea..." I say, sarcastically in Russian

Rain begins pouring down on the motel. Lightning strikes about every thirty seconds. Mild winds, but they're still cold.


"Oh Jesus!"  I shout surprised by the thunder's clashing, awakening with a jolt.  I look around for the third time and actually notice the people. 
"And who are you gents?  Where's my gun?" 

"We didn't take it."

"Oh, here it is."  I grab my gun. 
"And who are you?" 


It starts raining and I get worried about the kid. I tell the older gentleman that I'll be out looking for him. I put my hood on and walk out of the carwall.

I watch as the events go by. Really didn't give a forget. My mind was still going over what I saw that night.