Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 169565 times)

"Bog Chert svoloch', ne umirayut. Ne syeichas!" I yell, desperation in my eyes. I knew in the back of my head that I was too late. I didn't act fast enough. Hell, I probably couldn't have done anything. I knew he was going to die. He knew he was going to die. So why did I keep trying?

I see no hospital insight, until I saw a cross in the corner of my eye. I swerved right,mnot caring about not going on the road. I stopped right in front of the entrance. I yelled to the professor. "Go, go, go!"I took my .45 to escort him and the Russian.

I squeeze Aleksei's hand, breathing in. "There's no point. He's dead. No breathing. No heart beat. Poor guy choked on his own blood," I say, my voice cold and calculating, as I look up and blink. I inhale again. "forget. Why. I could've saved him damn it. If I had gone with you him, I could've saved him," I say, my voice remaining cold and mechanical. I punch the wall, bruising my knuckles. "Damn it."

"What?!
I ran over to the Russian, blood everywhere. "It can't be, youre wrong, you dont know for sur-. God damnit, he was just a nice Russian, how could he just die like that?"
My face went blank.

"Perfect..." I sob from inside the bathroom, still freezing.

may my sole


rest in peice

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Name: Alixandriea Day
Age: 19
Personality: Kind, shy, clumsy.
Appearance: 5' 9", Jet black hair down to shoulder blades, paler skin tone, light green eyes.
Location: The Hospital

Inventory: Aluminum flask, candy bar, 2 ka-bar knives, small satchel
Clothing: Black converse, skinny jeans, white tee shirt, Black zip-up hoodie, black scarf.

Other: French and English ethnicity
Skill: Good with knives

"No!"
I walk away, unable to cope with how I felt.
I clutch a little tighter on the medal he gave me.
"Thank you..."
« Last Edit: July 07, 2012, 11:39:17 AM by Gojira »

And we can't even give him a proper burial. ;~;


Did you say I was with you or still at the motel? 

I dragged your ass into the RV, whether you liked it or not.

Thanks. 
So are we ate the vault yet, or still the RV? 

Dude a guy just died.
We're still in the RV.

For the eighth time I wake up not knowing exactly where I am.  Only this time I wake up violent because I am in an enclosed space next to a dead body.  "Holy mother of duck (insert swears as necessary guys)!" I shout and draw my knife! 
I kick out at the nearest person to me only to be met with an incredible pain in my ankle.  "What did you do to me?" 
As I realize I am not among crazies I calm down.  "Oh, it's only you guys." 
Then it hits me. 
"Oh my god there is a dead person in the RV!"

I started to calm down, but I was still freezing. My clothes and pretty much all of the bathroom had dried off at this point, so I put my clothes and duffle bag on and exited the bathroom. "I really shouldn't have been out in the rain..."