Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 169868 times)

"Erm, ok?" I say twiddling my knife around.

"You're going to hurt yourself."

So basically as soon as a girl shows up you all instantly fall in love with her and try to get close?  
Boy I'm glad I left to fend for myself and got his nifty sniper.  

I turn, satisfied when two crazies come up the stairs, the first I shoot through the chest, but now I have no ammo.  
I turn to fight the other in hand-to-hand combat.  
A 14-year-old boy with a broken ankle, eight broken ribs and a cut hand against an adult who has super strength and speed who can't feel pain.  I like those odds.  

"Thanks for taking my knife, woman," I whisper to myself. 

I twist and flip it around, the blade barely missing my hand.

"Let's just get the gas back to the RV. I sure hope grandpa fixed the tank so I don't."


We arrive at the RV, "Hey, uh, sir? Did you patch up the gas tank?"

I follow the other two. "You guys know there's a heater in the RV, right?"

"There's a heater in there?! Why wasn't I informed! I'm shaking like a leaf!"

"I've toughed out worse." I say, starting to fill the tank up.

"You've clearly never been camping in the snow. It gets really loving freezing."

"A man that possibly knows my pain. Finally..." I mutter as I get in the RV. "Now how do I turn on the heat in this thing?"

"Press the power button?"


"Uhh, probably?" I say, throwing away my empty propane tank.