Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 171893 times)

"Then we get moving," I reply, starting towards the RV.

The ferris wheel begins shaking more violently, and a lot more stuff falls off. "Quickly please." I say as I climb on top of the RV.

I stare at the ferris wheel

I slowly start to turn around, but the person behind me says "No, stop that. Get on your knees, hands behind your head."
"You're not a crazy, why are you holding me up? We're on the  same side."
"Shut up!"
"Afraid of your own answer?"
*click, click click click*

I turn around quickly to see a man in a ski mask with an old beat up rifle hastily trying to reload his gun. I grab hold of the barrel and push it down with one hand, while grabbing my knife and putting it to his throat.
"Now, why you trying to rob some poor old man?"
The man tries to lunge away to a 2 by 4 a few feet away, but he doesn't make it. I slash at his back and he falls to the floor. He tries to drag his way to the 2 by 4, but I hit him in the back of the head with the handle of my knife.
"That ought to keep you quiet for an hour or so."
I grab the rifle, load in a couple of rounds the man dropped (not .22s to my disappointment), and go outside to retrieve the man in the back of the car.

Aw, crap.  3 crazies block my path as I round a corner to a building.  And I think one is inside the AMTS, darn it! 
I can shoot 1 of them to death before they notice, maybe another afterwards, and then it's up to my knife. 
I fire into the face of the center one, but he isn't dead, just on the ground wounded too badly to fight even without the feeling of pain. 
I shoot one other in the chest twice, and whip out my knife and disembowel the third.  That was a little too easy. 
I open the door to the AMTS and unload an entire clip into the crazy before it stops moving.  It was quite a scare. 

A car falls from the ferris wheel, the one below it losing a fourth of what it once was. "HURRY GUYS!"

I start up the car. "WOMAN, GET IN THE CAR."

"Oh fu-"
I was knocked off my feet, about 1.5 meters forward by the force of the hit.  The first crazy I shot still wasn't dead.  I reached for my knife, but it was in the crazy next to the building.  I pull the R700P off my back and blow its head off.  "Dang, that might bring a few more around."  
Better gas up quick.

"WHAT'S THE MAGIC WORD??"

I have gas in my AMTS, and I have my knife back.  Awesome.  
I pull out as quick as I can and put my rifles in the empty space next to the driver seat.  I pull out my knife and put it on my lap, and lastly I hold the 9mm in my left hand while I drive.  
"Perfect time to call up my 'friends' before I potentially die.  Just gotta turn off the self destruct here..."

Ring ring ring.

For the record, I'm calling the smartphone I threw on the couch.  
« Last Edit: July 11, 2012, 08:50:53 PM by morningstar »


"YOU'RE GOING TO DIE NOW GET YOUR ASS IN HERE BEFORE I SLAP A HO."

I get into the RV.

"I'm giving you all tops of 2 minutes, whether you're on or not, I'm leaving in 2 minutes."

"Well it's actually please..." I say, stepping on board.

"Dang, they're either dead or close to dead." 
I hang up and reactivate the explosive. 
"Holy mother of duck!"  I swerve away from a building at a split in the street.  "I'm really not qualified for driving." 
How long was I driving, where is another gas station?  Sonocigaretteun.