Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 173744 times)

I flop on the bed.
"Suckers..."
I fall asleep, snoring.

I yawn, observing the armored mail truck

"There are two mattresses in here, you guys.  I don't sleep on 'em anyway, I stay in the seat up front."  

"I'm gonna stick outside for a little bit."  I step into the cold air and sit against the AMTS. 
Why me? I think to myself. 
« Last Edit: July 13, 2012, 09:54:53 AM by morningstar »

"Mail truck it is," I yawn, not having slept for days, my face showed it. "So where do you guys need to be driven?"

"Maybe you should sleep..."

"Nah I think I'm... fine." I said, groggily

"Not happening. You're going to sleep. When did you last sleep anyways?"

"Fine, and as for your question, I think two days ago?" I get on the mail truck and flop on the bed, instantly falling asleep.

I laugh, fiddling around with my hair.

"There's room for o- YAAAAWWNN, one more in the truck if you like," I say, gesturing to whatshername. 
I flop on the seat in the front and fall asleep in a little under 30 seconds. 

"We need to get moving..."

"Hmwha?"  Only a heavy sleeper when I need to be.  "I guess you're right, you gonna be in the RV or the back of this trash heap?" 

"Who's driving what?" I say, still playing with my hair.

"Oh would you stop that!" I hiss.