Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 175327 times)

"I'll be right back." I come back 6 minutes later looking relieved and holding a fresh white shirt scented with lavender.  
"Laundry's upstairs on the left at the end of the hall.  I always keep it full of fresh clothes."
"And yes, I did wash my hands."

"You don't look like an old woman, that's for sure. But the about to die part... with blood on your shirt, that's pretty plausible."

"Um..." I say, hesitating to take my shirt off.

"Let's respect her privacy," I say to Jeff. I enter the hospital.

"I'm gonna grab a beer," I say, heading in the opposite direction. 

I quickly change shirts, "how does it look?" I say, spinning around.

I turn back to her. "Awesome, it looks great on you."

"Awesome!" I shout from a distance, not looking.  

Awesome
fuuuuuuuuuu stealing my lines

"Awesome!" I shout from a distance, not looking.  
fuuuuuuuuuu stealing my lines

i said it first n00b

While I was writing, n00b

I smile, sitting on a couch.

i smile back creepily...

I yawn, "Still didn't get that full nap." I sigh after all of the events of today

I toss the 18 pack of Miller onto the receptionist desk and cough up more blood.  I pull one out, pop it open, and take a swig.  
"Dang cough."

"Well, there's plenty of beds..." I say, looking at my feet.

I toss the empty can onto the ground and walk out to the AMTS.