Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 175339 times)

"Well not stop all calm like and walk out for them to tear you limb from limb!"

I gulp, not used to being yelled at in this matter.

"WHY, KEITH?" I say in a scared voice. "WHO ARE THEY?"

"We call 'em crazies.  Beings developed by the army as a super-soldier who somehow decided that they didn't like being the gov's puppets," I say in the most dramatic and dark way I can.  "Sometimes you can still hear the screams of their old selves at night through the city as the subconsciously fight the urge to kill everything... in... sight." 
I burst into a chuckling quiet laugh. 

I stay silent for a moment and then begin to giggle which turns into a laugh.

"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard!" I continue giggling.

This is turning into The Walking Dead from Steam.

>You are insane<
Are you trying to make him stuff himself
Pizza
...

"You are insane, you know that?" I say, not joking in the slightest.

"Me?" I say, still laughing.

"No, Mr. Broken Everything. But aside from the stereotypical horror story part of what he explained, the howling part to be exact, he told the 100% truth. I'd stop laughing, wouldn't want to piss them off!" I explain with rage becoming more visible in my voice as I continue, and upon reaching the word 'off' I crush a crazy's hand bones with my foot using my current anger, causing a snap.

"That's one's alive, mate.  I figure Mr. Doctor can do something with 'im." 

"Do I look like I'm in the mood to care?"

"Just didn't want you to cut his head off or something." 

"No, Mr. Broken Everything. But aside from the stereotypical horror story part of what he explained, the howling part to be exact, he told the 100% truth. I'd stop laughing, wouldn't want to piss them off!" I explain with rage becoming more visible in my voice as I continue, and upon reaching the word 'off' I crush a crazy's hand bones with my foot using my current anger, causing a snap.

I gulp. And look down at the floor and then say "I'm sorry." In a sad, muffled voice that looks like I'm about to cry.

"Relax, kid, you're gonna be fine. Now, about these crazy carcasses. We're going to have to dispose of them. And this one," I said, gently nudging the unconscious crazy with my foot, "I'd like to talk to."

"Hi. Who are you." I say, seemingly popping out of nowhere

"Let's go, professor." I drag the unconscious crazy back to the hospital

"Glad you realized he was hamstrung before you killed him."
"Maybe you could use my truck instead of lugging him all the way back?" 
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