Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 169761 times)

"You shouldn't even be smoking anyways..."


"You don't see me caring."

"Have fun dying of lung cancer... kid..."

"While your boyfriend there dies of a crazy to the everything."


"Oh my god. Alix, he'll be fine."

"Did you see how many crazies were in there?"

"I think maybe fifty.  I killed five, Ryan must have killed three.  Any other might make, maybe forty left."

"I think maybe fifty.  I killed five, Ryan must have killed three.  Any other might make, maybe forty left."
"Let's be off then."
I load my rifle.
"Oh, and Jeffery, I want you to know that you're an ass for making Alix cry," I whisper to Jeff.

"I might have to head off to the mall to grab some clothes."

"You- you're going to the mall?" my voice sparks a bit of excitement behind my hands.

"I'm kind of in my underpants and undershirt, plus I'm going to need somebody to come with me so I don't die. You wanna come?"

I take my hands away from my face, "Sure."