Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 169781 times)

I suddenly see the jeep dart down the road.

I aim at Jeffrey and fire, hitting him in the chest.
"One for Keith."
I fire at his nuts.
"One for me."
I fire at his hands.
"Two for Alix."

If you shoot him in the nuts he can die from shock.
So you more than likely just killed him.

If you shoot him in the nuts he can die from shock.
So you more than likely just killed him.
REVENGE.

I wave to the jeep coming down the street.

I wave to the jeep coming down the street.
It's a heavily modified mailvan.
I take the keys from an unresisting Jeffrey.

Somebody attempts to flag me down. I simply drive past and continue onward.

It's a heavily modified mailvan.
I take the keys from an unresisting Jeffrey.
forget WRONG VEHICLE

"Ignoring me? Okay."

Moments later I walk down a few streets as I finally reach a gas station.
"Perfect-"

Then, I hear crazies.
But I don't want to waste all the fuel here.

Oh, Face.
Just because you were disappointed about the lack of fighting earlier.
I don't want you spawning 100 crazies every three posts.

Oh, Face.
Just because you were disappointed about the lack of fighting earlier.
I don't want you spawning 100 crazies every three posts.
i'm not going to lol, it's just that i didn't want me getting supplies to be a cakewalk, because then that would just be BS.
plus, it's actually only one.

i'm not going to lol, it's just that i didn't want me getting supplies to be a cakewalk, because then that would just be BS.
plus, it's actually only one.
no need to spawn one every time, k?



It had only turned out to be one crazy. I run up to it, knife in hand, hoping it didn't counter.
I successfully get a stab in it. I stab it a few more times before it falls to the ground.

I then run up to all the gas stalls (???) and take out the hoses and toss them on the ground, this leaking fuel. I then grab a fuel canister from inside. However, I decide it was too heavy. God, I've never had the endurance to carry things. I walk away, taking a lighter that I got from inside. I spin the wheel, press the button, and toss it at the leak - but before it even touches the liquid the air bursts into flame. I quickly duck and scramble from the large fire.

...

Now that I think of it, what was the use? Was I planning to kill crazies? Do I just like fire? Probably the latter, or both. Oh well, maybe that jackass who decided to ignore me won't have any fuel if he runs out.