Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 173360 times)

I realize I'm doing exactly what the crazies want.
"Oh, God dammit."

I start to climb back into the vault, when I hear Jacov yelling. I quickly slide down, sprinting as fast as I could, pulling my MP5 off my back as I went. "Jacov!" I yell, when I finally reach him. "What happened?"

"Crazies. At the store. Got enough food to last for a lifetime, though."

One crazy standing among the others laughs a bit as he watched Jacov waste his energy. Two crazies run up to the crazy that had watched Jacov and gestured something that would be impossible to understand to somebody that wasn't a crazy. The crazy's smile turns to a frown as he walks in the direction of Super Happy Land (Check OP if you're confused)

Why are they going to super happy land?
Is it Kochie, Nien, or Tomcat?

Only one of them is, and it's because I'm going in that direction.

I made an unelegant noise, saying, "Have you seen the front? They're, and I quote, 'Like white on rice.'"

I made an unelegant noise, saying, "Have you seen the front? They're, and I quote, 'Like white on rice.'"
"Well. That seems like too many."

"Well. That seems like too many."

"Pretty much. We aren't going outside for a while."

"Pretty much. We aren't going outside for a while."
"That's exactly what they want, though."

After a little while of thinking about my past, I walk up to Alex, "Listen. We need guns."

After a little while of thinking about my past, I walk up to Alex, "Listen. We need guns."
I draw my M4. Alex draws her MP5 (do you?)
"You were saying?"

I started walking through Super Happy Land, which was just some sort of fair on a dock. I looked through the small food vendors that were always in the middle of the path you would walk on, and found a hotdog and some soda. After scarfing it down, I walked over to the photo booth. I kicked it to check if it worked, and it just sounded like everything inside was broken. I sighed a bit, looked down at my feet, and turned around, only to get a hand around my throat.

I draw my M4. Alex draws her MP5 (do you?)
"You were saying?"

I do~

I also pull out my Beretta. "Didn't you have a shotgun?"

Hey guys room for another person
if so here's a profile, idk how to introduce/enter him in to the story though

   Name: Martin Bishop
   Age: 17
   Personality: Loyal, cautious, shy, usually short-fused, witty and clever
   Appearance: 5'8" tall, small-boned, compact muscle, semi-long brown uncut hair, grey-green eyes
   Inventory: 2 lighters, a utility knife, 15 scavenged 12-gauge rounds, an 8' chain, and 4 cans of soup
   Clothing: Grey cargo pants, black t-shirt, black light-weight backpack
   Backstory: Was always a stubborn rebel to the corrupt norms of average teenagers, and was shunned or beaten for it at school. After he spent a few summers at a military camp, he used his new physical strength and endurance to successfully teach himself parkour to escape and as a hobby, and often took his anger out in the boxing ring. He eventually couldn't take any more of the problems with school, his family and himself, and ran away when the apocalypse happened. He sees this apocalypse as a chance at a new life, and is actually really excited about it.
   Other: Caucasian, currently has a slightly dislocated left shoulder, has a great immune system, but it also fights off weak medicinal chemicals and weakens others.
   Skill: Great agility and awareness through being a traceur, an adept kick-boxer, and a quick learner. Can operate and maintain firearms fairly well through having gone to a military camp.