Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 171694 times)

I spot a G5 leaning against the metal wall, "This is some pretty modern stuff... Where do you keep the 5.56 cartridges?"

After I finish sorting I look at my rifle. I grab it and look at it for a bit. I check to see if there was a bullet loaded, but to my luck there wasn't. I find a box full of a ton of bullets for this baby and exit the hut. After climbing down, I walk over to where I would sleep, reach under my crappy bed and pull out a case. After opening it, I look at my SMG and Silverballer. I touch my lips then touch both the guns, close the case and slide it back under the bed. I then tear off a bit of my blanket and fold it into a hobo bag thing. I open the box full of bullets and pour them into the bag. I then knot the bag so it stays on my pants via belt loop. Not hanging too far down but not too small that there isn't some extra room. "I'm ready, let's go." I say as I walk over to the base of the hut.

I grab a few magazines for each of my guns, slipping them into the pack full of supplies I had. I load the SVD, roostering the gun and looking down the scope. "Alright. Jacov, grab some guns and let's go."

Going to sleep soon.
It's like, 12.

I observe them about to leave and I haul ass, finding 4 magazines and a box full of 5.56 rounds. I begin dumping handfuls of them into my backpack for about 10 seconds. "Wait for meee.." I say quickly walking over to them.

Is anybody near the mall district?

I'm planning on starting off my character's storyline from there.

"Jesus Christ, that's a lot of ammunition."
I take a metric forgetton of magazines for my AR15 and also grab a small MP5-SD.
"Where the hell did you get all this stuff?"
« Last Edit: June 23, 2012, 12:19:41 PM by Gojira »

Is anybody near the mall district?

I'm planning on starting off my character's storyline from there.

Probably not, however it's really honestly up to you.
We typically find people who pop up in places where nobody is "accidentally" anyhow.

"Jesus Christ, that's a lot of ammunition."
I take a metric forgetton of magazines for my AR15 and also grab a small MP5-SD.
"Where the hell did you get all this stuff?"

I thought you had an M4A1 but okay

AR15 is the civilian version of the M4
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"Goodness me..." I ran off, not grabbing and ammo for the glock. I put 2 handfuls in the bag, I'd sort them when we got back. "Where are we going? the hospital?"

Oh.


"I'd hope so, I'd really like to clean this thing out," I say, gesturing to the SVD, which I had tucked under my backpack, pressing it against my back somewhat painfully. I'd have to make a strap later.

"Well, we've got our ammunition. We ready to go?"
I don't tell them that I still regret shooting the kid in the leg, even though he's dead now.
Alexia probably regrets killing him more than I regret shooting his leg.

I shrug my shoulders.

I take my rifle off my of back and load a bullet before looking at how many lines I've engraved into the side of it. "Forty three."

"Don't want to know," I say, gesturing to the others my intent to leave.

I put my rifle back onto my back and walk towards the exit. "Time to go."

"This place still stinks..."