Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 197440 times)

"He is dead. Alexia's my girl."

I stop and think for a moment. "I'm doubting that keeping the bullets in is a good idea."

"So, because I don't want every crazy from here to China on our asses, you're going to have to take these painkillers. Not exactly morphine, but it'll have to do," I say, handing him the pills and preparing the scalpel with alcohol. "Whenever you're ready."

I swallow a few pills and remove my mall cop jacket. "Onw- Oh my that's some big bullets he used..."

I take the jacket and hold it out to him. "Bite down. Hard," I say, as I begin to brown townyze the wounds.

"Okay." I say, putting a sleeve in my mouth.


I put on a pair of gloves and begin operating, starting with making a cut into the wounds, avoiding major blood vessels. I had Jacov help me out by keeping the blood from spilling all over the sidewalk. I took a pair of tweezers and removed the first bullet, which looked like it hurt like a motherforgeter.

"Hurt more than when it went in... Somehow..." I groan through the sleeve. "Just be careful... I think one of them hit something important..."

"With all due respect," I say, removing the second bullet, "I'm not going to operate on your testicles."

"I mean my liver or something... He didn't aim that low... It was like he was trying to hit something important..."

"All in due time," I say, removing the third bullet.


"I really, really hope I didn't detect a bit of pleasure in there," I say, frowning. I remove fourth and fifth without incident, then come to the one lodged in his abdomen. I poke gently at the bullet hole, being sure not to actually stick my finger in it, then said, "Did you get your appendix removed?"