Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 171268 times)

Bitch I did notice the camp.

I switch direction, swapping out to my sniper and dropping to one knee, taking aim and pulling the trigger, dropping one. This obviously alerted the rest of them, at which point I shot another.

Bitch I did notice the camp.
I meant Mikoyan you cigarette.

I aim for one of the crazy's heads. I pull the trigger, I hear a soft pop, and the cartridge comes out, but no bullet leaves the barrel.
"Oh stuff, squib fire," I whisper.
I aim with my MP5-SD and pull the trigger, this time killing him. The others quickly notice.
"Oh forget me."
One of the crazies grabs me.
"NOT LITERALLY!"
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I taze the crazy on Jacov in the back of the head. "GOT THIS THING FROM THE MALL COP STATION!" I hiss before beating the crazy with my baton. "AND THAT!"

"Thanks."
I drop the other crazies, realizing that there are probably more.

I'm quickly woken from my half slumber. I hide behind the wall, knowing my gun wouldn't fire this wet.

"Everything went better than expected."

"Are they all dead yet?"

"Yeah."
I dismantle my gun and manage to dislodge the round, pushing it through the barrel and getting it out. For the sake of it, I decide to clean the rest as well.

"Well, what now? We have a camp in the middle of our bank."

I peek my head through a window, "Can I come innnn?"


"Well, we could salvage stuff from here."

"What would they even have?"

"I really need to sort out-" I yawn again, "All of this ammo..."