Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 176803 times)

"Oh wait! That's right!" I shout as I run off. "Well, guess I found my answer..." the man says as he watches Alex enter the bank.

I feel the back of my belt, 'stuff, I must have left it at that bench.' I wonder, walking back to the bench.

"It's time..." the man says as he begins running down the stairs. "Trevor is as good as mine..." he says as he exits through the back door and follows Alex.

I approach the bench and pick up the glock I had left laying there, situating it in my belt.

The man walks over to Alex and places a revolver against the back of her head. "If you want to live, I suggest you follow my orders..."

I sniffle, "A-alright."


"I-I don't know what you're talking about."

"Trevor, the assassin, the man you were JUST talking with. Tell me where he is..."

"No, I w-won't tell you."

"I have a GUN against the back of your head..."

"I won't let you hurt him."

"I'm not the one that's going to hurt him, now tell me where he is or I'll send a bullet through your head so fast you'll see it exit your forehead before you die..."


"Just tell me where the hell he is..."