Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 197145 times)

"You're right I guess."
I start hearing the back door groan.
"forget."

As my mind interpreted it: The door had a face and it was groaning at us.

derp.
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"What was that?" I say, drawing my G5

"Crazies. Pouring into the bank. Again." I call for Alexia.

"I'm on it, I'm on it," I say, walking out of my room, weapons ready.

"It's happening again. But this time there's no kid to send them."

"Really wish we had explosives.." I say, pulling the slide back and releasing it, putting a round into the chamber.

"Oh, I know," I say, doing the same thing as Alexandria.

I wake up in the truck in the middle of the night. I lazily get out of the truck, trip on my way to the bank door and open it, causing a loud moaning sound. "Sshhh..." I hiss at the door. I turn around to shut the door, when my balls recede into my body. Crazies are pouring out of the sewers and buildings, as if they were building their numbers in the underground. I shut the door, lock it, and start moving furniture in front of the doors and windows. I lower the security bars for the doors and windows at the front, and pant for a moment after doing the best I could to seal the bank. "We'll just close the vault door." I say as I begin walking down the stairs. With the lack of light, it was hard to tell who I was.

I spot movement in the darkness, and fire, missing by an inch.

I quickly bring my rifle up to my shoulder when I hear the shot.

I duck and wave my arms. "DON'T SHOOT!" I hiss in a whisper, worried about the hoard of crazies outside.

"Before you say it, we're aware of the crazies."

"Jacov, we jinxed ourselves."

"Do you realize there is enough to fill the city if each of them separated by one foot?"

"No, but I realize there's enough to crack the bank open like a walnut."