Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]

[Gojira]

I run straight into the horde after seeing a pile take Trevor down.
Big mistake.
They knock my gun out of my hands, and before I can draw it, yank the MP5 from my back.

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[HerpaDerp]

Could you hold on for a bit bro?
I'm pretty sure we're all about to die.

Just makin a character :3

[Jokey365]

I punch at crazies, trying to keep them at bay, when I hear them yell, along with several Jacov grunts. I try to move, but a crazy bites me in the leg, causing me to fall over.

[xxxxkill]

I follow Jacov, and unlike him, keep my distance. I fire my Beretta with one hand, firing occasional bursts with the MP5 in the other.

[Jokey365]

I get punched right in the mouth and taste blood. I try to punch at several crazies to give myself some breathing room, but they just push me closer to the floor.

[Gojira]

I start whacking crazies like I am one, breaking noses and teeth, even managing to snap one's neck.

[Jokey365]

I get pinned completely on the ground, taking a beating from all directions.

[Gojira]

I manage to get up, only to be shoved back down. I crawl, realizing I probably have a broken leg, and manage to grab my rifle. I start shooting as many crazies as I can, laughing maniacally.

[xxxxkill]

I continue firing, dropping several crazies before my magazines run dry. I reload my MP5, firing with that while I pull my SVD off my back.

[Jokey365]

My mouth is dripping with blood as crazies just continue to punch and kick at me. Several of them take a bullet to the head, and others forget about me and charge the more important people. Some remain to beat me.

[Mikoyan]

While I'm not looking, a crazy charges me and hits the back of my head so hard it kills me instantly.

[Gojira]

"ALEXIANDRIA!"
I start jamming my gun barrel into the eyes of crazies, not caring about how dirty it is. That's when they started pulling at my limbs.

[Jokey365]

With the lower number of crazies, I manage to beat a few off, then as I get up, one of them kicks me right between the eyes.
TREVOR IS DED.

[xxxxkill]

I get tackled from the side by a crazy, who apparently was very satisfied with himself. I also felt something hard press against my leg, which did nothing to help him escape from the claws of death as I shot him in the throat. I rolled away, quickly being over-whelmed and began resorting to fistfighting. I was, however, incredibly efficient with dispatching my targets, quickly clearing a line to a more reasonable firing area.

[TheABELBOTO]

pretty hardcore role-players right above me