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

[Jokey365]

"Please?" I ask, the voices causing me to get on edge. "I think there are other people here..."

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[Gojira]

"E-e, izvinite, ya ne govoryu po angliiski..."

"I'm sorry, but do you speak English?"

[xxxxkill]

"He said 'Sorry, I don't speak English.'" I say, trying to piece together some of my rudimentary Russian.

[Mikoyan]

"Nyet, Nyet, po angliiski."

[Jokey365]

I see other people behind the Russian. "Screw that!" I whisper to myself as I hide behind the corner.

[xxxxkill]

"Kto ty?" I ask, not exactly sure if my Russian was actually grammatically correct.

[Mikoyan]

I search through my bag and find a picture of myself, wearing a Russian tank helmet with my name in Cyrillic on the front. I hold the picture out and nod my head, smiling.

[HerpaDerp]

I wake up again, too weak to get up. I mumble, "Anybody got some painkillers?"

[Jokey365]

"Perfect. A druggy and two Russians. This just gets better and better..." I whisper, not taking my head out from behind the corner.

[xxxxkill]

I raise an eyebrow, translating his name into English, which was basically Aleksei Kharzin. "Понимаю. Как вы попали сюда?" I ask.

[HerpaDerp]

"God damnit does anyone speak much English these days? "The pain shoots up as I talk.

[Mikoyan]

"Eh.. M-my daughter? Da, my daughter I visit her."

[Jokey365]

"Well the Russian speaks English... How about everyone else?" I whisper as I poke my head out to look.

[xxxxkill]

"So you were visiting your daughter. Got it," I reply, looking over at the man on the ground. "If I recall correctly, the medical ward is right over there," I say, pointing.

[Jokey365]

I put my head back behind cover. "Let's hope he doesn't overdose."