Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 169737 times)

Rebenok? Rebenok?" I shout, walking by a Deli.

I hear somebody. The Russian. The crazies did too, because I heard some grumbling and then the door moan again.

I hear growling and turn around to face 2 crazies, "Alright, where's the kid?" I ask, in Russian.

The two look at each other, look back at the Russian, then frown. They both tackle him at the same time. I open the freezer door to check the current situation, only to see one crazy left. I pull out my ice-axe, and while he's pigging out on flesh, I tap him on the shoulder. He turns around to get the chunk of flesh he was chewing on stabbed with my pick. I stabbed it so hard that it dug clean through the flesh and dug into the inside of the crazy's mouth. I pull him to the ground with the pick and begin stomping his face.

Kinda confused, are you helping Mikoyan by killing the crazy or what?

Kinda confused, are you helping Mikoyan by killing the crazy or what?
Miko went to the city to find me.
Three crazies were eating flesh in a deli.
Two heard Miko shouting.
They're fighting Miko now.
I heard them exit so I exited the freezer and saw only one crazy pigging out on flesh.
I'm killing it because fight response.

I shake my head. What the forget am I doing? I ask to myself. I go outside the car wall to help find supplies and actually get back on track.

Derp, somebody that lives in my house wants to use a frame of your avatar for a Youtube profile picture.

I kick one of the crazies off of me and draw my fist back. I throw my arm right at the other crazy's face, causing its jaw and nose to be broken. I fire a shot into it's head, killing it. While I'm not looking, the other one tackles me again, adding on to my internal bleeding. I slide out of it's grip and fire a whole magazine into its head, grabbing for my chest.

I walk out, following Aleksei.
I hear gunfire.
"Oh stuff."
I come to see Aleksei clutching his chest with a couple crazies on the ground, one with 7 bullet wounds in the face.

Derp, somebody that lives in my house wants to use a frame of your avatar for a Youtube profile picture.

Lol, perfectly fine with me.

After stomping the crazy's face into a mush, I free my pick and exit to find the Russian clenching his chest. Crazies were already en route to our destination, so I ran over to the Russian and pulled at his sleeve. "Go! Go!" I shout at him over the rain soaking my already freezing body.

"Da, da. Idti, idti." I say waving my hand, gritting my teeth. I begin to walk with the kid.

I grab my rifle and start picking off crazies one by one, before slowly starting to retreat to the motel.

We reach the motel after a grueling run. I fall onto one of the cars in the wall, get up, crawl over it and run for the RV. I gasp for breath as I pull the door open and run into the bathroom. I don't even shut the door before I begin puking into the toilet. "Damn asthma." I mutter over a gag. I stop puking after two good chunks of vomit come out of my mouth. I then fall into a heap in the bathroom as I wait for air to get back into my lungs.