Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 169575 times)

"Sure thing, go right ahead and kill whoever it is yourself," I say and sit on the stairs waiting for the screams.  

Going to bed.  In the meanwhile I'm walking to get the R700P.  Update me when I get back please. 

I turn to look at the person I was following, only to have my heart stop. "Okay, put the knives down... I'll put the ice-axe away, just don't stab me..."

"Leave." I say, not putting the knives down.

"We can sort this out..." I say, now shaking even worse with fear of my life added on to my freezing body. "I have a group, we can work together to survive..."

I lied about bed. 
"I knew this was going to happen," I say when I hear him talking about diplomacy. 
I hobble up the stairs and point the gun over his shoulder at the knife-bearer. 
"It seems we have reached a stalemate." 

"I can handle this, get out of here!" I whisper.

"Hell no, you just proved you cannot handle it.  Knives beat and ice-axe.  It's like rock-paper-scissors," I whisper back. 
"And you.  You want us to leave?  We want to stay.  If you kill my friend you die and I can kill you either way.  Putt he knives down." 

"YOU'RE GOING TO GET US BOTH KILLED!" I hiss.

I tuck and roll right behind him. I grab the arm he holds his gun in and jerk it behind his back as I put one of the knives up to his throat, "Are you really going to threaten me for not going with you?" I say through my scarf into his ear.

I raise my ice-axe. "I WILL MINECRAFT YOU TO DEATH!" I shout. "I can aim with this thing, don't think I won't be able to hit you."

I bring my hand with the other knife around and slice his wrist, giving him a shallow cut.

"I'm not threatening you for not coming.  I just don't want anyone else to die today.  We just lost a man."  I grunt in pain because my ankle is killing me in this position.  I slowly draw my knife backwards and prick it against my enemy's stomach.  
"And Kieth, shut up.  I think this will end better my way.  You don't need an injured soldier." 

I drop my ice-axe and yelp in pain. My shaking just gets worse and I gag some more.

I swing the knife that I just cut Keith with down on the kid's hand. "Don't forget with me." I say, not loosening my grip.