Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 169796 times)

"We're two preteens against an adult, we're screwed!" I say before I puke a bit. I was panicking something fierce.

"Oh lord!  Could you let me go?"  I begin to shake a little as if I can actually worm my way out.  The knife in my hand goes into her stomach a tiny tiny bit.  Just enough to let her know it's there.

"Stay cool, Kieth." 

"I DON'T WANT TO DIE! STAYING COOL IS PRACTICALLY TATTOOING 'KILL ME' ONTO MY FACE!"

Uh, you couldn't have moved that hand into me, I just sliced it lol.

"Yeah, throw the gun and knife over there."

Uh, you couldn't have moved that hand into me, I just sliced it lol.
Oh, I thought you meant my other.  

"Here you go," I say cheerily as if nothing just happened. 

I pick up the ice-axe and toss it over to where she ordered. "Just don't kill me!"

Bed for real.  Do whatever you want with me, just don't kill me or hurt me much more please. 
Thanks. 

I put my foot on his back, kicking him to the ground. I run over to the weapons and pick up the gun and knife. "Pfft, the hell is this thing?" I say, throwing the axe off of the roof.

"HEY! That thing can dig right through flesh and come out the other side without a drop of blood on it!"

"I don't have time for this..." I mutter, swinging into a top floor room from the roof.

"WOULD HAVE BEEN TONS OF ROOM FOR YOU IN THE VAULT!" I shout at her before sitting down to rest. My shaking starts to slow down, but I was still shaking pretty badly.

I ignore him, jogging to the exit.

If you're still on the roof, my parting shot is to tackle you down the stairs and die, breaking at least one of your limbs or at the very least a rib or two.  

If not, I should sneak back to bed from my little trip to check up on things.  

I walk back into the hospital and look for a new weapon. While doing so, I find a bonesaw. I put it in my duffle, thinking it would come in handy later, considering it was a garbage weapon in my hands. I exit the hospital and enter the RV. "A survivor and they leave. I could have influenced them to come with us if the handicapped kid I had to follow didn't decide to treat her as a hostile!"

I sneak to the gas tank of the RV and I stab my knife into it, causing all of the fuel to leak out. Satisfied, I jog away silently towards the mall.