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

[Jokey365]

"This room was locked with a chain, but there's nothing in here... Odd."

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[Mikoyan]

"Uh?"

[Jokey365]

"Well that was really odd, let's get back to the RV."

[morningstar]

/timeskip
I reach the police station and open the locker with the key I still have hanging from my neck.  I grab the sniper rifle still sitting there and cram a bunch of the 4-shell packets into my pockets.  Then I pick up one of the empty 9mm pistols from the floor and pocket that inside my pants pocket.  I take the time to load the R700P and make sure my .22 is full.  I know for a fact there is no 9mm ammo in here. 
So I march back to the hospital. 

[Plethora]

Name: Benedict Wellington IV
Age: 92
Personality: Laid back and introverted, I won't get pushed around though
Appearance: Short white hair, blue eyes, around 5'7", slight hunch
Inventory:  Matches, Hatchet, Knife, String
Clothing: Worn blue jeans, plaid shirt, light jacket, steel toed boots, leather belt, gloves
Picture*: N/A
Backstory*: Fought in WW2, survived, fought in Korea, survived, lied about my age and did administrative work in Vietnam, almost died. Did some farming in between the wars. I've kept rather tough over the years, but my eyes are finally starting to give out. Came to the city to sell fresh fruit at a premium just when the crazies became a problem. They attacked my fruit truck, and I ran a few over, but they wrecked the truck and I lost a lot of fruit. I had to make a break for it, and when I came back, all I could salvage was the items in my inventory.
Previous RPs*: ...
Other**: I'm your typical bad a** old guy.
Skill***: I'm handy with tools.

[morningstar]

They attacked my fruit truck and I lost a lot of fruit. 

Those monsters! How could they? 

[Plethora]

Those monsters! How could they? 

You know how crazy people can be.

Oh, and I'm currently at the hotel.
Everything in order?

[Jokey365]

You know how crazy people can be.

Oh, and I'm currently at the hotel.
Everything in order?

Added yo.
Also, there is no hotel.
It's a motel.

[Plethora]

My mistake, apollogies.

[Mikoyan]

"What did you get from inside that store?" I ask Keith.

[Jokey365]

"Just a bunch of snacks and unhealthy stuff. I'm going to unload it into the RV."

[morningstar]

I head to the roof to see I can figure out the sights on the rifle.  I look around to see if there are any crazies.
Wait, is that the RV?  There is one crazy headed in that general direction.  Time to scope in. 
I hit him through the arm and into his chest about 50 meters from the RV on my 3rd shot.  Not bad for my first time. 

[Mikoyan]

Btw, Morn, I took your Knife and .22. Remember?
I put my scarf back over my nose and mouth, "It's getting a little colder... I say, my scarf
muffling the sound. I walk in the direction of the RV, waiting for the others to follow.

[Jokey365]

I follow Alix. "I don't think we're going to last very long without warmth." I say as I wrap my second coat around myself. "We'll probably end up all huddling together for warmth, waiting for the inevitable."

[morningstar]

Btw, Morn, I took your Knife and .22. Remember?
I put my scarf back over my nose and mouth, "It's getting a little colder... I say, my scarf
muffling the sound. I walk in the direction of the RV, waiting for the others to follow.

Then I'm stuck with a sniper rifle and an empty 9mm pistol.  How did I actually travel?  My ankle is broken!