Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 169830 times)

I wake up, "Which 'guy'?"

"Give me my knife back you whore!"  

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« Last Edit: July 09, 2012, 03:07:43 PM by morningstar »

"I don't have a snake!"

"just give me the dang weapons back.  I just almost died.  Again."

"What's the magic word?"

"Please?  Llamas?  I just don't wanna die woman."

I point at the knife in the wall, "I think the tip broke off."

"Yeah, I don't think I'm going to seek out this group any more.  I've learned my lesson about people.  Thanks for your initial paranoia.  May I have the gun too, your majesty?" 

"Sure, it's outside.. Barrel probably froze."

"You treat weapons like they're expendable!  We don't have unlimited weapons you know!  At least I don't since I left.  Say, ever fired a sniper before?  It was incredible," I say pointing toward the dead crazy about 50 meters away with a hole through its arm into the chest.  
"You can't see it while you're inside, but the thing has a hole right through its arm into its lungs and heart.".

"I can make you suffer more with these." I say, pulling out my ka-bars.

I strap the .22 on my back and put the knife in its sheath. 
"Yeah, whatever.  I'm just exasperated you took the weapons to begin with and annoyed with myself for forgetting to steal them back before I left."

"Maybe you shouldn't have forgeted with me... You wouldn't have gotten your weapons taken and your ass kicked."

"Woman I, say, I never got your name.  Before I rant, who the hell are you?"

I exit the bathroom. "MORE arguing? Are we TRYING to tear our survival group apart?"