Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 169656 times)

"THIS IS ABOUT SURVIVAL!"

"At the moment it's about you not liking me for screwing up and my feeling guilty for screwing up!  At the moment, our priorities seem to be our emotions!"

"If you're going to stay, stay. If you're going to go, go. Just loving do it wither way."

"I'm going then.  Have a nice life you two.  Also, I found a Smartphone in the hospital lobby.  Map including this gun store.  Thought you might be able to use it."
I toss the smartphone onto the couch and exit the door with the crutch I borrowed from a dead body.  
"I can't believe I hadn't thought of that before," I say quietly to myself.  "not that a gun store would have anything left in a city as violent as this one."
« Last Edit: July 09, 2012, 05:44:52 PM by morningstar »

"The gun store was raided already." I say to nobody in particular. "We're going to end up finding his corpse hung from a wall by his testicles."

"Hm, you mean he has them already?"

4 gunshots echo through the city

"You expect every gun store in the city to NOT be raided in an apocalypse? This isn't Fallout 3."

OOC of course

I didnt plan to visit the store.  That was kind of a sarcastic act of good intention.  I figure they were all raided. 

And the gunshots were my sniper.  Didn't take long for me to get mugged. 


"Didn't expect you to be a gamer." I say, hearing gunshots. "He's already getting attacked, wow."

"Now where was that hardware store?" I ask myself over the dead body of a crazy I just had the hassle of stabbing.  Dang they are getting pretty bold.  I hope I don't have to do this often, I am exhausted and injured."
Fortunately if my plan pulls through I will never worry about crazies again.  

Alright I'm back, you may now continue to harass me from afar or something. 
« Last Edit: July 09, 2012, 06:07:27 PM by morningstar »

I laugh, then clear my throat, realizing that death wasn't funny.

I continue to 'walk' until I reach the hospital.  Back to good old ER3.  I nap shortly and wake up to the sound of a chopper high above.  Rescue? 
Nope, just another military scout trying to get a view of whether or not it's safe down here yet.  I decide to get  their attention anyway. 
I get a few road flares from my room and hope for the best.  But they left when they saw me.  Can't have a million dollar chopper mugged while you are armed with 30mm cannons. 

Dang. 

As the pain in my leg slowly fades, I decide to make my way to the hospital, With any luck there'll be some painkillers for when I start to ache again.
The hummer won't start (hotwire failed), and it's probably for the best, I don't want any crazies coming after me right now. I'm forced to go there on foot, weapons ready.