Author Topic: Apocalypse: The Re-apocalyticalizing [Somebody put out his fire]  (Read 170778 times)

"Knew it. When I shot you, I was trying to make you stop. But NO, you had to try and roast me."

"You shot him?  What the hell is your problem?  'I can't go and TELL him to stop, I'll flipping SHOOT HIM!'" 

"I wasn't even doing anything to you! Just come along, see somebody havin' fun, LET'S SHOOT HIM!"

"Both of you are at fault here.  Keith, you just had a complete emotional and mental breakdown because Alix saved someone who she cares about.  If you had a girlfriend in this pisshole of a city, I think she would do the same to Ryan if that situation reversed."  I turn to Jeremy. 
"And you," I aim my gun at him, "I doubt you would appreciate getting shot in the arm.  Keith just burned the warehouse with thousands of crazies in it.  Get a grip or get the hell out." 
I start to chuckle a little bit after this and just leave for ER3. 

"So if I had a girlfriend and she replaced Alix in that situation, Ryan would still be picked? Yeah, okay, I'm leaving. I'm not wanted. Let me go Ryan."

Ha, I'm already in ER3. 
And the chuckling is going to turn out pretty weird later...
Schizophrenia. 


"I'm not loving letting you go until you understand very thing. What Jeff is trying to say is that if you had a girlfriend, and she replaced Alix, she would choose you instead of me in that warehouse. As Jeff said, Alix chose someone she cared about more, it's totally normal. But another thing is that you were attacked by way less crazies, me being like 20 while you 5. It was pretty obvious you could survive. Right now you're being so emotional tht you're taking the whole warehouse thing into thought." I let go of his hand. "Have fun, but if you threaten to kill or harm us, I will myself break your neck. If you want to join us again, I'd be really, really glad." I walked inside, and took Alix with me.

I was drenched in gasoline, ash, my blood and possibly a little crazy blood. I could hardly stand, and I was probably going to end up lighting myself on fire and dying, but going back would just make me a freeloader. The doctor wouldn't do anything for me, both Alix and Ryan are pissed off, I almost killed somebody and the other thinks I'm insane. What did I have to offer? Nothing. Nothing but a loss of supplies and I'd just end up letting my pyromaniac do the same thing again. "RYAN!"

I turn the corner to see Ryan and Keith talking to each-other.

"You're back! How'd it go? Tell me all about it!"

I come back out.  "Shut up, I can't get a wink of sleep, and the flipping radiator won't shut up."  
"That's a lot of gasoline.  You should get to a shower."  

I turn the corner to see Ryan and Keith talking to each-other.

"You're back! How'd it go? Tell me all about it!"
Ryan already walked back inside and I'm standing in the cold with pyromaniac gear, ash, blood and gasoline all over the place.

"I wanna come back..."

"Whoa, Keith, what happened to you?" I say, the look on my face shows that I'm very, very concerned.

I go out to Keith and start to drag him inside.  "Jeez man, you're helpless.  Hope you learned something." 

I look back at my gasoline tank and flamethrower left in a puddle that leads to me. I completely forgot. "It's gonna ignite."

"RUN!!!"

I run into the room nearest and hide behind the bed.