“You know what every apocalypse has? One big huge asshole who seems dead set on doing whatever the polar opposite of the protagonist is doing. Why? There’s always got to be some asshole ruining the fun for everyone.
Apocalypse books are kind of all the rage right now, or maybe that’s just starting to die down, but part of me wonders whether those kind of people would really show up? More to the point, who are all these crazy assholes they always get to hang out with them?
“Hey Pete, it’s the apocalypse. We could head into the mountains and live in peace. Or we could sign up with the dude wearing a Jason mask and a sash made from bullets. What do you think?”
Well, nameless questioner, I think we’ll just go ahead and let bullet crazy man drive towards the abandoned nuclear plant or whatever damnfool plan he’s got and wait for him to die. Everybody else seems to be dying without trying, and this guy seems to be ACTIVELY doing things that would have gotten him killed before all this apocalypse business. Sooooo I’ll take my chances by not taking my chances, thanks.
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