So this is a medieval apocalypse thing and u will take notes as we rp in the modern apocalypse and then write a story about that
--Timmy's pov-- I gripped Chris's hand. Hard. I remember everything he said I did, but not why. Nor do I remember thinking "kill her." just my arm flying out and catching her with the knife. So easy. So painful. For us both, I know it. She had time to register what was happening, and who I was. She Is probably thinking about that now, and it makes her want to kill. But she won't know it. I saw something move, and yanked on Chris's shirt. He whispered something that I couldn't hear. When I looked up he pointed to a tree. I ran to it. I clambered up and saw a boy about my age. A boy with hate in his eyes. he lunged at me, and stabbed the tree branch next to me. Remembering when Chris was teaching me to deal with the mean boys at his school, i threw my fist down at the boys outstretched arm, as hard as I could. as I had hoped his arm broke. I shoved my foot into his gut and sent him careening out of the tree. He didn't move. While keeping one eye on him I looked to Chris, who was fighting with an old man. --Chris's pov-- I looked down at Timmy, wondering what he was thinking about then... A sharp tug, and an outstretched figure gesturing to the bushes nearby. I whispered for him to go hide in a tree a bit farther away. Timmy looked at me, then scrambled off. I turned around to see the old man charging at me, an identical knife in his hand to the one Timmy had. I set my feet, and when the man got close enough, swept him. I then dive onto his chest, one arm pinning the hand with the knife, the other flying into the mans face. The man didn't flinch. He just threw me off. He got up and advanced more wearily this time, and when he lunged for me I jumped back and kicked his wrist, sending the knife sprawling away. Then I heard a thump, and looked to the tree Timmy was at to see him laying on the ground, motionless. Then, wham! A rock the size of my fist cracked into my head and knocked me down. Blinking through blood in my eyes I saw the old man jump towards me with the knife back in his possession. I stuck both feet out and the man landed, chest first, on my legs. The force of my kick and his jump wasn't enough for his ribs, and he slumped to the ground. I ran to Timmy's tree, and when I saw that it wasn't timmy on the ground, I was overjoyed. I fingered my cut and looked up to him "come Tim, we must be more careful, and we must hurry." Timmy just nodded, then scrambled down the tree.