Suzy’s Strange Saga
If you’re going to have any hope and future of keeping this carnival together with you as leader, you’re going to have to get revenge on those rednecks. Maybe Dolores is correct in that there won’t be too many of them in fighting condition.
“Okay, okay, we’ll do something about those hicks. Just gotta get organized first…” you say before Shrimpy interrupts.
“Suzy are you serious? Haven’t you noticed all of the wounded and dead we have?”
“Yes, and that’s exactly why we’re going to hit those bastards back hard! Look Shrimpy, if this is the way the world is going to work now, we need to always stand up to bullies or else they’ll just walk all over you. Trust me, I know what the hell I’m talking about. Now you can either get with the program or hit the road.” You say.
Shrimpy is taken aback by your harsh tone. He doesn’t reply, he just nods and leaves. He doesn’t leave, so he’s willing to fall in line despite believing that this is a bad idea.
Dolores and yourself both gather those still in fighting condition and convince them that an attack is in order. You manage to convince most, but there are a few that leave. Dolores is nearly ready to blow their heads off for wanting to take some supplies with them, but not wishing to cause another potential internal firefight you allow them to leave with minimal of supplies.
Within an hour and a half everyone that is willing to come with you is loaded up and ready to go. Shrimpy, in perhaps an effort to show his dedication says he’ll come too, but you tell him to stay behind with the wounded just so there is someone that can help them in case they have to be moved immediately.
“I’m not exactly how much I’m going to be able to help in that regard. My name isn’t Lifto.” Shrimpy says.
“Well, not all of them are down for the count. I’m sure you’d be able to help a few at least.” You say.
“Suzy, you don’t need to do this, we could just leave. This attack is a suicide mission. It’s obvious from the last firefight with those good ol’ boys we can’t hit for shit.”
“Well, fortunately we’ve got some automatic weapons in that regard, more bullets, more likely to hit the targets. Hey it happens.” You say.
Sensing he isn’t going to talk you out of this, Shrimpy wishes you good luck and you’re on your way to a path of rip roarin’ revenge, though there is a part of you that would just like to run.
You lead the drive to the trailer park since you actually know where it is exactly. When you arrive, it’s hard to tell if the place is in shambles from when their leader said they were attacked or if it always looked this way.
No sooner have all your vehicles stopped, when Dolores has already gotten out of the military truck you took and started lobbing the remaining grenades at the trailer homes.
“Come on out you inbred sister fuckers!” she shouts and begins firing randomly at the rest of the homes.
“Dolores, get back in the…” you begin to say and then suddenly Dolores actions have attracted return fire.
“Over there! Fire over there!” Dolores shouts and takes cover.
At this point Dolores is giving out orders and you’re not being listened to at all. Despite Dolores’ enthusiasm for revenge it doesn’t suddenly make her a better “commander.” You at least try to remember all those times you played video games on your computer and know that wading straight forward into battle is traditionally a shit strategy so you attempt to try the classic pincer maneuver.
Unfortunately given that you’re the only one using any sort of critical thinking and nobody is actually listening to you, you’re mainly stuck by yourself, trying to pick off the hillbillies when you see them pop up. If you were actually a good shot, you might’ve actually turned this attack into a successful one.
As it stands, the trailer park crew even with the wounded they have and catching them off guard with the grenades, still outnumber you severely and STILL have better shots. They also have explosives of their own perhaps not military grade like you had, but when you’ve got a lot of half empty liquor bottles lying around and people with too much time on their hands well sometimes even the lower born get creative.
Your vehicles and your people are suddenly bombarded by several Molotov cocktails and someone even has a homemade “launcher.” The explosions are big, loud and fatal to most of your people who were still taking cover behind them. The others who weren’t have already gotten cut down by the gunfire. Dolores herself is lying dead with a bullet hole in her head and you’re suddenly hearing hillbillies whoopin’ it up and seriously worried about your physical safety.
“Whoo hoo! Somebody keep the pretty blonde one alive! We can have a good time wit her!” you hear one of them shout.
“Goddamnit Ray, stop thinkin’ with yer dick for one minute, she’s still armed ya dumb shit!” you hear Mel shout back.
Seeing as none of the vehicles you came in are usable anymore you attempt to run. You just hope you’ve got more endurance than a bunch of overweight beer swillin’ hicks. They aren’t going to be able to follow immediately by any working vehicles they might have due to the flaming scrap heap blocking the trailer park entrance created by their homemade bombs.
You MIGHT have made it, if they weren’t lead by a more pragmatic leader type. Just goes to show that you can’t judge people just by where they come from…
As soon as you make it to the road, a single shot rings out and you feel a burning sensation run through your upper back and up your spine. You then feel numb and collapse instantly. You’re paralyzed, not just from the waist down, but from the neck down. You panic and the tears start when you know this is it.
Mel arrives before the rest of his crew who are now complaining loudly about Mel shooting you.
“(Sigh) Well darlin’ you asked fer this. I get why you attacked, but that doesn’t fuckin’ mean we’re gonna sit and take it in the ass any more than you did. Just be glad, I’m puttin’ you outa yer misery rather than lettin’ the rest have their way with you.” Mel says.
You don’t reply and just close your eyes waiting to hear the final shot.
“Okay, okay, we’ll do something about those hicks. Just gotta get organized first…” you say before Shrimpy interrupts.
“Suzy are you serious? Haven’t you noticed all of the wounded and dead we have?”
“Yes, and that’s exactly why we’re going to hit those bastards back hard! Look Shrimpy, if this is the way the world is going to work now, we need to always stand up to bullies or else they’ll just walk all over you. Trust me, I know what the hell I’m talking about. Now you can either get with the program or hit the road.” You say.
Shrimpy is taken aback by your harsh tone. He doesn’t reply, he just nods and leaves. He doesn’t leave, so he’s willing to fall in line despite believing that this is a bad idea.
Dolores and yourself both gather those still in fighting condition and convince them that an attack is in order. You manage to convince most, but there are a few that leave. Dolores is nearly ready to blow their heads off for wanting to take some supplies with them, but not wishing to cause another potential internal firefight you allow them to leave with minimal of supplies.
Within an hour and a half everyone that is willing to come with you is loaded up and ready to go. Shrimpy, in perhaps an effort to show his dedication says he’ll come too, but you tell him to stay behind with the wounded just so there is someone that can help them in case they have to be moved immediately.
“I’m not exactly how much I’m going to be able to help in that regard. My name isn’t Lifto.” Shrimpy says.
“Well, not all of them are down for the count. I’m sure you’d be able to help a few at least.” You say.
“Suzy, you don’t need to do this, we could just leave. This attack is a suicide mission. It’s obvious from the last firefight with those good ol’ boys we can’t hit for shit.”
“Well, fortunately we’ve got some automatic weapons in that regard, more bullets, more likely to hit the targets. Hey it happens.” You say.
Sensing he isn’t going to talk you out of this, Shrimpy wishes you good luck and you’re on your way to a path of rip roarin’ revenge, though there is a part of you that would just like to run.
You lead the drive to the trailer park since you actually know where it is exactly. When you arrive, it’s hard to tell if the place is in shambles from when their leader said they were attacked or if it always looked this way.
No sooner have all your vehicles stopped, when Dolores has already gotten out of the military truck you took and started lobbing the remaining grenades at the trailer homes.
“Come on out you inbred sister fuckers!” she shouts and begins firing randomly at the rest of the homes.
“Dolores, get back in the…” you begin to say and then suddenly Dolores actions have attracted return fire.
“Over there! Fire over there!” Dolores shouts and takes cover.
At this point Dolores is giving out orders and you’re not being listened to at all. Despite Dolores’ enthusiasm for revenge it doesn’t suddenly make her a better “commander.” You at least try to remember all those times you played video games on your computer and know that wading straight forward into battle is traditionally a shit strategy so you attempt to try the classic pincer maneuver.
Unfortunately given that you’re the only one using any sort of critical thinking and nobody is actually listening to you, you’re mainly stuck by yourself, trying to pick off the hillbillies when you see them pop up. If you were actually a good shot, you might’ve actually turned this attack into a successful one.
As it stands, the trailer park crew even with the wounded they have and catching them off guard with the grenades, still outnumber you severely and STILL have better shots. They also have explosives of their own perhaps not military grade like you had, but when you’ve got a lot of half empty liquor bottles lying around and people with too much time on their hands well sometimes even the lower born get creative.
Your vehicles and your people are suddenly bombarded by several Molotov cocktails and someone even has a homemade “launcher.” The explosions are big, loud and fatal to most of your people who were still taking cover behind them. The others who weren’t have already gotten cut down by the gunfire. Dolores herself is lying dead with a bullet hole in her head and you’re suddenly hearing hillbillies whoopin’ it up and seriously worried about your physical safety.
“Whoo hoo! Somebody keep the pretty blonde one alive! We can have a good time wit her!” you hear one of them shout.
“Goddamnit Ray, stop thinkin’ with yer dick for one minute, she’s still armed ya dumb shit!” you hear Mel shout back.
Seeing as none of the vehicles you came in are usable anymore you attempt to run. You just hope you’ve got more endurance than a bunch of overweight beer swillin’ hicks. They aren’t going to be able to follow immediately by any working vehicles they might have due to the flaming scrap heap blocking the trailer park entrance created by their homemade bombs.
You MIGHT have made it, if they weren’t lead by a more pragmatic leader type. Just goes to show that you can’t judge people just by where they come from…
As soon as you make it to the road, a single shot rings out and you feel a burning sensation run through your upper back and up your spine. You then feel numb and collapse instantly. You’re paralyzed, not just from the waist down, but from the neck down. You panic and the tears start when you know this is it.
Mel arrives before the rest of his crew who are now complaining loudly about Mel shooting you.
“(Sigh) Well darlin’ you asked fer this. I get why you attacked, but that doesn’t fuckin’ mean we’re gonna sit and take it in the ass any more than you did. Just be glad, I’m puttin’ you outa yer misery rather than lettin’ the rest have their way with you.” Mel says.
You don’t reply and just close your eyes waiting to hear the final shot.
