Suzy’s Strange Saga
As much you don’t necessarily relish the idea of possibly sending a man to his death, he’s not your responsibility and it’s already weird he’s been sticking around when there isn’t anyone else here maybe it would be best if you let him leave especially if he’s implying that he’s mentally ill.
Besides if he claims he can sneak past the National Guard, then who are you to disbelieve him.
“Okay, but you probably should go out the backdoor at least.” You say.
“Yeah, good idea. You’re so thoughtful to look out for my well being. I just wish…things could’ve been different…” Johhny says and starts stumbling back towards the kitchen.
You follow Johnny just to make sure he doesn’t fall or something similar. When you reach the kitchen you’re impressed with how clean it is. You’d never know there was a drunk fool lying on a broken table yesterday.
“How the hell did you get this so clean?” you ask.
“Oh, I’m very (yawn) good at cleaning. Always have been. There’s also some pizza and another drink for you in the fridge. I got an (yawn) extra one yesterday in case you got hungry today. Don’t worry, I made sure nobody touched it.”
“Wow Johnny, that was pretty thoughtful. Thank you.”
“No problem. I just hope someone will be as good to you as you deserve. Goodbye Suzy.” Johnny says and walks out the backdoor.
You walk to the door and peer out the window to see if he’s going to jump the fence, but you see him walk around the house. You hope he isn’t going to try to go through the front gate again and is just going to cut through a neighbor’s yard.
You run back to a couple of other rooms peering out windows, but you don’t see him anymore. You look out one of the front windows and he’s not out there either. He must’ve already made his escape you guess or at least you hope so.
Lacking any other ideas of what to do at this particular time, you grab the pizza and drink from the fridge and head back to your room. You also attempt to call up Donna, Julie and even Peter to see if you can find out more information on their situations, but you get no answer from any of them.
After passing some time on your laptop, you suddenly hear a loud banging on a door.
Not the door to your room, but somewhere in the house. Upon exiting your room, it sounds like its coming from the front door.
You remember that the loudspeaker from earlier did say there was going to be a government representative coming to visit the houses in the neighborhood.
You head to the living room and look through the door window and see a well-dressed man and one soldier at the door.
Since you get the impression the government will most likely just break the door down if you don’t answer the best thing you can do is be polite and accommodating.
You grab the handle…
“Greetings miss. I’m Mr. Zoll and I’ve been assigned to be the government representative for this area. May we come in?” Mr. Zoll asks, though it’s pretty obvious that this is more of a polite formality rather than asking permission.
“Of course.” You answer and let Mr. Zoll and his soldier companion in.
Mr. Zoll sits on the chair while his soldier buddy stands nearby and you sit on the other side of the couch and ask what all this is about.
“My name’s Suzy, so how can we help exactly?” you ask.
“Well, before we start I know this isn’t an ideal situation. You’re probably already concerned about what’s going on and why this town is under marshal law in the first place.” Mr. Zoll answers.
“It is all a bit worrying.” You reply.
“I’m sure. Unfortunately I can’t talk about it too much, however I’m sure you’re aware that this town has experienced a vast increase in criminal activity and rioting. More than your police force can handle. So until we get the situation under control again, we’re here to stay.”
“Well I certainly can understand that. I haven’t experienced any criminal activity in this neighborhood though, well at least not to my knowledge.”
“Hmm, yes this is one of the quieter ones. Some places I’m hearing about are pretty bad. Anyway I’d like to ask a few questions before deciding if we need to search this house further.”
“Oh. Um, okay then. I have nothing to hide.”
“Good glad to… hear it.” Mr. Zoll says.
“So do you own this place?”
“My friend Julie does.”
“Oh? You’re not the owner? Where is this Julie?”
“Uh, don’t know. She skipped out on her own party yesterday and never came back home. She’s a bit of a free spirit.”
“Hmmm…” Mr. Zoll says and begins to write something down.
“Why are you writing? Did I say something wrong? I mean not that I meant to say anything is wrong, that is. Everything is just fine! Ha ha.”
Mr. Zoll’s staring and questioning makes you nervous and now Mr. Zoll is looking at you a bit mistrustfully. He thinks something is wrong and now that you’re shifting a bit uncomfortably, he starts to think you’re covering up something even though you aren’t!
“Okay, you know what. I think it’ll be easier to just give a brief search of the house.” Mr. Zoll says standing up to say.
“Um, all right then. I have nothing to hide as I said.” You say.
Mr. Zoll tells his man to go take a quick look through all the rooms while the two of you stay in the living room. The soldier nods and follows his orders. He first goes upstairs and looks through. You half expect him to find a stash of drugs in Julie or Donna’s room, but he either doesn’t or that isn’t their primary concern.
Next the soldier comes back downstairs and searches the ground floor, but once again finds nothing that is going to get you into trouble.
“Searched everywhere sir, well except the basement.” The soldier says when he comes back.
“Well you might as well search that too.” Mr. Zoll remarks.
The soldier nods and heads back towards the hallway. You hear the door open to the basement and then a few footsteps going down and then nothing.
You and Mr. Zoll sit in silence for a while. You don’t say anything, in fact you don’t even look in his direction for fear of giving Mr. Zoll an excuse to do something else which might not be as pleasant as a simple search.
“Where the hell is he…shouldn’t be taking this long… Jacobs! Jacobs! Did you find anything?! Because if not, we’ve got other houses to go to!” Mr. Zoll shouts.
There is no answer. Mr. Zoll calls again and still nothing. Mr. Zoll looks at you as if it’s your fault.
“Is there someone down there?” Mr. Zoll asks.
“What? No! I mean isn’t your man Jacobs the only one down there?” you say nervously.
“That’s what I’m asking you…let’s go find out shall we?” Mr. Zoll says and then turns your nervousness into flat out fear by suddenly pulling out a pistol from his suit pocket.
You put up your hands and attempt to say you have no idea what’s going on, but Mr. Zoll won’t hear it, he’s convinced you’re hiding someone in the basement and you’re going first down there. He also tells you to be completely quiet and not make any fuss or else he’s just going to shoot you on the spot and have a squad come in and burn this place to the ground.
Meekly you comply and you head towards the basement with Mr. Zoll pointing his gun at you from behind.
You reach the bottom of the stairs and you notice blood on the floor nearby and then suddenly a knife is plunged into your throat from an arm around the corner.
You fall to the floor in what almost feels like slow motion as you gurgle your last words and breathe your last breaths.
With your last vision from the cold basement floor, you think you see Johnny standing over you. You can’t hear him, but he’s obvious upset when he sees you. Then you see a burst of blood come out of his head and then you feel the heavy weight of his body collapse on top of you before the darkness envelopes your world.
Besides if he claims he can sneak past the National Guard, then who are you to disbelieve him.
“Okay, but you probably should go out the backdoor at least.” You say.
“Yeah, good idea. You’re so thoughtful to look out for my well being. I just wish…things could’ve been different…” Johhny says and starts stumbling back towards the kitchen.
You follow Johnny just to make sure he doesn’t fall or something similar. When you reach the kitchen you’re impressed with how clean it is. You’d never know there was a drunk fool lying on a broken table yesterday.
“How the hell did you get this so clean?” you ask.
“Oh, I’m very (yawn) good at cleaning. Always have been. There’s also some pizza and another drink for you in the fridge. I got an (yawn) extra one yesterday in case you got hungry today. Don’t worry, I made sure nobody touched it.”
“Wow Johnny, that was pretty thoughtful. Thank you.”
“No problem. I just hope someone will be as good to you as you deserve. Goodbye Suzy.” Johnny says and walks out the backdoor.
You walk to the door and peer out the window to see if he’s going to jump the fence, but you see him walk around the house. You hope he isn’t going to try to go through the front gate again and is just going to cut through a neighbor’s yard.
You run back to a couple of other rooms peering out windows, but you don’t see him anymore. You look out one of the front windows and he’s not out there either. He must’ve already made his escape you guess or at least you hope so.
Lacking any other ideas of what to do at this particular time, you grab the pizza and drink from the fridge and head back to your room. You also attempt to call up Donna, Julie and even Peter to see if you can find out more information on their situations, but you get no answer from any of them.
After passing some time on your laptop, you suddenly hear a loud banging on a door.
Not the door to your room, but somewhere in the house. Upon exiting your room, it sounds like its coming from the front door.
You remember that the loudspeaker from earlier did say there was going to be a government representative coming to visit the houses in the neighborhood.
You head to the living room and look through the door window and see a well-dressed man and one soldier at the door.
Since you get the impression the government will most likely just break the door down if you don’t answer the best thing you can do is be polite and accommodating.
You grab the handle…
“Greetings miss. I’m Mr. Zoll and I’ve been assigned to be the government representative for this area. May we come in?” Mr. Zoll asks, though it’s pretty obvious that this is more of a polite formality rather than asking permission.
“Of course.” You answer and let Mr. Zoll and his soldier companion in.
Mr. Zoll sits on the chair while his soldier buddy stands nearby and you sit on the other side of the couch and ask what all this is about.
“My name’s Suzy, so how can we help exactly?” you ask.
“Well, before we start I know this isn’t an ideal situation. You’re probably already concerned about what’s going on and why this town is under marshal law in the first place.” Mr. Zoll answers.
“It is all a bit worrying.” You reply.
“I’m sure. Unfortunately I can’t talk about it too much, however I’m sure you’re aware that this town has experienced a vast increase in criminal activity and rioting. More than your police force can handle. So until we get the situation under control again, we’re here to stay.”
“Well I certainly can understand that. I haven’t experienced any criminal activity in this neighborhood though, well at least not to my knowledge.”
“Hmm, yes this is one of the quieter ones. Some places I’m hearing about are pretty bad. Anyway I’d like to ask a few questions before deciding if we need to search this house further.”
“Oh. Um, okay then. I have nothing to hide.”
“Good glad to… hear it.” Mr. Zoll says.
“So do you own this place?”
“My friend Julie does.”
“Oh? You’re not the owner? Where is this Julie?”
“Uh, don’t know. She skipped out on her own party yesterday and never came back home. She’s a bit of a free spirit.”
“Hmmm…” Mr. Zoll says and begins to write something down.
“Why are you writing? Did I say something wrong? I mean not that I meant to say anything is wrong, that is. Everything is just fine! Ha ha.”
Mr. Zoll’s staring and questioning makes you nervous and now Mr. Zoll is looking at you a bit mistrustfully. He thinks something is wrong and now that you’re shifting a bit uncomfortably, he starts to think you’re covering up something even though you aren’t!
“Okay, you know what. I think it’ll be easier to just give a brief search of the house.” Mr. Zoll says standing up to say.
“Um, all right then. I have nothing to hide as I said.” You say.
Mr. Zoll tells his man to go take a quick look through all the rooms while the two of you stay in the living room. The soldier nods and follows his orders. He first goes upstairs and looks through. You half expect him to find a stash of drugs in Julie or Donna’s room, but he either doesn’t or that isn’t their primary concern.
Next the soldier comes back downstairs and searches the ground floor, but once again finds nothing that is going to get you into trouble.
“Searched everywhere sir, well except the basement.” The soldier says when he comes back.
“Well you might as well search that too.” Mr. Zoll remarks.
The soldier nods and heads back towards the hallway. You hear the door open to the basement and then a few footsteps going down and then nothing.
You and Mr. Zoll sit in silence for a while. You don’t say anything, in fact you don’t even look in his direction for fear of giving Mr. Zoll an excuse to do something else which might not be as pleasant as a simple search.
“Where the hell is he…shouldn’t be taking this long… Jacobs! Jacobs! Did you find anything?! Because if not, we’ve got other houses to go to!” Mr. Zoll shouts.
There is no answer. Mr. Zoll calls again and still nothing. Mr. Zoll looks at you as if it’s your fault.
“Is there someone down there?” Mr. Zoll asks.
“What? No! I mean isn’t your man Jacobs the only one down there?” you say nervously.
“That’s what I’m asking you…let’s go find out shall we?” Mr. Zoll says and then turns your nervousness into flat out fear by suddenly pulling out a pistol from his suit pocket.
You put up your hands and attempt to say you have no idea what’s going on, but Mr. Zoll won’t hear it, he’s convinced you’re hiding someone in the basement and you’re going first down there. He also tells you to be completely quiet and not make any fuss or else he’s just going to shoot you on the spot and have a squad come in and burn this place to the ground.
Meekly you comply and you head towards the basement with Mr. Zoll pointing his gun at you from behind.
You reach the bottom of the stairs and you notice blood on the floor nearby and then suddenly a knife is plunged into your throat from an arm around the corner.
You fall to the floor in what almost feels like slow motion as you gurgle your last words and breathe your last breaths.
With your last vision from the cold basement floor, you think you see Johnny standing over you. You can’t hear him, but he’s obvious upset when he sees you. Then you see a burst of blood come out of his head and then you feel the heavy weight of his body collapse on top of you before the darkness envelopes your world.
