Suzy’s Strange Saga

“…act now and spend your life in the comfort of…”

“Oh shut the hell up…I already know the world is going to hell in a hand basket.” You hear Donna say while she turns off the TV as you groggily wake up from the couch.

“What time is it?” you ask.
“It’s past noon that’s for sure. Still a few hours to go before we have to get ready to leave.”
“Oh. How long you been awake?”
“Hm, not long. The shower’s all yours though, I’ve already used it.”

You sit up still getting used to your new surroundings

“Hm, you were right, it really isn’t what I thought it was going to be. I was expecting to hear the sounds of drunken hillbillies arguing and shooting off guns when I woke up. It’s actually pretty quiet.” You say gathering so clean clothes.
“Heh, well I can’t say that probably won’t happen around the holidays, but like I said, I think you’ll find that even the trashiest of people aren’t acting like stereotypes all the time.” Donna replies.

You nod and head off to take a shower. While you wash up, you try to mentally prepare yourself for your trip to the police station today. Part of that involves relaxing yourself and relieving yourself of tension in the usual way that hasn’t failed you yet…

A few minutes later…

“SUZY! SUZY! GET DRESSED WE GOT A FUCKING SITUATION OUT HERE!” you suddenly hear Donna say as she beats on the bathroom door.

As startling as that is, what you hear next is even more so due to a loud bullhorn.

“THIS IS THE NATIONAL GUARD. THIS AREA IS NOW UNDER MARTIAL LAW! ALL INHABITANTS WILL EXIT THEIR TRAILERS AND AMASS IN THE CENTER FOR OBSERVATION! ANYONE ATTEMPTING TO RUN OR RESISTING WILL BE SHOT!”

So much for putting your mind at ease.

“Alright! Alright! I hear what’s going on! I’m getting out!” you shout.
“Hurry!” Donna says.

You stop your shower, grab your clean clothes and start getting dressed as quickly as possible.

Tina is looking out one of the windows when you exit the bathroom.

“There are a couple of military trucks with a bunch of guardsmen out there. I don’t know what’s going on, but this is really bad. Shit. This has gotta have something to do with what’s been going on in town.” Donna says.
“They want us to go out there too.” You say not being enthusiastic about that idea.
“Yeah, fuck that. It’s probably just so they can kill us easier if we’re all huddled up in a group or worse, maybe they want to round us up in those trucks for some sinister purpose.”

Odd that Donna always thought your older brother was a kook for talking like that on regular basis, but she sounds more like him than ever right now. To be fair though, this is all pretty strange and you’re not exactly trusting of the situation yourself.

“Well what are other people doing?”
“Some are coming out and some are staying in. In fact more are staying in than coming out, but that’s hardly surprising. The folks around here aren’t exactly fond of the government.”

“EVERYONE OUT OF THEIR TRAILERS NOW! THIS IS NOT A CHOICE, IT’S A FUCKING ORDER!”

You and Donna look at each other.

“This isn’t going to end well. Maybe we should run.” Donna suggests and you nearly laugh.
“Yeah, because the plan to run worked SO well for me last time!” you say.
“Okay this is different, we really would be running off together. Come on, do you really think those soldiers out there are any better than those cops that pulled us over? In fact they sound worse!”
“Well you got a point there, (sigh) okay so what’s the plan? We just step out the trailer and run? They already said they’re going to open fire on anyone who does that.” You say.
“Yeah, but we’re lucky since we have a trailer at the end of the park. We could probably make a run for it and hide in the wilderness behind the park.”
“That simple huh? How long are we supposed to hide out there? I don’t know how to survive in the wild and unless you been secretly reading up such things, I don’t think you do either.”
“Well I don’t fucking know! I’m just trying to come up with suggestions here! Fuck Suzy, I’m trying to help YOU out as usual.”
“Thanks. Thanks for that Donna. Real helpful right now.”

“EVERYONE EXIT THEIR TRAILERS RIGHT FUCKING NOW! THIS IS YOUR LAST FUCKING WARNING OR WE WILL OPEN FIRE AND THESE RUN DOWN PIECES OF SHIT WILL BE YOUR GODDAMN COFFINS!”

You look out the window briefly and see the few people that have exited their trailers are being shoved roughly in the center of the park. Some of the guardsmen stand nearby pointing their rifles at them, but nothing more yet.

A few more of the guardsmen are starting to spread out and move about the park. It looks like they’re preparing for combat.

And then suddenly you see one of the locals kick their door open and yell something at the top of their lungs while blasting one of the soldiers with a shotgun before getting riddled with bullets.

Then all hell breaks loose.

“Get down!” you shout and you and Donna are both getting as low as you can on the floor. Gunfire, shouting and screaming is all you can hear and you’re praying that a stray doesn’t go through the wall and hit you.

Donna apparently has the same idea.

“Suzy, we gotta get the fuck outta here!”
“Donna we go out that front door and we risk an even bigger chance of getting our asses shot off! We need to just stay low and behind as much shit as possible! Maybe your bedroom or the shower in the bathroom would be…”

A couple of bullets go through the windows overhead and small shards of glass sprinkle to the floor.

“That’s it, I’m not fucking staying here!” Donna yells and starts to crawl to the door of the trailer.