Suzy’s Strange Saga
Running or rather planning to run didn’t work before so you’re not even going to entertain the idea now.
“Donna, get the fuck back here! You might be about to outrun cops, but you can’t outrun a bullet!” you shout crawling backwards towards the bathroom.
“Suzy, you need to stop being so scared all the damn time! NOT running before is why you had to suffer through what you did last time! If you’re smart, you’ll come with me!”
“Donna, I’m telling you, it’s going to be bad if you go out there!”
“It’s gonna be bad if we stay…AAAH!”
You’re already inside the bathroom when you hear Donna scream, at first you think she got shot, but it’s something equally as bad.
The moment she was opening the front door, so was a soldier, trying to look for respite from the shooting. You peak around the corner and see him barge in and pick Donna up by the hair.
“Get up! Get up you fucking trailer bitch!” you hear the soldier shout.
Donna whimpers and begs to be let go. You think you hear a slap followed by another. You slink back into bathroom as panic wells up inside you.
“Fucking trash, you got a weapon on ya? Where the fuck is your boyfriend? He in the back waiting to ambush me? Well fuck that! Come on out you goddamn redneck! Got your bitch here or is it also your sister? Fuckin’ inbreds!”
You hear Donna continue to plead and exclaim she lives alone and that she has no weapons of any kind. The guardsmen doesn’t sound completely convinced and you hear him pushing Donna and exclaiming for her to head towards the bedroom swearing the whole time about his shitty assignment, you know its only a matter of time before he discovers that you’re here.
You hastily look around the bathroom, but there isn’t much here in the way of weapons except a can of your sister’s hairspray. Maybe you can blind him, though you’d need to time it just right.
Taking a deep breath, you get near the entryway of the door prepare the can…
Your sister passes by and sees you out the corner of her eye, but makes no indication that she’s seen you.
“Just keep going. If there really is nobody in the bedroom, then we’re just going to hide out in the back for a while and then…ARGH! SHIT!” the soldier exclaims as you unload the hairspray in his eyes as he starts to pass the bathroom entrance.
Fortunately he drops his rifle in the process of his sudden blindness, which you quickly snatch up. Donna is still scrambling to get up and get out of the way, meanwhile the blind soldier is backing up trying to fish his pistol out of his holster.
“Fucking…shit…I’m gonna kill all of you inbred trash! I’m…”
You don’t wait around for him to possibly carry out his threats; you don’t think about it, you just shoot. The rifle kicks a bit and you hurt yourself in the process, but your assailant with several new holes in him is in even worse condition. He drops his pistol and slumps backwards in a bloody heap.
For a moment you just stand there in disbelief on what you’ve done. You just killed a man. Even if it was life and death, you still killed someone.
“Suzy! Get down, they’re still shooting out there!” Donna shouts from the bedroom entrance.
You get down on the floor still clutching on to your killing tool and crawl to the bedroom. You feel a bit weird, but not sick.
You and your sister hide behind her bed, huddled close to each other as the shooting and general mayhem out there continues for what seems like a very long time, but in reality it’s only about fifteen-twenty minutes.
As the gunshots die down, you can hear the victory hooting and hollering outside which is then followed by more gunshots probably fired in victory.
For a moment you and your sister stay down for a little while longer, but eventually the pair of you get up. You just sit on the edge of the bed trying to wrap your head around everything that just happened.
Donna on the other hand peeks out one of the windows.
“Well, I guess our side won.” Donna says.
“Not sure if that’s going to be a good thing in the long run.” You say.
Donna doesn’t pay much attention to your statement, but instead heads to the main room of the trailer. After a few moments, you gather your strength and follow her.
She looks at the dead soldier on the floor and you do as well.
“Well, I guess it’s true what they say, you never know if you can kill someone or not until you have to.” Donna remarks.
“Or want to.” You add.
“Well anyway I’m glad you did. Shit, that was fucking intense. The weird thing is how well worked together in the situation I mean I lured him to the back and you ambushed him.”
“Yeah, well I suppose we already had several run-throughs of dealing with hostile assholes this week. We were bound to get it right eventually.” You remark.
“Heh, I suppose so…well no point in letting this asshole stink up the place, let’s drag him outside.”
Donna gets his legs and you get his upper body and drag the soldier out of the trailer. As you do so, you notice his rank is that of a high-ranking NCO. You wonder if he was the one in charge of this detachment.
When you get him outside, Tina is just walking up with a scruffy looking man wearing a cap and clothing that doesn’t look like its been washed in days. He carries a shotgun over his shoulder.
“Well fuck Donna. Did you actually kill one of those fuckers?” Tina asks.
“Not me, my sister did. This asshole barged into our trailer and Suzy shot his ass.”
Tina looks a little impressed.
“Is that so? Well maybe I misjudged you blondie. Maybe you’re not the innocent wallflower I thought you were.”
“I didn’t take any pleasure in it, if that’s what you’re implying.” You say defensively.
“Of course you didn’t. You saw a threat to your family and home and you took care of business. It’s what any right thinking American SHOULD do when the fucking government tries to impose its will on folks. They tried to do it here, well they didn’t fucking succeed. We showed them that, but I reckon there’s gonna be a lot more trouble comin’. Believe it.” The man suddenly says.
“Who are you?” you ask almost in an accusing tone.
Mel doesn’t really look offended, but Tina speaks up before he can.
“This is Mel, my…significant other.” Tina says.
“Significant other? What the fuck are we fucking faggots? Life partners and all that shit? Just say I’m your goddamn boyfriend. Shit, I’m practically your husband with as long as we’ve been together.”
“I hesitated to call you my boyfriend because I don’t know where we exactly stand right now and until you buy me a fucking ring and propose, you’re definitely NOT my husband!”
“Pftt, I told ya, I see no reason for a piece of paper handed out by some bean counter to tell me how I feel about ya, let alone some piece of jewelry. Besides, we fight all the fucking time and always get back together, so stop bein’ a fuckin’ drama queen.”
At this point Tina and Mel start to argue and not wishing to get in the middle of it, you and Donna start to walk back to your trailer. When you get inside Donna starts finding bags and begins putting away clothes.
“What are you doing?” you ask.
“What’s it look like? I’m packing up my shit and getting ready to get the hell outta here. It’s apparent that you were right again, about this place. It’s not safe here.” Donna says.
“At this point, I don’t think its too safe anywhere. At least the immediate threat here has been eliminated.” You say.
Donna stops packing.
“Wait a minute. Are you serious? This can’t be happening. I mean YOU of all people. Are you seriously considering staying here?”
“I don’t know. I mean would I like there to be a better option? Yes! But what options do we really have Donna? We don’t even have a fucking car to leave in and I doubt very seriously anyone is going to let us borrow a vehicle now. We’re going to be on foot, heading to god knows where. I mean WHERE are we going to go? Back to town? With all the bullshit going on there? Into that wilderness where we can slowly starve to death due to our lack of survival knowledge? Further down the road where we’ll run into who knows what? I mean everything seems so chaotic right now and I want at least a stable chance of survival. Your plan has always been to run and so far it hasn’t worked out very well either for me or you. Maybe we need to dig our heels in and tough it out if only for a bit.”
Donna sits down on the couch processing your words. She probably can’t believe you’re even thinking this way, and to be honest you can’t either. Maybe killing another human changed something within you and you’re not willing to just sit around and be a victim anymore. You’re going to DO something to improve your situation. Anything.
“Okay, I get what you’re saying. And yeah you’re right that it’s going to suck walking to wherever our unknown destination is going to be and we don’t know where we would go, but I’m just saying it HAS to be safer than staying here. I mean if we do stick around, what if the government sends another group of soldiers here? It’s going to look mighty suspicious that the last group they sent isn’t here and will probably be really bad for us. If we leave, we can at least distance ourselves from this mess. I dunno, I mean at this point I’ll stick with you no matter what you decide, I just think we oughta get the fuck outta here.” Donna advises.
“Donna, get the fuck back here! You might be about to outrun cops, but you can’t outrun a bullet!” you shout crawling backwards towards the bathroom.
“Suzy, you need to stop being so scared all the damn time! NOT running before is why you had to suffer through what you did last time! If you’re smart, you’ll come with me!”
“Donna, I’m telling you, it’s going to be bad if you go out there!”
“It’s gonna be bad if we stay…AAAH!”
You’re already inside the bathroom when you hear Donna scream, at first you think she got shot, but it’s something equally as bad.
The moment she was opening the front door, so was a soldier, trying to look for respite from the shooting. You peak around the corner and see him barge in and pick Donna up by the hair.
“Get up! Get up you fucking trailer bitch!” you hear the soldier shout.
Donna whimpers and begs to be let go. You think you hear a slap followed by another. You slink back into bathroom as panic wells up inside you.
“Fucking trash, you got a weapon on ya? Where the fuck is your boyfriend? He in the back waiting to ambush me? Well fuck that! Come on out you goddamn redneck! Got your bitch here or is it also your sister? Fuckin’ inbreds!”
You hear Donna continue to plead and exclaim she lives alone and that she has no weapons of any kind. The guardsmen doesn’t sound completely convinced and you hear him pushing Donna and exclaiming for her to head towards the bedroom swearing the whole time about his shitty assignment, you know its only a matter of time before he discovers that you’re here.
You hastily look around the bathroom, but there isn’t much here in the way of weapons except a can of your sister’s hairspray. Maybe you can blind him, though you’d need to time it just right.
Taking a deep breath, you get near the entryway of the door prepare the can…
Your sister passes by and sees you out the corner of her eye, but makes no indication that she’s seen you.
“Just keep going. If there really is nobody in the bedroom, then we’re just going to hide out in the back for a while and then…ARGH! SHIT!” the soldier exclaims as you unload the hairspray in his eyes as he starts to pass the bathroom entrance.
Fortunately he drops his rifle in the process of his sudden blindness, which you quickly snatch up. Donna is still scrambling to get up and get out of the way, meanwhile the blind soldier is backing up trying to fish his pistol out of his holster.
“Fucking…shit…I’m gonna kill all of you inbred trash! I’m…”
You don’t wait around for him to possibly carry out his threats; you don’t think about it, you just shoot. The rifle kicks a bit and you hurt yourself in the process, but your assailant with several new holes in him is in even worse condition. He drops his pistol and slumps backwards in a bloody heap.
For a moment you just stand there in disbelief on what you’ve done. You just killed a man. Even if it was life and death, you still killed someone.
“Suzy! Get down, they’re still shooting out there!” Donna shouts from the bedroom entrance.
You get down on the floor still clutching on to your killing tool and crawl to the bedroom. You feel a bit weird, but not sick.
You and your sister hide behind her bed, huddled close to each other as the shooting and general mayhem out there continues for what seems like a very long time, but in reality it’s only about fifteen-twenty minutes.
As the gunshots die down, you can hear the victory hooting and hollering outside which is then followed by more gunshots probably fired in victory.
For a moment you and your sister stay down for a little while longer, but eventually the pair of you get up. You just sit on the edge of the bed trying to wrap your head around everything that just happened.
Donna on the other hand peeks out one of the windows.
“Well, I guess our side won.” Donna says.
“Not sure if that’s going to be a good thing in the long run.” You say.
Donna doesn’t pay much attention to your statement, but instead heads to the main room of the trailer. After a few moments, you gather your strength and follow her.
She looks at the dead soldier on the floor and you do as well.
“Well, I guess it’s true what they say, you never know if you can kill someone or not until you have to.” Donna remarks.
“Or want to.” You add.
“Well anyway I’m glad you did. Shit, that was fucking intense. The weird thing is how well worked together in the situation I mean I lured him to the back and you ambushed him.”
“Yeah, well I suppose we already had several run-throughs of dealing with hostile assholes this week. We were bound to get it right eventually.” You remark.
“Heh, I suppose so…well no point in letting this asshole stink up the place, let’s drag him outside.”
Donna gets his legs and you get his upper body and drag the soldier out of the trailer. As you do so, you notice his rank is that of a high-ranking NCO. You wonder if he was the one in charge of this detachment.
When you get him outside, Tina is just walking up with a scruffy looking man wearing a cap and clothing that doesn’t look like its been washed in days. He carries a shotgun over his shoulder.
“Well fuck Donna. Did you actually kill one of those fuckers?” Tina asks.
“Not me, my sister did. This asshole barged into our trailer and Suzy shot his ass.”
Tina looks a little impressed.
“Is that so? Well maybe I misjudged you blondie. Maybe you’re not the innocent wallflower I thought you were.”
“I didn’t take any pleasure in it, if that’s what you’re implying.” You say defensively.
“Of course you didn’t. You saw a threat to your family and home and you took care of business. It’s what any right thinking American SHOULD do when the fucking government tries to impose its will on folks. They tried to do it here, well they didn’t fucking succeed. We showed them that, but I reckon there’s gonna be a lot more trouble comin’. Believe it.” The man suddenly says.
“Who are you?” you ask almost in an accusing tone.
Mel doesn’t really look offended, but Tina speaks up before he can.
“This is Mel, my…significant other.” Tina says.
“Significant other? What the fuck are we fucking faggots? Life partners and all that shit? Just say I’m your goddamn boyfriend. Shit, I’m practically your husband with as long as we’ve been together.”
“I hesitated to call you my boyfriend because I don’t know where we exactly stand right now and until you buy me a fucking ring and propose, you’re definitely NOT my husband!”
“Pftt, I told ya, I see no reason for a piece of paper handed out by some bean counter to tell me how I feel about ya, let alone some piece of jewelry. Besides, we fight all the fucking time and always get back together, so stop bein’ a fuckin’ drama queen.”
At this point Tina and Mel start to argue and not wishing to get in the middle of it, you and Donna start to walk back to your trailer. When you get inside Donna starts finding bags and begins putting away clothes.
“What are you doing?” you ask.
“What’s it look like? I’m packing up my shit and getting ready to get the hell outta here. It’s apparent that you were right again, about this place. It’s not safe here.” Donna says.
“At this point, I don’t think its too safe anywhere. At least the immediate threat here has been eliminated.” You say.
Donna stops packing.
“Wait a minute. Are you serious? This can’t be happening. I mean YOU of all people. Are you seriously considering staying here?”
“I don’t know. I mean would I like there to be a better option? Yes! But what options do we really have Donna? We don’t even have a fucking car to leave in and I doubt very seriously anyone is going to let us borrow a vehicle now. We’re going to be on foot, heading to god knows where. I mean WHERE are we going to go? Back to town? With all the bullshit going on there? Into that wilderness where we can slowly starve to death due to our lack of survival knowledge? Further down the road where we’ll run into who knows what? I mean everything seems so chaotic right now and I want at least a stable chance of survival. Your plan has always been to run and so far it hasn’t worked out very well either for me or you. Maybe we need to dig our heels in and tough it out if only for a bit.”
Donna sits down on the couch processing your words. She probably can’t believe you’re even thinking this way, and to be honest you can’t either. Maybe killing another human changed something within you and you’re not willing to just sit around and be a victim anymore. You’re going to DO something to improve your situation. Anything.
“Okay, I get what you’re saying. And yeah you’re right that it’s going to suck walking to wherever our unknown destination is going to be and we don’t know where we would go, but I’m just saying it HAS to be safer than staying here. I mean if we do stick around, what if the government sends another group of soldiers here? It’s going to look mighty suspicious that the last group they sent isn’t here and will probably be really bad for us. If we leave, we can at least distance ourselves from this mess. I dunno, I mean at this point I’ll stick with you no matter what you decide, I just think we oughta get the fuck outta here.” Donna advises.