Suzy’s Strange Saga

“SUZY! WAKE UP! GET UP NOW!” you hear Donna scream followed by her pulling and shaking you.
“Wha…the fuck?!” you utter completely confused. You’re even more confused when Donna grabs the rifle near you and fires it, succeeding in smashing her shoulder due to being unprepared by the kick back and not holding it right in the first place. She cries out an obscenity and drops the rifle.

While you still aren’t completely sure of what’s going on, you do look in the direction that Donna was firing and see what she was firing at.

Several people are loping in your direction snarling and generally making unpleasant sounds. You don’t know who they are or what’s wrong with them, but you follow Donna’s lead and pull your pistol to fire at them.

You aren’t exactly the best shot in the world, but after a couple shots you clearly hit the closest one in the chest, who stops temporarily, but then recovers until you hit him again, at which point he falls. It doesn’t deter any of the others though and they just continue to run at you.

Meanwhile Donna gets off another shot, but misses wildly. Seeing their numbers and knowing you don’t have the skill or the ammo to deal with these obviously insane people, you tell Donna you and her need to run and you don’t need to do it twice.

You and Donna run towards the group of tents still in the distance. You still don’t know if it’s a military encampment or what, but the key thing is it’s in the opposite direction of those things chasing you.

You’re about half way towards your destination and your sister becomes a horror movie cliché by falling behind and then tripping and falling on her face.

“Suzy!” you hear her scream and you turn around to see several of those things almost on her.

You run back and shoot a couple of them, but by the time you grab her hand to help her up, one of them manages to grab her and bite her shoulder.

Donna screams pierce your ears and you blast the thing in the head splattering its blood on you and Donna. The two that you shot (but failed to obviously kill) at this point have recovered and are already attacking you and Donna.

You’re tackled to the ground and you just barely manage to keep the thing from biting you by putting your forearm against its throat as it desperately tries to bite your face off. You get a good look at the thing at this range, while its dirty, crazed and making the animalistic growling noises, it looks completely human. Rabies perhaps?

In any case you manage to get your pistol arm free of the thing’s grip and bring your weapon to its temple and blow its brains out. It slumps on top of you and you’re quick to get out from under it.

Meanwhile, Donna is on the ground again screaming for you to help her and her assailant chewing on her leg. You wonder helping Donna’s even an option at this point. Donna’s badly wounded and there are still several of those things coming at you, not counting the one currently munching on Donna’s leg.

You don’t know what these things are except they look like dirty rabid humans. And maybe that’s all they are, but if there’s anything you’ve learned from situations like this is those same clichéd horror movies is when someone is bitten…

Donna’s eyes widen as soon as she realizes that you’re aiming at her. You don’t give her time to do anything else before you pull the trigger.

Having done the grim task of putting your sister out of her misery, you run back towards the tents though you’re in a bit of a daze at this point.

The noise you and those things have caused, start bringing out the occupants of the tents, or at least whoever is using them. You see a few figures with rifles, possibly in uniforms. It’s apparent that they’ve caught sight of you and your pursuers and are yelling something at you, but again your brain has partially “shut down” after killing your sister so you’re stilling running towards them, ignoring the fact that they’re ready to open fire. It wouldn’t matter anyway, since it isn’t like you can run backwards with those things chasing you.

Bullets whiz in your direction missing you; at first maybe they AREN’T actually aiming at you and are aiming at the creatures chasing you. Maybe your luck is changing.

But then you catch one in the head. You don’t even feel it. You just drop like a sack. The military wasn’t taking any chances.