Suzy’s Strange Saga
You’re likely going to get shot or worse if you try to steal the keys or the truck. There are too many rednecks around and they’re probably better with their weapons than you are. It’ll be much easier to just sneak away. At best they might call out and search for you, but eventually Mel or their own common sense will tell them that you aren’t worth risking their lives sticking around for.
Your group goes into the grocery store, which must still have on some sort of emergency lighting where upon everyone begins to carefully search the place. While there has been some looting and even signs of fighting that went on here, the place is in better shape than anyone thought.
You grab one of the hand baskets and gradually start distancing yourself from the rest. You start loading up on some nearby cans, which you aren’t really paying much attention to since you’re more focused on what the other members of your group are doing.
When you see that you’re far enough away from them and they seem preoccupied with other things, you take the opportunity to head back outside. Still making the effort to not look suspicious just in case, you put the handbasket into the bed of the pick up truck and then when you’re sure nobody is watching that’s when you run.
You run from the grocery store and don’t even look back. You half expect to hear some shouting telling you to stop, but you don’t hear any.
When you get far enough away you keep a quick pace, but slow down a bit since you’re losing you’re breath. You’re really going to have to get used to exercising on a regular basis to boost the endurance you think.
The one thing that sticks out as you’re walking through your neighborhood is how eerily quiet it is. You still see signs of destruction and even dead bodies, but you’re not seeing a living soul. On one hand it’s great that you aren’t being assaulted by cannibal freaks, but on the other hand it makes you wonder what the hell happened in your neighborhood to result in it being such a ghost area. At this point you’re worried that maybe somebody hidden is watching you.
Despite all your concerns, nothing attacks or otherwise hinders you by the time you get home. You’re anxious to get in as well. You know it’s only going to be a temporary respite, but at least you’ll get a bit of peace while you ponder what to do next. Maybe you can look for that hidden shelter your brother built in the backyard.
As your tired feet hit heavily on each front step, you briefly wonder if either of your siblings are home. Peter’s car isn’t in the driveway, but then you did leave it at Julie’s. If he’s still here, you suppose you’ll have to explain what happened on that front. Kelly’s vehicle isn’t here either, so maybe your home has been abandoned.
The front door of course is predictably locked, but fortunately you still have your key to it in one of your pockets. It’s amazing how you instinctively put it in there despite you not really ever expecting to come back here.
You open the front door and find that your home has not been abandoned, you also see your sister Kelly standing front of you holding a shotgun.
“I heard you clomping out there on the steps. Figured you might be one of those psychos or something. Didn’t expect to see you though. While I’m a little impressed that you obviously managed to survive this fucking chaos, you never should’ve come back here sis. I told you before this is MY house.” Kelly says.
Your eyes widen as she aims the shotgun at you.
“Kelly, I’ll just…go…okay?” you say holding your hands up and start to back up.
“Now Suzy…what sort of big sister would I be if I let you stay out there to potentially get raped, killed or eaten? You underestimate my mercy.” Kelly says with a smile and that’s when you know this is going to end badly for you.
You attempt to go for your pistol, but Kelly already has the advantage.
Kelly fires and a slug hit your chest, shattering bones and vital internal organs like your heart. Your lifeless body flies backwards off the porch and onto the concrete walkway.
Your group goes into the grocery store, which must still have on some sort of emergency lighting where upon everyone begins to carefully search the place. While there has been some looting and even signs of fighting that went on here, the place is in better shape than anyone thought.
You grab one of the hand baskets and gradually start distancing yourself from the rest. You start loading up on some nearby cans, which you aren’t really paying much attention to since you’re more focused on what the other members of your group are doing.
When you see that you’re far enough away from them and they seem preoccupied with other things, you take the opportunity to head back outside. Still making the effort to not look suspicious just in case, you put the handbasket into the bed of the pick up truck and then when you’re sure nobody is watching that’s when you run.
You run from the grocery store and don’t even look back. You half expect to hear some shouting telling you to stop, but you don’t hear any.
When you get far enough away you keep a quick pace, but slow down a bit since you’re losing you’re breath. You’re really going to have to get used to exercising on a regular basis to boost the endurance you think.
The one thing that sticks out as you’re walking through your neighborhood is how eerily quiet it is. You still see signs of destruction and even dead bodies, but you’re not seeing a living soul. On one hand it’s great that you aren’t being assaulted by cannibal freaks, but on the other hand it makes you wonder what the hell happened in your neighborhood to result in it being such a ghost area. At this point you’re worried that maybe somebody hidden is watching you.
Despite all your concerns, nothing attacks or otherwise hinders you by the time you get home. You’re anxious to get in as well. You know it’s only going to be a temporary respite, but at least you’ll get a bit of peace while you ponder what to do next. Maybe you can look for that hidden shelter your brother built in the backyard.
As your tired feet hit heavily on each front step, you briefly wonder if either of your siblings are home. Peter’s car isn’t in the driveway, but then you did leave it at Julie’s. If he’s still here, you suppose you’ll have to explain what happened on that front. Kelly’s vehicle isn’t here either, so maybe your home has been abandoned.
The front door of course is predictably locked, but fortunately you still have your key to it in one of your pockets. It’s amazing how you instinctively put it in there despite you not really ever expecting to come back here.
You open the front door and find that your home has not been abandoned, you also see your sister Kelly standing front of you holding a shotgun.
“I heard you clomping out there on the steps. Figured you might be one of those psychos or something. Didn’t expect to see you though. While I’m a little impressed that you obviously managed to survive this fucking chaos, you never should’ve come back here sis. I told you before this is MY house.” Kelly says.
Your eyes widen as she aims the shotgun at you.
“Kelly, I’ll just…go…okay?” you say holding your hands up and start to back up.
“Now Suzy…what sort of big sister would I be if I let you stay out there to potentially get raped, killed or eaten? You underestimate my mercy.” Kelly says with a smile and that’s when you know this is going to end badly for you.
You attempt to go for your pistol, but Kelly already has the advantage.
Kelly fires and a slug hit your chest, shattering bones and vital internal organs like your heart. Your lifeless body flies backwards off the porch and onto the concrete walkway.
