Suzy’s Strange Saga

The future…

“Give it up Blondie, you got nowhere to go and you’re surrounded! Come out peacefully.” Justice shouts from outside.

“Justice” Why do these bounty hunters always have such silly names?

“Yeah I come out and then you lot take turns bending me over and horse fucking me before you just shoot me in the head anyway? Don’t fucking think so.” You shout back from the abandoned house you’re taking cover in

“Don’t nobody here wanna fuck your sandy STD ridden wasteland pussy bitch!” you hear someone shout.
“Holy shit is that Mary Liberty out there? How’s your husband doing? Oh right, he’s a charred corpse. Guess I saved you the trouble of a cremation…”

Your taunt is interrupted by machine gunfire causing you to take cover.

“Mary, stop it! You’re just wastin’ ammo!” you hear another voice shout.
“I hear Bounty Bill out there too. I gotta say I’m really touched that you came all the way out from the Iron Union just for me. Guess those teeth marks on your dick really left a lasting impression.” You laugh remembering how you got away from him last time.
“Keep laughing Blondie. I’ll soon have more fond memories of you when that pretty golden mane of yours is detached from your scalp and is hanging up on my wall.” Bill replies.

“Alright enough! This isn’t about personal vendettas! This is a Ground Zero job and we’re going to act like fucking professionals. Now Blondie, I counted how many shots you fired and you got exactly ONE left. You can’t win this and you’re not getting away. If you come out peacefully however I can assure you that you will not be harmed and you will get a fair trial.”
“Fair trial before a GZ Board? You must be huffing gasoline if you actually believe that. They’re more likely going to throw me in a cell and perform whatever fucked up experiments they do on me like they do with anyone that pisses them off. You’re working for the most amoral entity in the wasteland Mr. Justice. Your name has never been more hypocritical.” You shout back
“Yeah, yeah, look this is your last chance Blondie. You coming out or not?”

You look at your pistol and stand up near the window yet still remaining in cover.

“One bullet is all I need. Come and get my body bitches.” You yell, fire your pistol in the air and then fall backwards so they can see your body fall in the view of the window.

“Goddamn it, she offed herself.” Someone shouts.
“Move it, but remain alert! It could be a trick!” Justice shouts.

Well at least Justice is still thinking a bit, but he’s still severely underestimating you if he thinks he’s got you trapped. You wouldn’t have run in here had you not had a plan. This isn’t just some random abandoned house, it’s one of the many places you store supplies. Some of which are fully loaded weapons.

Several bounty hunters cautiously enter the front entrance of the house, but it doesn’t do them any good when you cut down most of them with an assault rifle before they can take cover.

Hearing more pour in from the back, you throw a smoke grenade to cover yourself and retreat elsewhere into the house where you have a trapdoor that leads under the house.

“Goddamn fucking smoke. Can’t see shit!” someone shouts.
“Fuck this, burn it all down.” Another says and you hear footsteps starting to exit the house from above you.

Meanwhile you continue to crawl under the house, eventually making your way under the backsteps. There you see in the area is Bounty Bill and a few other hunters.

“Shit, she’s right there!” Bounty Bill shouts before you riddle him and his buddies with bullets. Doesn’t take long before more hunters run around from the front to the back to flank you.

You barely manage to escape unscathed, but fortunately luck is still with you this day. You notice the house is starting to emanate black smoke from the front and the distinct smell of fire is now in the air. You also hear a vehicle revving up.

You pick up a couple of the pistols off the dead and cautiously head around the front of the house. You get there just in time to see Justice driving away like a little bitch. However, revenge is still very much here and Mary Liberty opens fire. You feel a painful sensation of a bullet going into your left leg.

“Fuck!” you exclaim and dive for cover and crawl behind one of many now abandoned vehicles.

“You’re a dead bitch Blondie! You hear me!?!” Mary shouts while spraying your cover with bullets.

You and Mary have an old fashioned run and duck shoot out for several minutes, however unlike what happens in old movies, it does not ultimately result in some physical catfight with lesbian undertones where upon you proceed to rip each other’s clothes off.

You just manage to get lucky again and shoot Mary in her right tit causing her to go down with the utterance of swears coming from her mouth.

You limp over to where she fell and see she’s still trying to grab her pistol that she dropped. You shoot her in the hand blowing off a few of her fingers and causing her hand to recoil and she screams in pain. You pick up the pistol and train your own weapon on her. Already having a hard time breathing from the hole in her chest, she clutches her bloody hand with the other. The look in her eyes display a hatred you’ve seen many times before.

“I…I …I’ll see you in hell Blondie.” She utters, spitting blood.
“Probably.” You say and then end Mary’s life with a shot to her dome.

With all your enemies dead you sit on the trunk of a nearby car and watch your stash house burn down while you ponder what to do next.

The bullet wound in your leg will have to be seen to, so you’ll have to make a run to another location where you’ve stashed some medical supplies. The bullet went through so at least you don’t need to worry about digging something out. You’re just glad she wasn’t using hollow points and tie off your leg with your over shirt.

In any case, you’re sure Justice will be back to chasing you around when he manages to scrounge up some more mooks. Honestly you’d like to catch a break where you don’t feel like you have to look over your shoulder every other day, but this is the path you chose and as they say there ain’t no rest for the wicked.

Didn’t start out that way though you think. You honestly were just trying to survive, just like you continue to do today…but you suppose you really did start having a bit too much fun in doing what you did and still do. You wonder if it’s genetic. Your uncle was a serial killer after all.

In any case you’re a far cry from being the “good girl” that once hid in the basement.

All this self-reflection does give you an idea for your next destination after you patch up your leg.

Home.

It’s been years since you’ve been anywhere near there. You’ve deliberately avoided it for several reasons, but you figure since you seemingly have more and more places where you’re wanted dead nowadays you figure hiding out back in the old hometown might be worthwhile or at least interesting.

You loot Mary’s body for her vehicle’s keys and leave the dead and burning behind you. As you drive you wonder who is in charge of the town, is it still in shambles infested with those freaks (Though you haven’t seen any of those in years now), did someone actually rebuild it, and is that redneck community still around?

“Well doesn’t matter who’s there or in charge, but they all better hide in THEIR basements, because Suzy’s coming back home.” You say to yourself.