Suzy’s Strange Saga
You can’t trust her. Even if you wanted to, you can’t do it. She’s actually proven to be more dangerous than Diana could hope to be, if she’s weaved multiple murder plots against you this week.
You don’t have a choice. You have to kill her. In fact the more you look at how weak and helpless she is right now…
You WANT to kill her.
“Alright, get up Helen, let’s go help Bobby.” You say offering a hand to help her up.
Helen looks up at you and takes your hand trustingly. When she stands up, she starts to look relieved.
And that’s when you back hand her and shove her to the floor.
Helen holds the side of her face and tries to back away.
“No! No! No! You can’t! Please! No! Don’t kill me!” she utters.
“Don’t kill you? I’ll kill you twice you fucking cunt! And trust me, it’s not going to look like an accident!” you say and pounce on top of Helen.
You begin beating Helen like she stole something. Helen pathetically attempts to defend herself, but it predictably doesn’t work. Her pleading for you to stop doesn’t help either. Instead, your hands stop beating her face and then start to wrap around her neck. You want to stop that infernal wailing, the pleading, the crying, everything.
She tries to stop you from choking her, but your grip is firm. Her eyes begin to bulge a bit and she attempts to catch what is little left of her breath.
Then you do something you don’t even expect doing. You start to giggle. You’ve gone beyond anger and are starting to enjoy this. Meanwhile Helen begins to gurgle and gasp what sounds to be words.
“What? What’s that? You trying to speak? You having a little trouble? Here, whisper it to me.” You mock and get slightly closer while still maintaining your grip.
“Bo…Bob..by…he…help…plea…” you hear Helen gasp.
“What? Bobby help you? He can’t help you. He’s not even here.” You sneer.
As Helen’s face turn an unnatural color, you just smile.
“Shhh…shhh…just let go Helen…just let go…you fucking bitch…”
The light in her eyes starts to fade, the life begins to leave her body and her struggle is soon over. She ceases moving.
Ignoring the gunfire and yelling you hear downstairs, you just continue to sit on top of her for a moment staring at her. You stroke her hair.
You’ve finally crossed that line. You know you can kill someone if you have to. Actually you also know you can kill someone if you don’t have to and while you went through a variety of emotions leading to it and during it, now that it’s over, you don’t feel much of anything.
You wonder if your Uncle Ed felt this when he killed someone. Maybe you take after him in some way? Could it be genetic and maybe you have some sort of latent serial killer tendency? Given your family, it isn’t that hard to imagine insanity runs in it.
It sure would explain why you were so comfortable with Bobby in the first place. After all, what rational woman would stay with a man that runs a murderous cult?
But these are all things you can dwell on later; right now you need to help Bobby.
“You know…you did have pretty eyes.” You say with a smirk and stand up.
You open the clothing drawer where Bobby keeps the spare gun he mentioned yesterday, take it and leave the room without even changing your clothes.
And why should you? It’s your wedding day after all.
The events that follow aren’t nearly as interesting as the experience of your first kill. By the time you get to where Bobby and the rest of his family are holding back the invaders, they’ve already killed most of them. You remember shooting a couple of the things, but it wasn’t nearly as exciting as choking the life out of Helen.
Turns out they weren’t zombies anyway. Just seemingly mad humans trying to eat you. You can only guess your town is overrun by them and this is what Aaron was referring to when he said people were eating each other out there.
Some sort of sickness perhaps? Maybe the government was fucking around with a secret weapon like they tend to do and it got out of hand. It would explain why there was a drastic rise in violence even before you left and why the National Guard showed up later.
It isn’t until after all the mad attackers are killed that Bobby manages to address you directly. He’s incredibly tired looking, the rest of his family looks pretty tired too, but he looks like he’s about to collapse.
Bobby asks you if you’re okay and of course you say you’re fine. He then tells the rest of his family to check the rest of the house just to make sure the situation is completely safe. After everyone leaves, he sits down in a nearby chair wiped out from this whole ordeal.
“I think you need to sleep.” You say.
“Can’t. Too much to do. Especially now. Bodies to clean up, walls to patch up, gates and doors to fix. Now we got these…things attacking and who knows if any more will wander this way… there’s just so much to do...” Bobby says trying to fight the exhaustion.
“Let me take care of some of this. You don’t have to do this all by yourself you know.” You say.
“…shit…the wedding. That’s another thing we need to do…I just…had no fucking time to make the preparations…I’m sorry this couldn’t be how it should…” Bobby adds.
“Will you not worry about that? Look, does this wedding really need to be so complicated? Can’t we just get one of your family members to witness it and another to marry us right now so I can at last be your wife properly?” you ask.
“We don’t even need to do that really…I mean I’m the high priest here. All I have to do is say the passage and you accept and we’re married. No need for witnesses, I mean Tiamat’s watching. Who else is needed?”
“What? That’s it? We could’ve done that a long time ago!”
“Well, like I’ve told you before, I just wanted it to be perfect…”
You sit in Bobby’s lap and wrap your arms around him.
“Bobby, just being with you, is enough perfection for me. Besides, isn’t the carnage surrounding us true perfection in the eyes of Tiamat’s chaotic glory or something?” you ask.
Bobby looks around at the nearby mess of broken furniture and the couple bodies laying on the floor and smiles.
“Yes, I suppose you’re right.” He says.
Bobby recites what you guess is a passage from whatever holy book of Tiamat he got it from and when the time comes, you accept your place as his wife.
Then the both of you kiss like you’ve done so many times before, though this time it’s different. You now feel like you belong here.
“Oh. Here. I’ve been carrying this in my pocket the whole day, nearly forgot it was there.” Bobby remarks and hands you a ring with a sizable red diamond in the center and smaller black inlayed around it. It’s definitely beautiful and when you try it on, you find that it fits perfectly.
“Let me guess, this used to be your grandmother’s ring?” you ask.
“Yeah…how did you know?”
“Oh let’s just say the fact that it fits me so well like her wedding dress did was a clue.”
“Yeah, I was meaning to ask about that.” Bobby says rubbing your legs.
“Oh Helen gave me the dress to try on before all the trouble went down. Didn’t really have time to change.”
“(Yawn) Where is Helen anyway? I didn’t see her with you when you arrived, but then I was in the middle of blasting some freak’s head off at the time.”
“Oh she stayed upstairs.” You say.
“Hm, probably looking after the children as usual. She’s really reliable that way, (Yawn) nice girl. That’s why didn’t believe the bullshit Diana was spouting about her when I was cleaning up the dungeon.”
“Oh? What was that?”
Bobby begins to close his eyes, but keeps talking.
“Oh, she was trying to claim Helen set her up and the attempt on your life was all her plan and how she never wanted to kill me at all…(yawn) typical desperation to save her own ass. Pretty laughable that she thought I’d believe it, I mean Helen likes you.”
“Hm…where is Diana now?”
“Oh she’s still in her cage…(yawn).”
“Good. I’m going to go kill her.” You say.
“You, don’t need to you know. You (yawn) don’t need to prove anything. I can do it.”
“No, it’s fine. I’m willing to do it. I mean maybe this isn’t going to be official or how you planned, but I’m part of this family now and I’m going to make the effort to be fully part of it because I love you.”
At this point Bobby smiles at your words and his consciousness fades completely and he’s asleep. You give him another kiss and get up to head to the dungeon.
When you get there you see Diana sitting in her cage with a bored expression. When she sees you, she ceases looking as bored.
“It’s you.” She says and her eyes begin to examine your clothing and then wander over to your finger sporting your new status in the family. She also spies the pistol in your hand.
“I…heard a lot of noise upstairs. Is Bobby okay?”
“Don’t you worry about Bobby. He’s not your concern anymore.”
“So…you’re the new top mama now?”
You don’t answer you just raise your arms presenting yourself to signify that is the case. Her head hangs briefly knowing she’s truly defeated.
“Shit… can you at least tell me if Helen’s dead?”
“Yes, she’s dead.” You answer.
This revelation while not making any impact on Diana’s ultimate fate still brings a brief bit of happiness to her.
“Good…that’s good… okay, no point in dragging this out.” Diana says and stands as close as she can to the bars and you get slightly closer with the pistol drawn.
“Fuck Tiamat and fuck you blondie.” Diana says and then you fire a round into her chest.
Diana falls back wheezing, gasping and clutching at the bloody wound. You move in closer to watch her for the last few minutes she clings to life, but then eventually she follows her sister in death.
And now your “competition” has completely been eliminated.
Leaving Diana in much the same way you left Helen, you go back upstairs and attempt to take charge of some of what needs to be done around the house.
It’s actually easier than you think. Bobby’s family is a little surprised by the fact that you and he got married so spur of the moment, but that’s not a problem and given the recent events, they were less focused on attending a formal wedding anyway. You tell Veronica to go check on the children and to make sure they’re okay, when she seems less than enthused to do it and asks where Helen is, you get in her face and tell her.
“She’s dead.”
“What?! Well shouldn’t we tell Bobby?” Veronica exclaims with the rest of the family looking a little surprised at this revalation.
“Bobby needs his rest and I’m calling the shots while he does so, now just do what the hell I say Veronica. The rest of you help me move these corpses out of here and Bobby’s sleeping in the living room near the kitchen. Let’s try not to wake him.”
Clean up goes relatively fast. Around the house at least since that’s your primary concern. You go for the quick dirty approach of just getting all the dead bodies in one pile outside. You briefly think about burning them, but then you worry that maybe that might attract more attention. You figure Bobby can make that decision tomorrow.
Since you’re not any sort of carpenter or anything similar your solution to patch up any broken windows and the front door is to barricade it with furniture for the night.
Somewhere just after midnight everyone is ready to crash. You take mercy on everyone and tell them to just sleep with a weapon tonight and you’ll take tonight’s watch. You aren’t sure how you’re going to do it with as tired as you are, but fortunately when you check on Bobby you find that he’s just waking up and after a bit of a report, he is pleasantly surprised by what you’ve done.
“Well that’s at least a few things I don’t need to worry about. Probably a good idea on not burning the bodies yet. We can do that tomorrow when everyone is alert in case it does draw attention. Nice job in taking charge.”
“Thanks.” You say with a yawn.
“Why don’t you go upstairs and get some sleep. I’m good now. I can take watch.”
“You sure? You were up longer than I was.”
“Nah, I’m really fine. I don’t usually need much sleep anyway. I just needed the brief recharge. Hey, we’re in this together remember? I’ll take over now.” He says.
You don’t argue you just kiss him goodnight and tell him you love him and to call you if he needs your help.
You head upstairs back to your bedroom feeling sleep creep up on you ever faster.
When you get to your bedroom, you find Helen still lying on the floor where you left her. Besides forgetting to clean up her body, you also forgot to tell Bobby about what happened to her. (You didn’t really tell the rest of his family either, you just said she was dead and they never really asked how she died.)
You look at Helen’s corpse again and then look over at the portrait of Grandma Morningstar with its eyes watching everything as usual.
“Fuck it, he can find out tomorrow. I’m tired and I undoubtedly still have your ghostly mindfuck bullshit to look forward to in dreamland tonight.” You say.
Stepping over Helen’s body, you get into bed and fall asleep.
You don’t have a choice. You have to kill her. In fact the more you look at how weak and helpless she is right now…
You WANT to kill her.
“Alright, get up Helen, let’s go help Bobby.” You say offering a hand to help her up.
Helen looks up at you and takes your hand trustingly. When she stands up, she starts to look relieved.
And that’s when you back hand her and shove her to the floor.
Helen holds the side of her face and tries to back away.
“No! No! No! You can’t! Please! No! Don’t kill me!” she utters.
“Don’t kill you? I’ll kill you twice you fucking cunt! And trust me, it’s not going to look like an accident!” you say and pounce on top of Helen.
You begin beating Helen like she stole something. Helen pathetically attempts to defend herself, but it predictably doesn’t work. Her pleading for you to stop doesn’t help either. Instead, your hands stop beating her face and then start to wrap around her neck. You want to stop that infernal wailing, the pleading, the crying, everything.
She tries to stop you from choking her, but your grip is firm. Her eyes begin to bulge a bit and she attempts to catch what is little left of her breath.
Then you do something you don’t even expect doing. You start to giggle. You’ve gone beyond anger and are starting to enjoy this. Meanwhile Helen begins to gurgle and gasp what sounds to be words.
“What? What’s that? You trying to speak? You having a little trouble? Here, whisper it to me.” You mock and get slightly closer while still maintaining your grip.
“Bo…Bob..by…he…help…plea…” you hear Helen gasp.
“What? Bobby help you? He can’t help you. He’s not even here.” You sneer.
As Helen’s face turn an unnatural color, you just smile.
“Shhh…shhh…just let go Helen…just let go…you fucking bitch…”
The light in her eyes starts to fade, the life begins to leave her body and her struggle is soon over. She ceases moving.
Ignoring the gunfire and yelling you hear downstairs, you just continue to sit on top of her for a moment staring at her. You stroke her hair.
You’ve finally crossed that line. You know you can kill someone if you have to. Actually you also know you can kill someone if you don’t have to and while you went through a variety of emotions leading to it and during it, now that it’s over, you don’t feel much of anything.
You wonder if your Uncle Ed felt this when he killed someone. Maybe you take after him in some way? Could it be genetic and maybe you have some sort of latent serial killer tendency? Given your family, it isn’t that hard to imagine insanity runs in it.
It sure would explain why you were so comfortable with Bobby in the first place. After all, what rational woman would stay with a man that runs a murderous cult?
But these are all things you can dwell on later; right now you need to help Bobby.
“You know…you did have pretty eyes.” You say with a smirk and stand up.
You open the clothing drawer where Bobby keeps the spare gun he mentioned yesterday, take it and leave the room without even changing your clothes.
And why should you? It’s your wedding day after all.
The events that follow aren’t nearly as interesting as the experience of your first kill. By the time you get to where Bobby and the rest of his family are holding back the invaders, they’ve already killed most of them. You remember shooting a couple of the things, but it wasn’t nearly as exciting as choking the life out of Helen.
Turns out they weren’t zombies anyway. Just seemingly mad humans trying to eat you. You can only guess your town is overrun by them and this is what Aaron was referring to when he said people were eating each other out there.
Some sort of sickness perhaps? Maybe the government was fucking around with a secret weapon like they tend to do and it got out of hand. It would explain why there was a drastic rise in violence even before you left and why the National Guard showed up later.
It isn’t until after all the mad attackers are killed that Bobby manages to address you directly. He’s incredibly tired looking, the rest of his family looks pretty tired too, but he looks like he’s about to collapse.
Bobby asks you if you’re okay and of course you say you’re fine. He then tells the rest of his family to check the rest of the house just to make sure the situation is completely safe. After everyone leaves, he sits down in a nearby chair wiped out from this whole ordeal.
“I think you need to sleep.” You say.
“Can’t. Too much to do. Especially now. Bodies to clean up, walls to patch up, gates and doors to fix. Now we got these…things attacking and who knows if any more will wander this way… there’s just so much to do...” Bobby says trying to fight the exhaustion.
“Let me take care of some of this. You don’t have to do this all by yourself you know.” You say.
“…shit…the wedding. That’s another thing we need to do…I just…had no fucking time to make the preparations…I’m sorry this couldn’t be how it should…” Bobby adds.
“Will you not worry about that? Look, does this wedding really need to be so complicated? Can’t we just get one of your family members to witness it and another to marry us right now so I can at last be your wife properly?” you ask.
“We don’t even need to do that really…I mean I’m the high priest here. All I have to do is say the passage and you accept and we’re married. No need for witnesses, I mean Tiamat’s watching. Who else is needed?”
“What? That’s it? We could’ve done that a long time ago!”
“Well, like I’ve told you before, I just wanted it to be perfect…”
You sit in Bobby’s lap and wrap your arms around him.
“Bobby, just being with you, is enough perfection for me. Besides, isn’t the carnage surrounding us true perfection in the eyes of Tiamat’s chaotic glory or something?” you ask.
Bobby looks around at the nearby mess of broken furniture and the couple bodies laying on the floor and smiles.
“Yes, I suppose you’re right.” He says.
Bobby recites what you guess is a passage from whatever holy book of Tiamat he got it from and when the time comes, you accept your place as his wife.
Then the both of you kiss like you’ve done so many times before, though this time it’s different. You now feel like you belong here.
“Oh. Here. I’ve been carrying this in my pocket the whole day, nearly forgot it was there.” Bobby remarks and hands you a ring with a sizable red diamond in the center and smaller black inlayed around it. It’s definitely beautiful and when you try it on, you find that it fits perfectly.
“Let me guess, this used to be your grandmother’s ring?” you ask.
“Yeah…how did you know?”
“Oh let’s just say the fact that it fits me so well like her wedding dress did was a clue.”
“Yeah, I was meaning to ask about that.” Bobby says rubbing your legs.
“Oh Helen gave me the dress to try on before all the trouble went down. Didn’t really have time to change.”
“(Yawn) Where is Helen anyway? I didn’t see her with you when you arrived, but then I was in the middle of blasting some freak’s head off at the time.”
“Oh she stayed upstairs.” You say.
“Hm, probably looking after the children as usual. She’s really reliable that way, (Yawn) nice girl. That’s why didn’t believe the bullshit Diana was spouting about her when I was cleaning up the dungeon.”
“Oh? What was that?”
Bobby begins to close his eyes, but keeps talking.
“Oh, she was trying to claim Helen set her up and the attempt on your life was all her plan and how she never wanted to kill me at all…(yawn) typical desperation to save her own ass. Pretty laughable that she thought I’d believe it, I mean Helen likes you.”
“Hm…where is Diana now?”
“Oh she’s still in her cage…(yawn).”
“Good. I’m going to go kill her.” You say.
“You, don’t need to you know. You (yawn) don’t need to prove anything. I can do it.”
“No, it’s fine. I’m willing to do it. I mean maybe this isn’t going to be official or how you planned, but I’m part of this family now and I’m going to make the effort to be fully part of it because I love you.”
At this point Bobby smiles at your words and his consciousness fades completely and he’s asleep. You give him another kiss and get up to head to the dungeon.
When you get there you see Diana sitting in her cage with a bored expression. When she sees you, she ceases looking as bored.
“It’s you.” She says and her eyes begin to examine your clothing and then wander over to your finger sporting your new status in the family. She also spies the pistol in your hand.
“I…heard a lot of noise upstairs. Is Bobby okay?”
“Don’t you worry about Bobby. He’s not your concern anymore.”
“So…you’re the new top mama now?”
You don’t answer you just raise your arms presenting yourself to signify that is the case. Her head hangs briefly knowing she’s truly defeated.
“Shit… can you at least tell me if Helen’s dead?”
“Yes, she’s dead.” You answer.
This revelation while not making any impact on Diana’s ultimate fate still brings a brief bit of happiness to her.
“Good…that’s good… okay, no point in dragging this out.” Diana says and stands as close as she can to the bars and you get slightly closer with the pistol drawn.
“Fuck Tiamat and fuck you blondie.” Diana says and then you fire a round into her chest.
Diana falls back wheezing, gasping and clutching at the bloody wound. You move in closer to watch her for the last few minutes she clings to life, but then eventually she follows her sister in death.
And now your “competition” has completely been eliminated.
Leaving Diana in much the same way you left Helen, you go back upstairs and attempt to take charge of some of what needs to be done around the house.
It’s actually easier than you think. Bobby’s family is a little surprised by the fact that you and he got married so spur of the moment, but that’s not a problem and given the recent events, they were less focused on attending a formal wedding anyway. You tell Veronica to go check on the children and to make sure they’re okay, when she seems less than enthused to do it and asks where Helen is, you get in her face and tell her.
“She’s dead.”
“What?! Well shouldn’t we tell Bobby?” Veronica exclaims with the rest of the family looking a little surprised at this revalation.
“Bobby needs his rest and I’m calling the shots while he does so, now just do what the hell I say Veronica. The rest of you help me move these corpses out of here and Bobby’s sleeping in the living room near the kitchen. Let’s try not to wake him.”
Clean up goes relatively fast. Around the house at least since that’s your primary concern. You go for the quick dirty approach of just getting all the dead bodies in one pile outside. You briefly think about burning them, but then you worry that maybe that might attract more attention. You figure Bobby can make that decision tomorrow.
Since you’re not any sort of carpenter or anything similar your solution to patch up any broken windows and the front door is to barricade it with furniture for the night.
Somewhere just after midnight everyone is ready to crash. You take mercy on everyone and tell them to just sleep with a weapon tonight and you’ll take tonight’s watch. You aren’t sure how you’re going to do it with as tired as you are, but fortunately when you check on Bobby you find that he’s just waking up and after a bit of a report, he is pleasantly surprised by what you’ve done.
“Well that’s at least a few things I don’t need to worry about. Probably a good idea on not burning the bodies yet. We can do that tomorrow when everyone is alert in case it does draw attention. Nice job in taking charge.”
“Thanks.” You say with a yawn.
“Why don’t you go upstairs and get some sleep. I’m good now. I can take watch.”
“You sure? You were up longer than I was.”
“Nah, I’m really fine. I don’t usually need much sleep anyway. I just needed the brief recharge. Hey, we’re in this together remember? I’ll take over now.” He says.
You don’t argue you just kiss him goodnight and tell him you love him and to call you if he needs your help.
You head upstairs back to your bedroom feeling sleep creep up on you ever faster.
When you get to your bedroom, you find Helen still lying on the floor where you left her. Besides forgetting to clean up her body, you also forgot to tell Bobby about what happened to her. (You didn’t really tell the rest of his family either, you just said she was dead and they never really asked how she died.)
You look at Helen’s corpse again and then look over at the portrait of Grandma Morningstar with its eyes watching everything as usual.
“Fuck it, he can find out tomorrow. I’m tired and I undoubtedly still have your ghostly mindfuck bullshit to look forward to in dreamland tonight.” You say.
Stepping over Helen’s body, you get into bed and fall asleep.