Suzy’s Strange Saga
It does seem very likely that if Lilith were going to do something to you, she would’ve done it already. Plus you haven’t given her any trouble like she wanted, so that’s has to be in your favor.
Also, she makes some very good points about staying here. Civilization as you know it seems to be failing hard and you aren’t exactly the “survivalist” type to deal with it. Seems like it would be too late to start learning how in the final hour too, even if you had the desire.
While you aren’t exactly sure how life would be in an underground shelter, you can’t help think that you’d be more “at home” there. After all it’s just an oversized basement right?
It’s a risk, but it’s one you feel more confident about mainly because it requires little effort on your part. You sit on one of the few non-broken chairs and wait for Lilith.
A few moments pass and you hear footsteps coming up from the basement accompanied by some swearing and more footsteps in one of the other rooms.
“Where the fuck did I put that fucking thing? Shit, better not have lost…oh good here it is.” You hear Leslie say before he soon enters the front room where you’re waiting for Lilith.
Leslie carries two sizable black bags and a machete when he enters the room. He stares at you for a moment, which makes you a bit uncomfortable.
“Is my sister still upstairs?” he asks, but it’s more like an order due to his tone.
“Yeah.” You answer.
“Typical. She’s the one dragging me to this fucking shelter and I’m ready before she is. I swear I don’t want to go to this fucking place. Let alone working there. The idea of becoming part of a corporate fucking machine is just a fucking anathema to me. Probably have some little shit bean counter for a boss telling me he wants something done at a certain time. I fucking hate shit like that. I fucking hate it. I don’t like being told what to do, when to do it, or ANYTHING!”
At this point Leslie begins shaking his machete in a violent manner and you see his eyes briefly roll into the back of his head like he’s going to go into a convulsion.
Then all of a sudden his eyes snap back and he addresses you again.
“But the things we do for love right?” Leslie says.
“I guess so.”
“Mm. Speaking of love, my sister has told me a bit about you and it’s too bad you and my nephew didn’t work out. Guess he’ll be stuck with his shrew of a sister now. If he’s smart, he’d ditch her and go for his other one…can’t remember her fucking name…really quiet…”
“Helen?” you answer.
“Yeah, that’s her. You sort of remind me of her a bit. You’re prettier of course, but same sort of wallflower personality. You get molested as a child? Daddy ever make you suck his dick when Mommy wasn’t around? Something like that?”
“No!” you say not expecting such a question.
“Hm, interesting. Would’ve thought you had been, especially since I heard your family was a bit on the dysfunctional side.”
“Well they weren’t THAT dysfunctional.”
Leslie gives you a look of annoyance, which makes you a little tense, well more tense than when he was waving his machete around earlier.
“Oh. I see. That was a shot at MY family right?” Leslie exclaims.
“I didn’t…” you start to say.
“No, YOU know what you meant and so did I! Is that why you didn’t stay with my nephew? Felt you were too good for him?”
“That’s not the reason, I…”
“Pfft, I don’t want to fucking hear it! Here I am trying to make the effort to have friendly fucking conversation with you and you’re fucking insulting me! Well fuck you too bitch!” Leslie says and when you see him starting to walk in your direction you begin to get worried, but instead he storms out the front door.
Just as you’re recovering from that incident of Morningstar insanity, Lilith comes walking down from upstairs carrying a couple bags.
“What’s going on down here? I heard my brother ranting as usual. Everything okay?” she asks.
“I dunno. He started talking to me and I tried to be friendly, but he took what I said out of context and got really pissed at me.”
“Oh. Yeah, been there before. My brother’s not very good at social interaction unless that other person also happens to be an asshole. Nevermind him, you’re fine. Anyway, did you make your decision? Are you going with us?”
“Well…I was, but now I’m not sure…”
“What? Is it my brother? I told you forget about him. The shelter is a big place! Chances are you’re never going to have to interact with him again when we get there.”
Lilith puts her bags down and walks over in an attempt to reassure you.
“Come on, you don’t really want to stay here do you? Dangerous cannibals and criminal types, scavenging for sustenance, no proper toilets, I assure you Suzy at the GZ shelter you won’t have to worry about any of that shit.”
“Well, okay.” You say.
“Great, ah damnit!” Lilith suddenly remarks and puts her hand on her lower back.
“What’s wrong?”
“I dunno. It’s my back. Shit. I think all that damn running around, shooting, lifting and carrying heavy things took its toll. I really need to start exercising on a regular basis. Damn. (Sigh) I hate to ask, but could you carry my bags outside, you can just hand them to those two guards if you want.”
“Oh, sure okay.” You say.
You pick up the bags and head out the door with Lilith slowly walking behind.
You approach the two guards who are still standing on the porch and just as you’re holding the bags out for them to take, you feel a sharp needle going into the side of your upper arm.
You drop the bags and turn around in horror, clutching your arm. Lilith once again holds a needle in her hand and you’re soon feeling the affects.
“Sorry Suzy, but this was the ONLY way GZ was going to let me take you. I never lied though; you will be given a position to contribute to the community. You’ll continue to be a test subject…though I’m afraid it will involve a little more than just questions and some blood tests this time.”
“You…you…” is all you manage to utter before you collapse on the ground and unconsciousness begins to take affect.
You can still hear some of the conversation as you start to pass out.
“Carry her to the truck and Leslie, you can carry my bags since your short temper nearly cost GZ a perfectly good subject.”
“Dunno why you just didn’t take that bitch to begin with.” Leslie remarks.
“Because I wanted to see if she’d ultimately go with what was easy or actually grow as a person and make the harder decision. She failed which is why she might as well be put in a GZ experiment lab. She’s obviously not a learning animal, better her life goes towards something more useful.”
You’re out for the remainder of the day, in fact you’re out of it for quite a few days. By the time you wake up you’re strapped to a surgical table with metal restraints with a lot medical equipment in the room. A bright light shines overhead.
Fear overwhelms every fiber of your being. You being to call out for help, but the group of masked doctors in a circle nearby don’t look like they’re going to be doing that.
“The subject is up, chief.” One of them says.
“Yeah, I could tell by her screaming. Okay, let’s get her started with the injections first, then I guess we’ll see the reaction and go from there.” The head doctor says.
“Should be interesting.” Another says.
“Maybe. I’m just glad we didn’t get that asshole Leslie Morningstar assigned to our group. Dodged a bullet on that one. Let those fuckers in C Wing put up with him and his sister.”
You panic, you struggle, you scream, you beg, you plead, you even call out for Bobby at one point, but none of it matters. The Ground Zero doctors begin to subject you to their experiments.
You have no idea how long this goes on for. Days, weeks, months? You never see Lilith or Leslie again and your world becomes to the surgical room to the observation room. You never see the rest of the Ground Zero facility.
Your body is wracked with pain and goes through several ugly changes; your mind eventually becomes broken to the point of insanity though occasionally you have moments of clarity and that’s probably when you’re at your worst since you’re practically wishing to die. Several times the doctors prevent you from killing yourself.
The doctors themselves don’t really talk to you, but rather with each other like you’re not even there. You do hear one mention in passing about the world being nuked, but that hardly matters given the torture you’re being subjected to, indeed dying in a nuclear fire would be much kinder at this point.
Eventually through all their experimentation you become little more than a wild animal. Almost like what people back in town became, but even worse. It gets to a point where you actually manage to break what they thought to be strong enough shackles and kill three of the doctors experimenting on you.
Ground Zero security is called in and after enough bullets you are finally put down.
Also, she makes some very good points about staying here. Civilization as you know it seems to be failing hard and you aren’t exactly the “survivalist” type to deal with it. Seems like it would be too late to start learning how in the final hour too, even if you had the desire.
While you aren’t exactly sure how life would be in an underground shelter, you can’t help think that you’d be more “at home” there. After all it’s just an oversized basement right?
It’s a risk, but it’s one you feel more confident about mainly because it requires little effort on your part. You sit on one of the few non-broken chairs and wait for Lilith.
A few moments pass and you hear footsteps coming up from the basement accompanied by some swearing and more footsteps in one of the other rooms.
“Where the fuck did I put that fucking thing? Shit, better not have lost…oh good here it is.” You hear Leslie say before he soon enters the front room where you’re waiting for Lilith.
Leslie carries two sizable black bags and a machete when he enters the room. He stares at you for a moment, which makes you a bit uncomfortable.
“Is my sister still upstairs?” he asks, but it’s more like an order due to his tone.
“Yeah.” You answer.
“Typical. She’s the one dragging me to this fucking shelter and I’m ready before she is. I swear I don’t want to go to this fucking place. Let alone working there. The idea of becoming part of a corporate fucking machine is just a fucking anathema to me. Probably have some little shit bean counter for a boss telling me he wants something done at a certain time. I fucking hate shit like that. I fucking hate it. I don’t like being told what to do, when to do it, or ANYTHING!”
At this point Leslie begins shaking his machete in a violent manner and you see his eyes briefly roll into the back of his head like he’s going to go into a convulsion.
Then all of a sudden his eyes snap back and he addresses you again.
“But the things we do for love right?” Leslie says.
“I guess so.”
“Mm. Speaking of love, my sister has told me a bit about you and it’s too bad you and my nephew didn’t work out. Guess he’ll be stuck with his shrew of a sister now. If he’s smart, he’d ditch her and go for his other one…can’t remember her fucking name…really quiet…”
“Helen?” you answer.
“Yeah, that’s her. You sort of remind me of her a bit. You’re prettier of course, but same sort of wallflower personality. You get molested as a child? Daddy ever make you suck his dick when Mommy wasn’t around? Something like that?”
“No!” you say not expecting such a question.
“Hm, interesting. Would’ve thought you had been, especially since I heard your family was a bit on the dysfunctional side.”
“Well they weren’t THAT dysfunctional.”
Leslie gives you a look of annoyance, which makes you a little tense, well more tense than when he was waving his machete around earlier.
“Oh. I see. That was a shot at MY family right?” Leslie exclaims.
“I didn’t…” you start to say.
“No, YOU know what you meant and so did I! Is that why you didn’t stay with my nephew? Felt you were too good for him?”
“That’s not the reason, I…”
“Pfft, I don’t want to fucking hear it! Here I am trying to make the effort to have friendly fucking conversation with you and you’re fucking insulting me! Well fuck you too bitch!” Leslie says and when you see him starting to walk in your direction you begin to get worried, but instead he storms out the front door.
Just as you’re recovering from that incident of Morningstar insanity, Lilith comes walking down from upstairs carrying a couple bags.
“What’s going on down here? I heard my brother ranting as usual. Everything okay?” she asks.
“I dunno. He started talking to me and I tried to be friendly, but he took what I said out of context and got really pissed at me.”
“Oh. Yeah, been there before. My brother’s not very good at social interaction unless that other person also happens to be an asshole. Nevermind him, you’re fine. Anyway, did you make your decision? Are you going with us?”
“Well…I was, but now I’m not sure…”
“What? Is it my brother? I told you forget about him. The shelter is a big place! Chances are you’re never going to have to interact with him again when we get there.”
Lilith puts her bags down and walks over in an attempt to reassure you.
“Come on, you don’t really want to stay here do you? Dangerous cannibals and criminal types, scavenging for sustenance, no proper toilets, I assure you Suzy at the GZ shelter you won’t have to worry about any of that shit.”
“Well, okay.” You say.
“Great, ah damnit!” Lilith suddenly remarks and puts her hand on her lower back.
“What’s wrong?”
“I dunno. It’s my back. Shit. I think all that damn running around, shooting, lifting and carrying heavy things took its toll. I really need to start exercising on a regular basis. Damn. (Sigh) I hate to ask, but could you carry my bags outside, you can just hand them to those two guards if you want.”
“Oh, sure okay.” You say.
You pick up the bags and head out the door with Lilith slowly walking behind.
You approach the two guards who are still standing on the porch and just as you’re holding the bags out for them to take, you feel a sharp needle going into the side of your upper arm.
You drop the bags and turn around in horror, clutching your arm. Lilith once again holds a needle in her hand and you’re soon feeling the affects.
“Sorry Suzy, but this was the ONLY way GZ was going to let me take you. I never lied though; you will be given a position to contribute to the community. You’ll continue to be a test subject…though I’m afraid it will involve a little more than just questions and some blood tests this time.”
“You…you…” is all you manage to utter before you collapse on the ground and unconsciousness begins to take affect.
You can still hear some of the conversation as you start to pass out.
“Carry her to the truck and Leslie, you can carry my bags since your short temper nearly cost GZ a perfectly good subject.”
“Dunno why you just didn’t take that bitch to begin with.” Leslie remarks.
“Because I wanted to see if she’d ultimately go with what was easy or actually grow as a person and make the harder decision. She failed which is why she might as well be put in a GZ experiment lab. She’s obviously not a learning animal, better her life goes towards something more useful.”
You’re out for the remainder of the day, in fact you’re out of it for quite a few days. By the time you wake up you’re strapped to a surgical table with metal restraints with a lot medical equipment in the room. A bright light shines overhead.
Fear overwhelms every fiber of your being. You being to call out for help, but the group of masked doctors in a circle nearby don’t look like they’re going to be doing that.
“The subject is up, chief.” One of them says.
“Yeah, I could tell by her screaming. Okay, let’s get her started with the injections first, then I guess we’ll see the reaction and go from there.” The head doctor says.
“Should be interesting.” Another says.
“Maybe. I’m just glad we didn’t get that asshole Leslie Morningstar assigned to our group. Dodged a bullet on that one. Let those fuckers in C Wing put up with him and his sister.”
You panic, you struggle, you scream, you beg, you plead, you even call out for Bobby at one point, but none of it matters. The Ground Zero doctors begin to subject you to their experiments.
You have no idea how long this goes on for. Days, weeks, months? You never see Lilith or Leslie again and your world becomes to the surgical room to the observation room. You never see the rest of the Ground Zero facility.
Your body is wracked with pain and goes through several ugly changes; your mind eventually becomes broken to the point of insanity though occasionally you have moments of clarity and that’s probably when you’re at your worst since you’re practically wishing to die. Several times the doctors prevent you from killing yourself.
The doctors themselves don’t really talk to you, but rather with each other like you’re not even there. You do hear one mention in passing about the world being nuked, but that hardly matters given the torture you’re being subjected to, indeed dying in a nuclear fire would be much kinder at this point.
Eventually through all their experimentation you become little more than a wild animal. Almost like what people back in town became, but even worse. It gets to a point where you actually manage to break what they thought to be strong enough shackles and kill three of the doctors experimenting on you.
Ground Zero security is called in and after enough bullets you are finally put down.
