Suzy’s Strange Saga
As much as it might be tempting to go stay with Jack, you need to keep to your plan of self-sufficiency or at least an attempt at it. Staying with Jack is just a bad idea in the long term.
While he might say he isn’t expecting anything, the longer you stay the more likely he’s going to get resentful and the more likely you’re just going to revert to your old ways. It’s a recipe for disaster. Jack and his Gray Building were pretty weird anyway, better you just put all of that out of your head right now.
Living with your sister and friend won’t be fun, but at least it will motivate you to get a means of employment to get the hell out of there quicker. It probably won’t even be as bad as you think it will be either.
So that’s it. You’ve made up your mind, set a goal and you’re going to stick to it. You actually feel a little good about that.
“And fuck Peter, I’m keeping this damn car. Peter’s stolen enough of my clothing over the years that I already paid for his damn vehicle.” You mumble to yourself.
Now you feel even better. So much so you’re smiling.
With your thoughts getting comfortable with risk and leaving behind thoughts of doing the “safe” thing you continue back to town.
You must drive for hours and never see another car on the road. It’s sort of eerie, especially as it starts to get dark. At least you don’t have to worry about traffic though.
As you get within the distance of the town, you wonder just how fucked up it’s gotten since you left, or if order has been restored. You remember Jake mentioned marshal law being enforced in cities across the country. Makes you sort of wonder if the whole damn world is going mad or something.
Just as you get within the town’s limits, you think you notice a large vehicle up head and even people. Then suddenly several spotlights shine in the direction of your vehicle and one right ahead of you. You nearly lose control of your vehicle due to the blinding light and slam on your breaks.
“HALT! BY THE ORDER OF THE U.S. GOVERNMENT THIS TOWN IS UNDER MARSHAL LAW! ALL ENTRY AND IN AND OUT IS FORBIDDEN! STOP YOUR VEHICLE FOR INSPECTION!” a loud speaker echoes.
The government has apparently decided to place your shithole town under marshal law as well, you can’t imagine why, but you aren’t even really thinking about that, all you’re thinking about is getting the hell out of here before you get shot, rounded up into a camp or both.
“Christ, Suzy, you ARE fucking jinxed.” You say and then with a deft maneuver you reverse the car and spin it around. You then slam on the gas.
Gunshots ring out and your back window is shot out. Soon the sounds of a jeep can be heard followed by more gunfire.
Your attempt to outrun the National Guard prove to be a failure as your back tires are shot and blown out causing your car to spin out of control, flip a few times and then slam into a row of tree along the side of the road.
Unlike the last accident you got into, you aren’t quite as lucky and you are severely injured due to low hanging branches going right through the windshield and impaling you through the chest. By the time the guardsmen reach you, all they find is a bloody mangled corpse.
While he might say he isn’t expecting anything, the longer you stay the more likely he’s going to get resentful and the more likely you’re just going to revert to your old ways. It’s a recipe for disaster. Jack and his Gray Building were pretty weird anyway, better you just put all of that out of your head right now.
Living with your sister and friend won’t be fun, but at least it will motivate you to get a means of employment to get the hell out of there quicker. It probably won’t even be as bad as you think it will be either.
So that’s it. You’ve made up your mind, set a goal and you’re going to stick to it. You actually feel a little good about that.
“And fuck Peter, I’m keeping this damn car. Peter’s stolen enough of my clothing over the years that I already paid for his damn vehicle.” You mumble to yourself.
Now you feel even better. So much so you’re smiling.
With your thoughts getting comfortable with risk and leaving behind thoughts of doing the “safe” thing you continue back to town.
You must drive for hours and never see another car on the road. It’s sort of eerie, especially as it starts to get dark. At least you don’t have to worry about traffic though.
As you get within the distance of the town, you wonder just how fucked up it’s gotten since you left, or if order has been restored. You remember Jake mentioned marshal law being enforced in cities across the country. Makes you sort of wonder if the whole damn world is going mad or something.
Just as you get within the town’s limits, you think you notice a large vehicle up head and even people. Then suddenly several spotlights shine in the direction of your vehicle and one right ahead of you. You nearly lose control of your vehicle due to the blinding light and slam on your breaks.
“HALT! BY THE ORDER OF THE U.S. GOVERNMENT THIS TOWN IS UNDER MARSHAL LAW! ALL ENTRY AND IN AND OUT IS FORBIDDEN! STOP YOUR VEHICLE FOR INSPECTION!” a loud speaker echoes.
The government has apparently decided to place your shithole town under marshal law as well, you can’t imagine why, but you aren’t even really thinking about that, all you’re thinking about is getting the hell out of here before you get shot, rounded up into a camp or both.
“Christ, Suzy, you ARE fucking jinxed.” You say and then with a deft maneuver you reverse the car and spin it around. You then slam on the gas.
Gunshots ring out and your back window is shot out. Soon the sounds of a jeep can be heard followed by more gunfire.
Your attempt to outrun the National Guard prove to be a failure as your back tires are shot and blown out causing your car to spin out of control, flip a few times and then slam into a row of tree along the side of the road.
Unlike the last accident you got into, you aren’t quite as lucky and you are severely injured due to low hanging branches going right through the windshield and impaling you through the chest. By the time the guardsmen reach you, all they find is a bloody mangled corpse.
