Suzy’s Strange Saga
Thinking unconventionally and with a bit of a heft from your shield arm, you drop your shield on the man’s body. He isn’t expecting the sudden weight smashed into him and expects it even less when you decide to jump on top of the shield, putting more crushing weight on his wounded torso.
The man bellows and lets go of your spear. He doesn’t even have the energy to do anything with his other hand holding the knife.
You quickly lift the spear from its original position and looking directly into his eyes, you thrust it directly into his throat and twist.
The man makes sickening gurgling sounds as blood comes from his mouth and neck, his eyes bulge and his body convulses for a few seconds and then stops.
Meanwhile, you’re breathing heavily and just staring at the body.
“Suzy? Suzy? You alright?” Jack asks.
“Huh? Yeah…I just…I just killed a man. Never did that before…well not directly I suppose.” You say and step down from the shield and the dead man’s body.
Jack limps over to close the door and then over to you.
“You…you sure you’ve never fought before? I mean it all happened so fast, but you seemed to just suddenly go into some sort of warrior mode.”
“I dunno. Something just clicked inside my head. Can’t explain it myself either. Maybe it was just a fight or flight response and I’ve been sick of running lately. This guy was trying to kill us and I had no choice but to kill him.”
“Well it was certainly one of those situations.”
“Yeah…I guess. Is your leg okay?” you say moving your shield off the body.
“Yeah, It’s superficial, I guess I better clean it out with alcohol and wrap it up though. I think I saw a roll of linen wrap in one of those drawers.”
“Looks like that’s what this guy was attempting to do too because the wrap you mentioned is right there on the table along with an open jar and a big pouch. This guy was obviously already hurt when we found him. Look there.” You say and point at the man who you now notice has an ugly gash on his arm that looks like some green stuff was smeared on it. You lift up a few more of the furs on his body and notice another wound on his side as well. You weren’t responsible for either of those.
Jack goes over to get the wrap and inspect the open jar.
“I think this might be some sort of ointment. Smells awful and has the same green color on his wounded arm. This pouch looks like it has more of his items. I’m going to take a look.” Jack says.
While Jack goes through the dead man’s bag, you decide to directly search the body. You don’t find anything though except a half full quiver of crossbow bolts and his fur clothing, which you start taking off of him.
“Suzy, what are you doing?” Jack asks when he sees you stripping the dead man.
“I’m looting his corpse. So far this is the only set of proper clothing we have for this sort of weather. Might as well keep some of it, we can always get the blood out and I can sew up the holes later. The boots alone should be worth keeping.” You say.
“…well I suppose you’re right. You need any help?” Jack asks.
“Nah, I got it. Just patch up your leg.” You say.
While Jack does just that, you proceed with your task. By the time you get the man down to his raggedy loincloth, you temporarily stop to just look at the body, exhale and rub your hand over your face.
“Not a pretty sight from here either.” Jack says.
“No, it’s not that. It’s the fact that I’ve just realized that I’ve been sitting here stealing a dead man’s clothes and I don’t feel bad about it. And even coming to that conclusion, I STILL don’t feel bad about it. It’s like nothing.”
“Well I admit, this is sort of fucked up, but he did attack us first.”
“The thing is though is we’re the trespassers. I mean he owned this place. Probably built it with his own fucking hands. From his perspective and any right thinking person’s, he had the damn right to try to kill us. I know if someone invaded my home I wouldn’t like it. We just stumbled in and started going through his shit and stealing it.” You say.
“We needed to survive.” Jack says.
“I’m not debating that. I just…well…does this make us evil? Because if it does, I have to say, I’m perfectly fine with that and that’s probably a scariest thing I’ve just learned about myself this week and the funniest too, because I can also honestly say killing this guy was one of the highest points of motivation I’ve ever had and that includes all the times I was running for my life this week and especially attempting to get a job in a shitty comic shop.” you say.
Jack doesn’t respond, he just sort of looks down and then away, going back to wrapping his leg.
You stand up and grab the man by his feet.
“Jack can you get the door?” you say.
“Yeah, and don’t try to drag him by yourself, I’ll help.” Jack replies as he heads over to the door.
“It’s okay. I got it. Just get that fire going while I’m dragging his body out into the wilderness.” You say.
“Suzy, we’re in this together. I’ll help you.” Jack says.
“Yeah, you’re right. Grab the other leg after you open the door.” You respond.
You and Jack drag the body into the wilderness. You make a mention that maybe you should bury it at some point, but as long as it’s immediately out of sight and away from the cabin, it’s good enough where it is.
The pair of you then quickly make your way back hoping nobody else has shown up at your home. Which is certainly what it is now considering you just killed the owner. You’re still feeling a bit numb about that.
When you’re back inside the cabin, Jack speaks up again.
“Just for the record, I don’t think we’re evil.” Jack says.
“Well evil people don’t tend to think they are.” You answer with a minor chuckle.
“I dunno about that, there are tons of evil bastards that revel in their evilness. I mean I’ll admit I feel a little bad about what we did, but I just don’t want you to beat yourself up about what happened too much. It’s done.”
“I’m not. That’s sort of my point and why I was wondering if I was evil in the first place, but you’re right. It wasn’t something to brag about, but it’s done and there’s no point in worrying about it.”
You close the door and bar it.
“I’m a little tired. I’m going to go lay down on the bed.” You say.
“Okay, I’ll get this fire going like I planned to do before all this happened. I’ll clean up some of the mess around here too.” Jack replies.
You get on the simple bed, which is basically made up of straw, animal skin and furs. It’s not a sofa, but it’s all the comfort you’re going to have in the near future.
Even though you already talked about this with Jack, you still can’t help but go back to it. You start wondering if there is something genetically wrong inside your head and part of you takes after your uncle Ed, or maybe if when you went through all that shit in the Gray Building you “lost” part of yourself somehow.
Then you start wondering if maybe it was just a desperate situation and in such times, people do desperate things even if they normally wouldn’t have done so. Like Jack said, you are trying to survive and like you said, that man was going to kill you and you had to prevent that from happening.
It’s as good as a rationalization as any. Jack seems to be fine with it and you are too.
You sit up slightly from your position and watch Jack clean up the place and stoke the fire. It’s weird to think you met this guy in a comic shop and here you are with him who knows where.
You’ve had more adventures with him this week than you ever had with anyone else. And that includes Bobby because it wasn’t like the two of you ever went anywhere.
As you think on these things, your hands start to wander and you feel a lump in your pocket which you forgot being there. You half expect it to be your dead cell phone, but what it is, is the thousand dollars and the car keys Jack gave you.
“Heh, I forgot these were even in my pocket. Guess we have another reminder of the old world.” You say jingling the keys a bit at Jack.
“Sadly, I doubt if all that cash is going to be useful here, well except for kindling.” Jack replies
“Well at least the keys can be a reminder of your first gift ever to me.” You respond.
“Great. My first gift to you was a car and a thousand dollars. That’s going to be tough to top now.” Jack says.
“Actually I got an idea of how you might be able to match it. Jack, stop cleaning up, I want you over here.” You say.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong. I’m just remembering earlier that we were in middle of something, and I’m thinking we need to get back to that again.”
“Wha…oh…” Jack says suddenly getting it when you start taking your clothes off.
“Well, what are you waiting for? Get your clothes off.” You say.
“Suzy, we don’t need to do this you know. I’m perfectly fine waiting.” Jack says.
“Yeah, well I’m not. It’s been a while and I haven’t even been able to set time aside for splittin’ the kitten so this is as much for me as it is for you. Besides, after surviving the week we’ve both had, I think we should have a little celebration don’t you think? What the fuck else do we have to do?” you say.
Jack doesn’t respond, he just starts taking his clothes off a bit shyly. It’s at that moment you remember the fact that he seemed a little inexperienced when you were kissing him earlier.
“Jack, you don’t need to be nervous around me. We can start off slow if we need to and I’m not going to judge. It’s just me and you okay? Just like it’s been all this week.”
“Okay. I just…I’m…I’m a…”
“I know and it’s fine, just come over to me.” You say reassuringly.
It isn’t long before Jack and you are both on the bed naked. Just as you said, you take it a bit slow with him. Feels a little weird being the “aggressive” one, but there certainly is a part of you that’s enjoying the role.
You’re in the middle of it, when Jack says something that makes things slightly odd.
“I love you Suzy.” He says.
“… I… love you Jack…” you answer back.
Well, maybe it isn’t TOO odd, considering you’re probably the only girl Jack has ever been with and spent any long amount of time with too.
In fact you sort of wonder why you even hesitated to say it back, after all, you are fond of him and you’ve had a budding relationship with Jack all this week. You just suppose that “love” hasn’t really been in your mind since you broke up with Bobby.
Still, it’s a nice feeling after all the shit that’s happened this week.
Afterwards, you and Jack hold each other and generally talk about shit that doesn’t pertain to your immediate situation. There is much that will have to be done, but for now the pair of you are enjoying shutting out the outside world.
Just like when you two were living in the basement.
Day eventually becomes night and the pair of you turn in a little earlier than usual.
The man bellows and lets go of your spear. He doesn’t even have the energy to do anything with his other hand holding the knife.
You quickly lift the spear from its original position and looking directly into his eyes, you thrust it directly into his throat and twist.
The man makes sickening gurgling sounds as blood comes from his mouth and neck, his eyes bulge and his body convulses for a few seconds and then stops.
Meanwhile, you’re breathing heavily and just staring at the body.
“Suzy? Suzy? You alright?” Jack asks.
“Huh? Yeah…I just…I just killed a man. Never did that before…well not directly I suppose.” You say and step down from the shield and the dead man’s body.
Jack limps over to close the door and then over to you.
“You…you sure you’ve never fought before? I mean it all happened so fast, but you seemed to just suddenly go into some sort of warrior mode.”
“I dunno. Something just clicked inside my head. Can’t explain it myself either. Maybe it was just a fight or flight response and I’ve been sick of running lately. This guy was trying to kill us and I had no choice but to kill him.”
“Well it was certainly one of those situations.”
“Yeah…I guess. Is your leg okay?” you say moving your shield off the body.
“Yeah, It’s superficial, I guess I better clean it out with alcohol and wrap it up though. I think I saw a roll of linen wrap in one of those drawers.”
“Looks like that’s what this guy was attempting to do too because the wrap you mentioned is right there on the table along with an open jar and a big pouch. This guy was obviously already hurt when we found him. Look there.” You say and point at the man who you now notice has an ugly gash on his arm that looks like some green stuff was smeared on it. You lift up a few more of the furs on his body and notice another wound on his side as well. You weren’t responsible for either of those.
Jack goes over to get the wrap and inspect the open jar.
“I think this might be some sort of ointment. Smells awful and has the same green color on his wounded arm. This pouch looks like it has more of his items. I’m going to take a look.” Jack says.
While Jack goes through the dead man’s bag, you decide to directly search the body. You don’t find anything though except a half full quiver of crossbow bolts and his fur clothing, which you start taking off of him.
“Suzy, what are you doing?” Jack asks when he sees you stripping the dead man.
“I’m looting his corpse. So far this is the only set of proper clothing we have for this sort of weather. Might as well keep some of it, we can always get the blood out and I can sew up the holes later. The boots alone should be worth keeping.” You say.
“…well I suppose you’re right. You need any help?” Jack asks.
“Nah, I got it. Just patch up your leg.” You say.
While Jack does just that, you proceed with your task. By the time you get the man down to his raggedy loincloth, you temporarily stop to just look at the body, exhale and rub your hand over your face.
“Not a pretty sight from here either.” Jack says.
“No, it’s not that. It’s the fact that I’ve just realized that I’ve been sitting here stealing a dead man’s clothes and I don’t feel bad about it. And even coming to that conclusion, I STILL don’t feel bad about it. It’s like nothing.”
“Well I admit, this is sort of fucked up, but he did attack us first.”
“The thing is though is we’re the trespassers. I mean he owned this place. Probably built it with his own fucking hands. From his perspective and any right thinking person’s, he had the damn right to try to kill us. I know if someone invaded my home I wouldn’t like it. We just stumbled in and started going through his shit and stealing it.” You say.
“We needed to survive.” Jack says.
“I’m not debating that. I just…well…does this make us evil? Because if it does, I have to say, I’m perfectly fine with that and that’s probably a scariest thing I’ve just learned about myself this week and the funniest too, because I can also honestly say killing this guy was one of the highest points of motivation I’ve ever had and that includes all the times I was running for my life this week and especially attempting to get a job in a shitty comic shop.” you say.
Jack doesn’t respond, he just sort of looks down and then away, going back to wrapping his leg.
You stand up and grab the man by his feet.
“Jack can you get the door?” you say.
“Yeah, and don’t try to drag him by yourself, I’ll help.” Jack replies as he heads over to the door.
“It’s okay. I got it. Just get that fire going while I’m dragging his body out into the wilderness.” You say.
“Suzy, we’re in this together. I’ll help you.” Jack says.
“Yeah, you’re right. Grab the other leg after you open the door.” You respond.
You and Jack drag the body into the wilderness. You make a mention that maybe you should bury it at some point, but as long as it’s immediately out of sight and away from the cabin, it’s good enough where it is.
The pair of you then quickly make your way back hoping nobody else has shown up at your home. Which is certainly what it is now considering you just killed the owner. You’re still feeling a bit numb about that.
When you’re back inside the cabin, Jack speaks up again.
“Just for the record, I don’t think we’re evil.” Jack says.
“Well evil people don’t tend to think they are.” You answer with a minor chuckle.
“I dunno about that, there are tons of evil bastards that revel in their evilness. I mean I’ll admit I feel a little bad about what we did, but I just don’t want you to beat yourself up about what happened too much. It’s done.”
“I’m not. That’s sort of my point and why I was wondering if I was evil in the first place, but you’re right. It wasn’t something to brag about, but it’s done and there’s no point in worrying about it.”
You close the door and bar it.
“I’m a little tired. I’m going to go lay down on the bed.” You say.
“Okay, I’ll get this fire going like I planned to do before all this happened. I’ll clean up some of the mess around here too.” Jack replies.
You get on the simple bed, which is basically made up of straw, animal skin and furs. It’s not a sofa, but it’s all the comfort you’re going to have in the near future.
Even though you already talked about this with Jack, you still can’t help but go back to it. You start wondering if there is something genetically wrong inside your head and part of you takes after your uncle Ed, or maybe if when you went through all that shit in the Gray Building you “lost” part of yourself somehow.
Then you start wondering if maybe it was just a desperate situation and in such times, people do desperate things even if they normally wouldn’t have done so. Like Jack said, you are trying to survive and like you said, that man was going to kill you and you had to prevent that from happening.
It’s as good as a rationalization as any. Jack seems to be fine with it and you are too.
You sit up slightly from your position and watch Jack clean up the place and stoke the fire. It’s weird to think you met this guy in a comic shop and here you are with him who knows where.
You’ve had more adventures with him this week than you ever had with anyone else. And that includes Bobby because it wasn’t like the two of you ever went anywhere.
As you think on these things, your hands start to wander and you feel a lump in your pocket which you forgot being there. You half expect it to be your dead cell phone, but what it is, is the thousand dollars and the car keys Jack gave you.
“Heh, I forgot these were even in my pocket. Guess we have another reminder of the old world.” You say jingling the keys a bit at Jack.
“Sadly, I doubt if all that cash is going to be useful here, well except for kindling.” Jack replies
“Well at least the keys can be a reminder of your first gift ever to me.” You respond.
“Great. My first gift to you was a car and a thousand dollars. That’s going to be tough to top now.” Jack says.
“Actually I got an idea of how you might be able to match it. Jack, stop cleaning up, I want you over here.” You say.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong. I’m just remembering earlier that we were in middle of something, and I’m thinking we need to get back to that again.”
“Wha…oh…” Jack says suddenly getting it when you start taking your clothes off.
“Well, what are you waiting for? Get your clothes off.” You say.
“Suzy, we don’t need to do this you know. I’m perfectly fine waiting.” Jack says.
“Yeah, well I’m not. It’s been a while and I haven’t even been able to set time aside for splittin’ the kitten so this is as much for me as it is for you. Besides, after surviving the week we’ve both had, I think we should have a little celebration don’t you think? What the fuck else do we have to do?” you say.
Jack doesn’t respond, he just starts taking his clothes off a bit shyly. It’s at that moment you remember the fact that he seemed a little inexperienced when you were kissing him earlier.
“Jack, you don’t need to be nervous around me. We can start off slow if we need to and I’m not going to judge. It’s just me and you okay? Just like it’s been all this week.”
“Okay. I just…I’m…I’m a…”
“I know and it’s fine, just come over to me.” You say reassuringly.
It isn’t long before Jack and you are both on the bed naked. Just as you said, you take it a bit slow with him. Feels a little weird being the “aggressive” one, but there certainly is a part of you that’s enjoying the role.
You’re in the middle of it, when Jack says something that makes things slightly odd.
“I love you Suzy.” He says.
“… I… love you Jack…” you answer back.
Well, maybe it isn’t TOO odd, considering you’re probably the only girl Jack has ever been with and spent any long amount of time with too.
In fact you sort of wonder why you even hesitated to say it back, after all, you are fond of him and you’ve had a budding relationship with Jack all this week. You just suppose that “love” hasn’t really been in your mind since you broke up with Bobby.
Still, it’s a nice feeling after all the shit that’s happened this week.
Afterwards, you and Jack hold each other and generally talk about shit that doesn’t pertain to your immediate situation. There is much that will have to be done, but for now the pair of you are enjoying shutting out the outside world.
Just like when you two were living in the basement.
Day eventually becomes night and the pair of you turn in a little earlier than usual.