Suzy’s Strange Saga
You aren’t confident that you’d make it with trying to ambush Roger. While it’s possible you’ll get some sort of better opportunity while in the trailer, at this point you’re going to hope that Roger isn’t an asshole and this will actually get him to help you escape.
That’s a lot to place on hope, but it’s going to have to do.
Soon you get to your trailer and you enter it with Roger still looking around before going in himself.
You stand by your bed and look at it and then look at Roger.
“So here we are.” He says.
“Yeah…so here we are…” you reply.
“Well? Come on, we don’t have much time.” Roger says and puts his weapons down though of course he puts them out your reach and starts guiding you to lay down on the bed.
This is going to happen. It isn’t that Roger isn’t unattractive to you and this isn’t exactly like he’s coercing you to do anything (though you’re afraid he might if you resist at this point) its just…well directly using your pussy to get yourself out of a jam isn’t exactly how you do things. Indirectly by teasing and flirting? Sure you’ve gotten used to doing that, but this is a step you don’t think you’re ready to take and it’s too late at this point.
Roger is already stripping his clothes off and you’re slowly doing likewise. Soon the pair of you are naked and his dick’s coming at you like a monster. As he moves in to kiss and embrace you, you stop him.
“Um…could we not look at each other while we do this?” you say.
“Huh?” he asks, almost looking a bit wounded by that comment.
“Uh, I just mean can we do it doggy style? I just prefer it that way.” You ask.
“Oh. Well yeah! Sure, however you want it. I’m cool with that.” Roger says and you get into position.
Well at least now you can close your eyes and pretend its Bobby. Hopefully Roger isn’t much of a talker and just gets on with it.
While you prepare yourself for this “experience”, gunshots are suddenly heard outside. Several of them in fact. This is followed by a lot of shouting.
“Oh fuck! What the hell?!” Roger exclaims and no longer do you feel his hands at your haunches, he’s gotten off the bed.
You turn over and see him starting to get dressed, periodically looking out the narrow windows.
“What’s going on out there?!” you ask.
“I have no idea, but whatever it is, YOU stay inside and keep down. I don’t want you getting hurt.”
You start to get dressed as well, wondering what calamity has happened now. Did the carnies finally decide to rush the guardsmen?
Roger, with his clothes back on, grabs his rifle and pistol and prepares to head out.
“Suzy, remember what I said, stay inside…OH SHIT!” Roger shouts as he opens the door.
Something humanoid runs into Roger who drops his rifle and is pinned against the wall. It’s growling and snarling and Roger is holding its neck in an attempt to not let it bite him.
Fear grips you, but not so much that you can’t grab a nearby knife from the kitchen area in an effort to stab it.
“Suzy stay back! I got it!” Roger shouts and manages to shove the thing off of him and out the door. He then pulls out his pistol and presumably fires at the thing several times. He then slams the door shut and attempts to lock and barricade it.
“Did you kill it?” you ask.
“I dunno. I think I did.” Roger answers.
“You think? Don’t you think you better know?!”
“Yes! Yes! I killed it! I mean I put two it’s head and three in its chest. Jesus Christ, gimme a moment here! One moment I was nearly in paradise and the next I’m fending off a fucking…zombie…or something…shit I dunno what the hell…” Roger says trying to wrap his head around this unexpected turn of events.
Zombie. Did he just say that thing was a zombie? It was humanoid and trying to bite him, while making snarling and growling sounds. Then again it didn’t look exactly rotten, could’ve been new dead though. Maybe just a rabid human?
Seems silly that you’re actually considering that you’re getting attacked by zombies. Never the less, the gunfire and chaos you’re hearing outside seems to suggest you’re being attacked by SOMETHING.
Meanwhile Roger is sitting and mumbling to himself. Suddenly he stands up.
“Fuck it. Suzy, you still wanna get out of here right?” Roger says.
“Well of course.” You say.
“Come on, we’re taking one of those trucks. I got the keys.”
“Okay? But what about your friends?”
“Hah, most of those guys I serve with are assholes. I mean you saw my commanding officer and Ernie. Can’t say any of them are my friends. What about you and your carnie family?”
“Well… the clowns were cool with me and the owner…but well it’s complicated and let’s just say I wasn’t fitting in there, so while I do feel slightly guilty just abandoning the ones that I was getting along with, I can’t stay someplace where I don’t feel entirely welcome or safe.”
“Okay, then its settled, we’ll leave now.”
“But what about those things out there?”
“Well we’re going to have to grab the truck now because either one or two things is going to happen. One, the rest of my squad is going to put these things down and both of us are going to be up shit’s creek or those things are going to kill everyone and we’ll have to brave through them while they’re not distracted by others.”
Roger unblocks the door and kicks it open, ready to shoot anything that might be lurking outside, fortunately that isn’t the case right now.
“Alright let’s do this and stick close to me.” he says and the pair of you run out the trailer.
The sounds of creatures and gunfire are all around you and you haven’t stepped out of the trailer a few seconds when Roger has to shoot two more of the things. He doesn’t hit them in the head and they still stay down, so you’re guessing maybe the zombie thing isn’t the case. Still don’t want to get bit though, who knows if this is contagious?
You see a few dead bodies of guardsmen on the ground and in one case one of those cannibals eating it and not paying any attention to anything else. The fact that the sounds of gunfire dying down and an increase in the screaming and yelling signals to you that things are getting grim. You wonder if they’ve gotten to the carnies yet.
Is this going on everywhere? Is this local? You’ll have to figure that out later. Right now you’re just happy to get inside a heavy-duty military truck.
Roger gets in the driver’s seat and with more snarling creatures banging on the doors and trying to get in, Roger starts up the truck and promptly runs over three of them on your way out this place.
Soon you’re on the road, but what next?
“Where are we going?” you ask.
“I dunno. If this is some sort of plague or invasion or something I’m wondering if we shouldn’t head to Fort Timons, it’s the closest military facility around here and where I was stationed before I got sent here. Still quite a drive though.” Roger says.
“What? Are you nuts? Didn’t you just go AWOL and now you’re thinking about going to an military base?”
“Well… I mean yeah technically I just deserted my post…but considering it didn’t seem like anyone else is going to live through that attack I doubt if anyone is going to call me out on it. We could just tell them we were the only survivors.”
“But if this is some sort of disease will a military base even be safe? I mean don’t these sorts of thing originate from them what with all the secret experiments and bioweapons?”
“What? You watch too many horror movies or science fiction! Unless its some secret base with top level government security, the average ordinary military base isn’t going to have a lab where they’re making bioweapons! In any case I know that stuff isn’t at Fort Timons.”
“I dunno…just doesn’t seem the safest place.”
“Well where do you propose then?”
You don’t have an answer.
“See? Look, it’s still a long drive there, maybe I can get something on the radio and we can find out more. Too bad this one doesn’t have a two-way radio, we’d actually be able to communicate with someone and I lost my fucking cell phone. In fact I probably left it in your trailer.”
As Roger attempts to get a signal on the radio, you think about how you’ve now run away from two “families” and who knows what’s become of both of them. Are they dead? Are they alive? Has you hometown been overrun by those things? Is it under marshal law?
You feel a little sad about it all, but what can you really do?
As the day eventually turns into night, Roger continues to try to get something on the radio, but its just static on the military channel he’s using. He doesn’t understand it. Switching over to the normal radio just gets music, which is broken up by the periodic Ground Zero advert. Absolutely nothing about the creatures though, not even regular news. It’s very frustrating.
Your aren’t encountering too much traffic on the road either, granted this isn’t the busiest of roads, but it feels fairly isolated. Still, at least you’re not seeing a horde of those things roaming about.
Roger talks a little about his past to break up the long periods of silence, most of it fairly mundane. You just mainly listen although you’re only really half listening and re-direct questions about yourself to something superficial. You’re not in the mood to talk about yourself.
Eventually you start to get sleepy and Roger does as well. He pulls over and the both of you go to sleep and thankfully he never once suggests picking up where you left off in your trailer.
Nothing like a bunch of cannibal creatures to break up the mood.
You drift off to sleep…
That’s a lot to place on hope, but it’s going to have to do.
Soon you get to your trailer and you enter it with Roger still looking around before going in himself.
You stand by your bed and look at it and then look at Roger.
“So here we are.” He says.
“Yeah…so here we are…” you reply.
“Well? Come on, we don’t have much time.” Roger says and puts his weapons down though of course he puts them out your reach and starts guiding you to lay down on the bed.
This is going to happen. It isn’t that Roger isn’t unattractive to you and this isn’t exactly like he’s coercing you to do anything (though you’re afraid he might if you resist at this point) its just…well directly using your pussy to get yourself out of a jam isn’t exactly how you do things. Indirectly by teasing and flirting? Sure you’ve gotten used to doing that, but this is a step you don’t think you’re ready to take and it’s too late at this point.
Roger is already stripping his clothes off and you’re slowly doing likewise. Soon the pair of you are naked and his dick’s coming at you like a monster. As he moves in to kiss and embrace you, you stop him.
“Um…could we not look at each other while we do this?” you say.
“Huh?” he asks, almost looking a bit wounded by that comment.
“Uh, I just mean can we do it doggy style? I just prefer it that way.” You ask.
“Oh. Well yeah! Sure, however you want it. I’m cool with that.” Roger says and you get into position.
Well at least now you can close your eyes and pretend its Bobby. Hopefully Roger isn’t much of a talker and just gets on with it.
While you prepare yourself for this “experience”, gunshots are suddenly heard outside. Several of them in fact. This is followed by a lot of shouting.
“Oh fuck! What the hell?!” Roger exclaims and no longer do you feel his hands at your haunches, he’s gotten off the bed.
You turn over and see him starting to get dressed, periodically looking out the narrow windows.
“What’s going on out there?!” you ask.
“I have no idea, but whatever it is, YOU stay inside and keep down. I don’t want you getting hurt.”
You start to get dressed as well, wondering what calamity has happened now. Did the carnies finally decide to rush the guardsmen?
Roger, with his clothes back on, grabs his rifle and pistol and prepares to head out.
“Suzy, remember what I said, stay inside…OH SHIT!” Roger shouts as he opens the door.
Something humanoid runs into Roger who drops his rifle and is pinned against the wall. It’s growling and snarling and Roger is holding its neck in an attempt to not let it bite him.
Fear grips you, but not so much that you can’t grab a nearby knife from the kitchen area in an effort to stab it.
“Suzy stay back! I got it!” Roger shouts and manages to shove the thing off of him and out the door. He then pulls out his pistol and presumably fires at the thing several times. He then slams the door shut and attempts to lock and barricade it.
“Did you kill it?” you ask.
“I dunno. I think I did.” Roger answers.
“You think? Don’t you think you better know?!”
“Yes! Yes! I killed it! I mean I put two it’s head and three in its chest. Jesus Christ, gimme a moment here! One moment I was nearly in paradise and the next I’m fending off a fucking…zombie…or something…shit I dunno what the hell…” Roger says trying to wrap his head around this unexpected turn of events.
Zombie. Did he just say that thing was a zombie? It was humanoid and trying to bite him, while making snarling and growling sounds. Then again it didn’t look exactly rotten, could’ve been new dead though. Maybe just a rabid human?
Seems silly that you’re actually considering that you’re getting attacked by zombies. Never the less, the gunfire and chaos you’re hearing outside seems to suggest you’re being attacked by SOMETHING.
Meanwhile Roger is sitting and mumbling to himself. Suddenly he stands up.
“Fuck it. Suzy, you still wanna get out of here right?” Roger says.
“Well of course.” You say.
“Come on, we’re taking one of those trucks. I got the keys.”
“Okay? But what about your friends?”
“Hah, most of those guys I serve with are assholes. I mean you saw my commanding officer and Ernie. Can’t say any of them are my friends. What about you and your carnie family?”
“Well… the clowns were cool with me and the owner…but well it’s complicated and let’s just say I wasn’t fitting in there, so while I do feel slightly guilty just abandoning the ones that I was getting along with, I can’t stay someplace where I don’t feel entirely welcome or safe.”
“Okay, then its settled, we’ll leave now.”
“But what about those things out there?”
“Well we’re going to have to grab the truck now because either one or two things is going to happen. One, the rest of my squad is going to put these things down and both of us are going to be up shit’s creek or those things are going to kill everyone and we’ll have to brave through them while they’re not distracted by others.”
Roger unblocks the door and kicks it open, ready to shoot anything that might be lurking outside, fortunately that isn’t the case right now.
“Alright let’s do this and stick close to me.” he says and the pair of you run out the trailer.
The sounds of creatures and gunfire are all around you and you haven’t stepped out of the trailer a few seconds when Roger has to shoot two more of the things. He doesn’t hit them in the head and they still stay down, so you’re guessing maybe the zombie thing isn’t the case. Still don’t want to get bit though, who knows if this is contagious?
You see a few dead bodies of guardsmen on the ground and in one case one of those cannibals eating it and not paying any attention to anything else. The fact that the sounds of gunfire dying down and an increase in the screaming and yelling signals to you that things are getting grim. You wonder if they’ve gotten to the carnies yet.
Is this going on everywhere? Is this local? You’ll have to figure that out later. Right now you’re just happy to get inside a heavy-duty military truck.
Roger gets in the driver’s seat and with more snarling creatures banging on the doors and trying to get in, Roger starts up the truck and promptly runs over three of them on your way out this place.
Soon you’re on the road, but what next?
“Where are we going?” you ask.
“I dunno. If this is some sort of plague or invasion or something I’m wondering if we shouldn’t head to Fort Timons, it’s the closest military facility around here and where I was stationed before I got sent here. Still quite a drive though.” Roger says.
“What? Are you nuts? Didn’t you just go AWOL and now you’re thinking about going to an military base?”
“Well… I mean yeah technically I just deserted my post…but considering it didn’t seem like anyone else is going to live through that attack I doubt if anyone is going to call me out on it. We could just tell them we were the only survivors.”
“But if this is some sort of disease will a military base even be safe? I mean don’t these sorts of thing originate from them what with all the secret experiments and bioweapons?”
“What? You watch too many horror movies or science fiction! Unless its some secret base with top level government security, the average ordinary military base isn’t going to have a lab where they’re making bioweapons! In any case I know that stuff isn’t at Fort Timons.”
“I dunno…just doesn’t seem the safest place.”
“Well where do you propose then?”
You don’t have an answer.
“See? Look, it’s still a long drive there, maybe I can get something on the radio and we can find out more. Too bad this one doesn’t have a two-way radio, we’d actually be able to communicate with someone and I lost my fucking cell phone. In fact I probably left it in your trailer.”
As Roger attempts to get a signal on the radio, you think about how you’ve now run away from two “families” and who knows what’s become of both of them. Are they dead? Are they alive? Has you hometown been overrun by those things? Is it under marshal law?
You feel a little sad about it all, but what can you really do?
As the day eventually turns into night, Roger continues to try to get something on the radio, but its just static on the military channel he’s using. He doesn’t understand it. Switching over to the normal radio just gets music, which is broken up by the periodic Ground Zero advert. Absolutely nothing about the creatures though, not even regular news. It’s very frustrating.
Your aren’t encountering too much traffic on the road either, granted this isn’t the busiest of roads, but it feels fairly isolated. Still, at least you’re not seeing a horde of those things roaming about.
Roger talks a little about his past to break up the long periods of silence, most of it fairly mundane. You just mainly listen although you’re only really half listening and re-direct questions about yourself to something superficial. You’re not in the mood to talk about yourself.
Eventually you start to get sleepy and Roger does as well. He pulls over and the both of you go to sleep and thankfully he never once suggests picking up where you left off in your trailer.
Nothing like a bunch of cannibal creatures to break up the mood.
You drift off to sleep…