Suzy’s Strange Saga

“…don’t delay, buy a Ground Zero shelter today!”

“Fatty turn that radio off, there hasn’t been anything on it of importance for hours. It’s just those damn Ground Zero ads. Christ, you’d think someone would be reporting about oh you know a zombie apocalypse?” Shrimpy says.
“I still say those things are still alive. The ones we saw didn’t look like they came back from the dead or anything.” Fatty remarks.
“Well whatever, still seems like reporting SOME sort of outbreak would be of importance.”
“Maybe its local and not happening anywhere else?”

At this point your eyes open and you completely rouse from your sleep.

“(Yawn) What’s going on?” you ask.
“So you’re finally awake.” Shrimpy says.
“We’ve been driving all night?” you ask.
“Somewhat. Fatty here pulled over at one point and we both slept a little. If you’re wondering about the gruesome twosome back there, we checked on them and from what I can tell both of them feel fine. In fact I think they’re both still sleeping. Guess all that bite drama yesterday really exhausted them. Dunno if that means they’re okay or not, but right now we do have another problem.” Shrimpy says.
“What’s that?” you ask.
“Well Fatty here managed to get us fucking lost.”
“Hey it’s not my fault, I couldn’t see shit in the night and I thought we were on a main road. Damn GPS.” Fatty says.
“Told you that it was broken and hasn’t worked correctly for years. Anyway, I know you’re native to this area so I’m hoping you know your way around.” Shrimpy says.

A brief glance of the practically non-descript landscape to the left and right of you leaves you at a loss.

“Sorry, but like I said, I never was a big traveller. Never left the basement if I could help it.” You say.
“Oh yeah, that’s right. Well any suggestion regardless of that fact?” Shrimpy asks.

You don’t really have any, though you probably should be near some sort of farmhouse as you do know there are some out this way. You could get your bearing by stopping at one and asking for directions.

You also remember Fatty’s comment about supplies.

“There should be some sort of farmhouse nearby. Just keep driving along this road and we’ll probably hit one where we can ask for directions and possibly get supplies.”
“Sounds like as good of an idea as any.”

You really don’t know if that will be the case, you’re just hoping at this point.

Fortunately, your hopes come true this time.

“Well, there’s a house. Can’t tell if anyone is home or not though.” Fatty says pulling up to a large traditional looking farmhouse.
“Okay, so how are we doing this?”
“Well…I suppose I’ll go up to the front door and see if anyone’s home and the rest of you guys stay in the truck.” You say.
“You nuts? This place looks like it’s out of a horror movie! Might be a bunch of psycho rednecks living in there! They see a pretty young thing like you and they’d grab you before we could even do anything.” Shrimpy remarks.
“Right like arriving at a door with a group of clowns isn’t straight out of a horror movie. I’m currently the only one dressed in regular clothing and not covered in blood, I think it would be best if I just asked for help at first.”
“Hey what are we going to do with Klepto and Lifto?” Fatty asks.
“Well check on them again and if they seem to be well unchain them I guess. I mean they could use a stretch. Anyway like I said I’m going to the door. I’m taking the pistol with me and I’m confident that if something does happen you’ll be able to react in time to save me from getting chopped up or whatever you think is going to happen. We need help getting back on track and looking at the gauge we might even need gas so hopefully they got that here too. Don’t worry I’ll be fine.” You say and get out of the truck.

You make your way towards the front porch looking around the entire time. This place is creepily quiet. Seems like you should at least hear the sounds of animals or something. Shrimpy’s got you totally paranoid now. You really weren’t worried until he mentioned psycho hillbillies. You look back at the truck.

“Goddamn it Suzy, you need to brave through some of this shit yourself. You survived your serial killer uncle for Christsake. Nothing is going to happen, probably just some kindly old farm couple that lives here.” You mutter to yourself and walk up the stairs and knock on the door.

You knock several times with no answer, but just when you’re about to give up it opens.

“WHO YOU!?” a large disfigured man exclaims completely scaring the shit out of you and causing you to fall backwards.

You’re in a state of utter fear as this large freak approaches you with his hand outstretched towards you…

Even in your fearful condition, you’re still able to react to a dangerous situation. You pull the pistol that you had on you and shoot the disfigured man. You hit him twice in the body and he reels backwards bellowing loudly as his body hits the front door and then the house’s front room floor.

“WHHHHHHY!? GOING TO HELP YOU!” the man shouts.

“Junior? What in tarnation is goin’ on down there? I hope you didn’t shoot yourself in the foot carrying your father’s rifles again, you know how he hates a waste of ammo.” An older female voice shouts from inside.
“MAMA! MAMA! HURT A LOT! BAD GIRL HURT ME!” the man cries.
“If you’ve been fightin’ with you’re sister again…oh my god…JUNIOR! CLEM SOMEONE SHOT JUNIOR!” you hear the older female voice scream.

By this time you’re running back to the truck, which Shrimpy has gotten out of. Lifto and Klepto are also both awake and shouting at this point.

“Get back in the fucking truck! We gotta…” you start yelling and then a shot from one of the farmhouse windows rings out. You hear it whiz by your ear causing you to drop to the ground immediately.

You continue to crawl towards the truck where you hear more gunfire behind you and the sounds of an assault rifle returning fire. You hear someone trying to start the truck, but a few more shots hitting metal seem to put an end to that causing the engine to make a less than operational sound.

“Fatty get out of the front seat!” Shrimpy shouts.

You hear more gunshots followed by Fatty crying out, though you don’t know if he’s actually gotten hit severely since you just hear “OW MY ASS!”

The whole time you’re praying that you don’t get shot in the back, but you’re the lucky one…

Ever the white knight, Klepto attempts to go “rescue” you.

“Klepto get out of the open!” you hear Lifto shout.
“Suzy’s out there I can’t…” Klepto’s words are cut short when a bullet to his skull drops him. In fact he drops about a few feet in front of you. You try to put the sight of his death out of your mind as you continue to crawl towards the truck.

“YOU FUCKERS AREN’T TAKING THIS FARM! THIS FARM IS MINE! ALL OF YOU SONSOFBITCHES ARE GONNA PAY FOR WHAT YOU DID TO MY BOY!” a male voice shouts.

You finally reach your destination where the rest are hiding behind the back of the truck, though Fatty’s having a hard time of it due to his size and the fact he’s got a bullet in his ass.

The shooting on both sides for now has stopped though.

“Shit, shit, shit, Klepto’s dead! That redneck bastard says that we’re going to pay, no fucking way, HE’S gonna fuckin’ pay!” Lifto says which is a bit surprising considering that he was ready to kill Klepto himself just yesterday.

“Fuck, my ass…ah! Shit…wish I had a gun, I’d shoot that fucker in the ass. Not the cheek either, the fucking HOLE!” Fatty says who is normally calm, but given he got shot his anger is a bit understandable.

“Well luckily I picked up a few extra clips back at the carnival and Suzy’s probably still got a few shots left. I say we can probably take out the shooter with a bit of strategy. Just as soon as we come up with one of course.” Shrimpy remarks.

You don’t know how to feel about all this. Maybe it’s all the increased violence over the past few days along with losing Klepto, but your clown crew is starting to become a lot more vicious, though events haven’t exactly been encouraging a peaceful life lately.

You can’t help but feel a little responsible for this current situation though. The retard was just trying to help you up from your fall, but you couldn’t have known that…you just reacted to your fear. You were the one who harmed the farm inhabitants first even if the rest of your clown friends think you were being attacked.

Part of you wants to just run from this place, but where would you go? Staying of course means doing more things you don’t necessarily want to do…but then you think if you can put yourself in the “right” frame of mind you’ll be able to do it.

The farmer HAS tried to kill all of you and did succeed in killing Klepto who attempted to save you, surely revenge for that isn’t totally wrong?