Suzy’s Strange Saga
If you ran, you doubt if the rest of them would follow and despite the feeling that this isn’t the greatest idea, you’re tired of running. You’ve got nothing to run to anyway, if you can deal with the inhabitants inside, you’ll at least have a place to catch a breather from the ever-growing chaos in your life.
You hope at least.
“Shrimpy can you get inside the truck without getting hit and put it in neutral?”
“Yeah I think I could.” Shrimpy says.
“Good, give me the rifle and the clips, get in the truck and when it’s in neutral Lifto and Fatty I want you to start pushing it forward. We should be able to get close enough to the house using this thing as a large shield.”
“What are you going to be doing?” Fatty asks.
“I’m going to be crawling around in the truck bed taking shots at that bastard firing at us when I can. Hopefully the closer we get the more likely I’ll be able to hit him. Now you want to avenge Klepto or what?”
This statement gets a nod from everyone.
“Let’s do this.” Lifto says and all of you enact your plan.
It goes well, or about as well as a plan can when someone is shooting at you. Another person soon joins the farmer the closer the truck gets to the front of the house. Presumably the farmer’s wife. The pair of them unleash a torrent of curses at you, but nobody is hitting each other yet.
Bullets tear into the truck and while you’re all safe, when the two front tires get blown out, it makes Lifto and Fatty’s pushing a lot harder.
“Goddamn it. (Wheeze)” Fatty gasps.
“Fuck.” Lifto grunts.
Still crawling around in the truck bed, you head over towards the back and speak to Lifto and Fatty.
“Okay, stop pushing, no point in straining yourself, because you’re going to need to save your energy. I don’t think the shooter on the left is quite as skilled so run to the left and around the back of the house, there’s got to be a back door. I’ll provide cover, I still got a half a clip left in this thing and one more full one, so when I go full auto, start running. Here take the pistol.” You say tossing the pistol over the back end of the truck.
Honestly you’d rather have Shrimpy do this since he’s a much smaller target, but the little guy is probably hiding in the leg area of either the driver or passenger’s side of the truck hoping not to get hit.
You take a deep breath as more bullets tear into the sides of the truck. You grip the rifle and exposing only a bit of your hands, you blindly fire and spray the left area of the house where the second shooter is.
Luckily through the gunfire a small cry is heard, you think you’ve hit someone again.
In any case it allows time for Lifto and Fatty to crouch run towards the house, hug the wall and then crawl around the corner. Fatty sure is fast when he wants to be, you just hope he doesn’t suffer a heart attack. Meanwhile you hear shouting within the house.
“Clem! I’m hit! Ohhhhh…(sob)”
“Honeypie?! Honeypie? No no no…”
With the gunfire completely stopped Shrimpy takes the opportunity to get out of the truck and run behind it.
“Suzy? You still here?” you hear him ask.
“Yeah, I’m still here. Just stay behind the truck I’m gonna…” you start to say before you’re interrupted
“NO! GODAMNIT! NOOOO! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU ALL!” Clem the farmer shouts and now the sounds of gunfire start up again, except this time he’s not firing a rifle anymore, the booming sound indicates a shotgun of some kind.
As you try to reload your last assault rifle clip, the truck continues to suffer the impact of shotgun rounds. In fact they are starting to damage the truck enough that one of them going through and hitting you is a very real possibility. You roll over to the other side of the truck in an attempt not to get hit.
“I’LL KILL ALL OF YOU!” you hear him bellow. You’re too busy keeping down and redloading.
And then you hear nothing, followed by a pistol shot and then another. You take the opportunity to quickly climb out of the truck bed altogether.
“Suzy, did they get him?” Shrimpy asks
“I don’t know…” you say and peek your head out hoping that this isn’t a mistake.
You soon see Lifto standing in the front doorway with the pistol in hand.
“We got all of these bastards. It’s safe.” He says.
You and Shrimpy both step out from the cover of the truck and make your way to the house.
First thing you notice is the first man you shot near the entryway, apparently he tried to crawl away soon after the shoot out started and died shortly afterwards. Given his disfigurement and from what you could tell of his voice, he might’ve been mentally retarded. You remember hearing “junior” being said, so you’re guessing he was the son. You don’t exactly feel great about shooting him. It really was an accident.
Seeing the other two bodies don’t exactly make you feel any better.
The farmer’s wife lies dead in the dining room area. She’s actually bigger than Fatty which means she’s indeed quite on the large side. She has several gunshot wounds to her upper body. You knew you hit her, but you just didn’t know where. Your stomach begins to feel slightly bad when you think about it.
Finally you see the farmer himself, or Clem as you heard being shouted. Lifto mentions that Clem was so focused on you that he realized too late that someone was sneaking up on him. Lifto mentions that he shot him in the back and then while Clem was still flopping about on the floor trying to turn over with his shotgun, Clem put one in his skull.
You didn’t even kill Clem and you still feel weird about it. You don’t understand why you’re feeling slightly sick about all this. Or rather you’ve got an idea why, but considering the little creature rampage at the carnival it isn’t like you haven’t seen gruesome death before, but this is somehow different.
The adrenaline and survivalist mindset you put yourself into has disappeared now that the danger has passed so you are left with the grim aftermath of your actions.
The realization that you’ve killed an entire family that was really just defending their home is what is getting to you. That and the fact that you feel like this whole incident is your fault. Adding Klepto’s death to the mix and you’re directly and indirectly responsible for four people’s deaths.
“Toilet.” You say in a daze.
“What?” Shrimpy asks.
“I’m gonna be sick…”
“I think I saw one over towards the back of the house, it’s…”
You don’t wait for Lifto to finish you just run in the direction. Trying to keep from throwing up and you just manage to make it to the toilet where upon you promptly vomit your guts out.
Your fellows come to see how you’re doing.
“Suzy, are you alright?” Shrimpy asks.
“Yeah, you aren’t sick are you?” Lifto asks.
It takes you awhile to answer, but eventually you manage it.
“Uh…(pant)…I just…I dunno…yeah I’ll be fine. I think the stress of all this just got to me. Uh…” You say.
“Well, it’s understandable. Look, why don’t you go lie down somewhere? You’ve done enough for today. The rest of us are gonna drag these bodies out of here. It’ll take all of us, lord knows what the hell they were eating on this farm, but everyone here seems to be Fatty’s size or bigger. Probably should look around the rest of the farm as well. Make sure nobody is hiding in the barns or something.” Lifto remarks.
“Yeah…okay…” you say walking past Shrimpy and Lifto.
As you slowly walk back towards the front of the house, Fatty comes down the stairs.
“Well the upstairs is clear from what I can tell. Nobody up there. Hey Suzy, you okay? Could hear you retching from up there.” Fatty asks.
“Yeah, just need to lie down.” You say.
“You and me both, but I suppose Lifto is going to need me to help him move out these bodies. Anyway, there are some nice beds upstairs, probably should take one of them.”
At this point you feel so wobbly that you wonder if you can even make it up the stairs.
You hope at least.
“Shrimpy can you get inside the truck without getting hit and put it in neutral?”
“Yeah I think I could.” Shrimpy says.
“Good, give me the rifle and the clips, get in the truck and when it’s in neutral Lifto and Fatty I want you to start pushing it forward. We should be able to get close enough to the house using this thing as a large shield.”
“What are you going to be doing?” Fatty asks.
“I’m going to be crawling around in the truck bed taking shots at that bastard firing at us when I can. Hopefully the closer we get the more likely I’ll be able to hit him. Now you want to avenge Klepto or what?”
This statement gets a nod from everyone.
“Let’s do this.” Lifto says and all of you enact your plan.
It goes well, or about as well as a plan can when someone is shooting at you. Another person soon joins the farmer the closer the truck gets to the front of the house. Presumably the farmer’s wife. The pair of them unleash a torrent of curses at you, but nobody is hitting each other yet.
Bullets tear into the truck and while you’re all safe, when the two front tires get blown out, it makes Lifto and Fatty’s pushing a lot harder.
“Goddamn it. (Wheeze)” Fatty gasps.
“Fuck.” Lifto grunts.
Still crawling around in the truck bed, you head over towards the back and speak to Lifto and Fatty.
“Okay, stop pushing, no point in straining yourself, because you’re going to need to save your energy. I don’t think the shooter on the left is quite as skilled so run to the left and around the back of the house, there’s got to be a back door. I’ll provide cover, I still got a half a clip left in this thing and one more full one, so when I go full auto, start running. Here take the pistol.” You say tossing the pistol over the back end of the truck.
Honestly you’d rather have Shrimpy do this since he’s a much smaller target, but the little guy is probably hiding in the leg area of either the driver or passenger’s side of the truck hoping not to get hit.
You take a deep breath as more bullets tear into the sides of the truck. You grip the rifle and exposing only a bit of your hands, you blindly fire and spray the left area of the house where the second shooter is.
Luckily through the gunfire a small cry is heard, you think you’ve hit someone again.
In any case it allows time for Lifto and Fatty to crouch run towards the house, hug the wall and then crawl around the corner. Fatty sure is fast when he wants to be, you just hope he doesn’t suffer a heart attack. Meanwhile you hear shouting within the house.
“Clem! I’m hit! Ohhhhh…(sob)”
“Honeypie?! Honeypie? No no no…”
With the gunfire completely stopped Shrimpy takes the opportunity to get out of the truck and run behind it.
“Suzy? You still here?” you hear him ask.
“Yeah, I’m still here. Just stay behind the truck I’m gonna…” you start to say before you’re interrupted
“NO! GODAMNIT! NOOOO! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU ALL!” Clem the farmer shouts and now the sounds of gunfire start up again, except this time he’s not firing a rifle anymore, the booming sound indicates a shotgun of some kind.
As you try to reload your last assault rifle clip, the truck continues to suffer the impact of shotgun rounds. In fact they are starting to damage the truck enough that one of them going through and hitting you is a very real possibility. You roll over to the other side of the truck in an attempt not to get hit.
“I’LL KILL ALL OF YOU!” you hear him bellow. You’re too busy keeping down and redloading.
And then you hear nothing, followed by a pistol shot and then another. You take the opportunity to quickly climb out of the truck bed altogether.
“Suzy, did they get him?” Shrimpy asks
“I don’t know…” you say and peek your head out hoping that this isn’t a mistake.
You soon see Lifto standing in the front doorway with the pistol in hand.
“We got all of these bastards. It’s safe.” He says.
You and Shrimpy both step out from the cover of the truck and make your way to the house.
First thing you notice is the first man you shot near the entryway, apparently he tried to crawl away soon after the shoot out started and died shortly afterwards. Given his disfigurement and from what you could tell of his voice, he might’ve been mentally retarded. You remember hearing “junior” being said, so you’re guessing he was the son. You don’t exactly feel great about shooting him. It really was an accident.
Seeing the other two bodies don’t exactly make you feel any better.
The farmer’s wife lies dead in the dining room area. She’s actually bigger than Fatty which means she’s indeed quite on the large side. She has several gunshot wounds to her upper body. You knew you hit her, but you just didn’t know where. Your stomach begins to feel slightly bad when you think about it.
Finally you see the farmer himself, or Clem as you heard being shouted. Lifto mentions that Clem was so focused on you that he realized too late that someone was sneaking up on him. Lifto mentions that he shot him in the back and then while Clem was still flopping about on the floor trying to turn over with his shotgun, Clem put one in his skull.
You didn’t even kill Clem and you still feel weird about it. You don’t understand why you’re feeling slightly sick about all this. Or rather you’ve got an idea why, but considering the little creature rampage at the carnival it isn’t like you haven’t seen gruesome death before, but this is somehow different.
The adrenaline and survivalist mindset you put yourself into has disappeared now that the danger has passed so you are left with the grim aftermath of your actions.
The realization that you’ve killed an entire family that was really just defending their home is what is getting to you. That and the fact that you feel like this whole incident is your fault. Adding Klepto’s death to the mix and you’re directly and indirectly responsible for four people’s deaths.
“Toilet.” You say in a daze.
“What?” Shrimpy asks.
“I’m gonna be sick…”
“I think I saw one over towards the back of the house, it’s…”
You don’t wait for Lifto to finish you just run in the direction. Trying to keep from throwing up and you just manage to make it to the toilet where upon you promptly vomit your guts out.
Your fellows come to see how you’re doing.
“Suzy, are you alright?” Shrimpy asks.
“Yeah, you aren’t sick are you?” Lifto asks.
It takes you awhile to answer, but eventually you manage it.
“Uh…(pant)…I just…I dunno…yeah I’ll be fine. I think the stress of all this just got to me. Uh…” You say.
“Well, it’s understandable. Look, why don’t you go lie down somewhere? You’ve done enough for today. The rest of us are gonna drag these bodies out of here. It’ll take all of us, lord knows what the hell they were eating on this farm, but everyone here seems to be Fatty’s size or bigger. Probably should look around the rest of the farm as well. Make sure nobody is hiding in the barns or something.” Lifto remarks.
“Yeah…okay…” you say walking past Shrimpy and Lifto.
As you slowly walk back towards the front of the house, Fatty comes down the stairs.
“Well the upstairs is clear from what I can tell. Nobody up there. Hey Suzy, you okay? Could hear you retching from up there.” Fatty asks.
“Yeah, just need to lie down.” You say.
“You and me both, but I suppose Lifto is going to need me to help him move out these bodies. Anyway, there are some nice beds upstairs, probably should take one of them.”
At this point you feel so wobbly that you wonder if you can even make it up the stairs.