Suzy’s Strange Saga
With all the gunfire going on outside, you don’t exactly feel as if that would be any safer. Better help Billy for now.
You all approach the massive brawl, but none of you save for Lifto has any real desire or ability to fight. Shrimpy finds a place to hide and occasionally throws something at someone, Klepto gets knocked out by one of Phil’s crew and its only with the help of Lifto that he doesn’t get his face stomped in. Fatty does a little better due to his size, but he’s not much in the endurance area and has to stop to catch his breath every few minutes (which results in someone inevitably trying to attack him)
You try to stay out of it and maintain a close distance to either the dwarves or Lifto. You occasionally point out potential dangers and sometimes even manage to club someone in the head with a juggling pin you found on the ground, but you’re nowhere near in the thick of it.
While all this is going on, you notice a decrease in the gunfire from outside and a lot more screaming and groaning. Through the chaos you see Roger staggering just outside the tent and collapsing near the entrance of it. Seeing that you’re not really affecting the “power struggle” you rush over to Roger to see what the hell happened out side the tent.
When you get to Roger, you notice he’s badly wounded and bleeding a lot. You don’t know if he’s going to make it.
“Roger! What the hell…what happened?!”
“(Gasp) They…just…came out of nowhere…(gasp) a bunch of them.”
“What?! What came out?” you ask.
“I dunno. Ugggh…hurts…(gasp) they were insane looking…snarling, biting…”
You notice that most of Roger’s wounds do look like bite marks. You can’t believe that you’re even pondering this, but…
“Shit, Roger, are you telling me you just got attacked by…fucking zombies?”
At this point Roger doesn’t respond he’s falling unconscious and his breathing is getting short. You attempt to sit him up and smack him awake, but nothing is working. He’s going to die and if your vast knowledge of zombie movies is any indication he’s going to soon become on as well.
That’s the least of your concerns however since while you’re holding on to Roger, one the “zombies” that Roger alluded to suddenly comes out from behind one of the parked military vehicles. It doesn’t see you immediately, but it will if you hang around out here.
Standing up and backing away from Roger’s soon to be lifeless body and trying to get back in the tent, you bump into another equally unpleasant individual and no less dangerous. Her face is bloody and several of her piercings have been pulled out, but if she’s out here that can only mean she won.
“There you are, clown bitch. I was hoping to get the pleasure to beat your blonde ass myself, too bad Wanda the Red caught a knife to the throat because it might’ve been fun to watch her anally rape you with her twelve inch strap on before I kicked the shit out of you.” Razor remarks.
“Razor, there are zom…there are some insane people that just…” you start to say and then Razor punches you across the face, knocking you to the ground.
While you’re holding the side of your face, Razor pulls out a bloody straight razor.
“Don’t worry, I don’t plan on killing you, I just plan on making you the first in our brand new freakshow!” Razor says and is about to get on top of you to carry out her promise, but all your survival instincts kick in and you scream and kick at her. If she were a man, you would’ve gotten in a couple good ball kicks. Eventually she grabs one of your legs with one arm.
“Good! Struggle bitch, this is just making it more fun for me. Ain’t nobody gonna save you anyway. Everyone else is licking their wounds or dead! The carnival is under my control now!”
“I wasn’t screaming for someone in carnival to save me.” You say.
Razor is confused by your remark only because she’s been so focused on doing harm to you that she’s completely ignored her surroundings. Not only did the zombie hear your scream, but so did several of his fellows and unfortunately for Razor they’re the fast variety.
The one that was near the military vehicle is already upon Razor by the time she does look up and two more are loping quickly behind. You quickly scramble into the tent hoping that the dead that Razor mentioned inside aren’t turning and this is a “bite style” infection.
Razor wasn’t kidding when she mentioned people either being wounded or dead. Granted there are more than a few people in fair condition, but resting from the past brawl is more of a priority right now. Too bad for them that isn’t an option.
“Oh god! Hel… AGGGGGH!”
“You hear that? That’s the sound of your short-lived leader getting ripped to shreds by cannibal freaks. So if you idiots are done killing each other over power, you better get ready to kill for survival!” you shout and grab the nearest blunt object as you hear the screams of Razor being presumably eaten alive outside.
No sooner have you grabbed a piece of chair leg, one of the zombies rushes in. You manage to bash it once across the head and then again before it goes down. It grabs at your feet and you’re about to smash your improvised club on it, when Shrimpy suddenly has run up and done it for you with a juggling pin. You both at that point keep hitting the thing until its brains are mush and it isn’t moving anymore.
“(Whew) Thanks Shrimpy. Glad to see you survived.”
“You as well, what the hell are…”
“Later, Shrimp. Concentrate!” you say as the other two zombies come lurching in. Fortunately at this point you and Shrimpy get a little more back up from some of the other carnies and luckily nobody else gets hurt.
After killing the pair of them, you’re suddenly bombarded by questions about what the hell they are. The only thing you can think of is zombies, but after a bit of cautious investigation by some of you, you start to wonder if that’s even accurate.
You come to several fortunate conclusions and discoveries.
First of all it looks like there aren’t anymore of those things alive anymore and the National Guard are all dead as well. So those dangers are out of the way.
Second, nobody dead has come back to life, (bitten or not) so at least this isn’t contagious whatever it is. In fact you see one of the “zombies” laying dead with several bullet wounds to the chest and no head wound, so you don’t think these things are undead at least. But the fact that you’ve got crazed cannibal people running loose is still cause for concern!
As you, Shrimpy and several others continue to cautiously investigate outside the tent, Shrimpy mentions some bad news while you two are away from the group. Namely Lifto, Fatty, Billy and Roofie were all dead, though you mention you already knew about Roofie.
“Yeah, the old guy died peacefully in his sleep I guess. Probably best that he did just before what happened. So what about Klepto?” you ask.
“Oh he’s still alive. He’s still unconscious, from that first hit, but he’s still alive. Hey, I meant to say I’m sorry about being so self-serving like I was, before all this went down Suzy. I guess I just got scared.”
“Well…it’s in the past now. Besides you came through for me when I really needed it. So you said Billy’s dead?”
“Yeah, that bitch Razor got him just as he was finishing off Wanda the Red. As you might expect the remaining dwarves are pretty broken up about it. But then I guess Razor’s dead too, so I’m not sure where that leaves us.”
“A possible opportunity I’d say. Looks like the National Guard left a lot of supplies that could be useful in the near future. Come on let’s head back.” You say and pick up one of the rifles. Laying on the ground nearby.
When you get back to the tent, people haven’t moved much from their original positions though the medical supplies taken from one of the military trucks should help patch up the wounded.
You stand in front of everyone and give a speech. You know it probably won’t go over well, but this is as good of time as any.
“Okay people as a great man who recently passed away once said, a carnival can be like a family. Now we’ve just gotten over a major in house feud and an external threat and guess what, we’re all still here and alive to talk about it. That means we can move on and grow stronger from this because I get the impression that we’re REALLY going to need to have that unbreakable bond of family in the near future. A strong family also needs a strong leader and that’s why seeing as I’m currently the only one more or less in good physical condition at this time, I nominate myself as ringmaster.”
You expect some verbal outbursts at this point, but everyone is still too exhausted or unwilling to get into more conflict, but you are getting a lot of frowning looks.
“Now I already know what you’re thinking, this bitch hasn’t been here but for a few days so who does she think she is telling us all what to do? Well let’s answer that. You’re right, I’m new here, but I know A LOT about dysfunctional families. And every dysfunctional family ALSO needs a scapegoat to place the blame on. Now as ringmaster all the major decisions and such would fall to me and as such if I fuck up severely, well who gets the blame? Me of course. It’s my hope of course that as a leader I can change everyone’s perspective of me through successes. However, most of the females here already hate me based solely on how I look, and most of you guys just see me as a living sex doll, so really what have you got to lose? If it turns out that I’m a total failure as a leader then you all can easily throw me out on my ass and choose someone else.”
Nobody says anything. Just an awkward pause, which you decide to fill in with more talking.
“And if someone is worried that one group is going to get preferential treatment like say the clowns well you can stop worrying since most of them are currently dead and I’m probably going to be too busy with being ring master than clowning.”
“Fuck it, let the cute clown slut run this place. Her mouth looks like it’s a highway for oral sex, but she can’t be any worse than what that mean ass cunt Razor had planned. At least she’s got a positive attitude.” Some dwarf woman says in the back holding a bloody rag over her forehead.
And with that “sterling” endorsement several others just agree as well.
Looks like you’re the new leader of this carnival and all it took was a complete bloodbath and the apathy of the survivors to do it.
The remainder of the night is spent building a small barricade around the big tent and clearing out the dead. Nobody knows if more of those geeks (Which is the new name for the “zombies” and appropriate considering the history of what a carnival geek does for a living) are going to show up and where they came from so for safety reasons everyone stays close for the night. Some are in no condition to move anyway.
Eventually you fall asleep realizing that tomorrow is going to be a busy day for you.
You all approach the massive brawl, but none of you save for Lifto has any real desire or ability to fight. Shrimpy finds a place to hide and occasionally throws something at someone, Klepto gets knocked out by one of Phil’s crew and its only with the help of Lifto that he doesn’t get his face stomped in. Fatty does a little better due to his size, but he’s not much in the endurance area and has to stop to catch his breath every few minutes (which results in someone inevitably trying to attack him)
You try to stay out of it and maintain a close distance to either the dwarves or Lifto. You occasionally point out potential dangers and sometimes even manage to club someone in the head with a juggling pin you found on the ground, but you’re nowhere near in the thick of it.
While all this is going on, you notice a decrease in the gunfire from outside and a lot more screaming and groaning. Through the chaos you see Roger staggering just outside the tent and collapsing near the entrance of it. Seeing that you’re not really affecting the “power struggle” you rush over to Roger to see what the hell happened out side the tent.
When you get to Roger, you notice he’s badly wounded and bleeding a lot. You don’t know if he’s going to make it.
“Roger! What the hell…what happened?!”
“(Gasp) They…just…came out of nowhere…(gasp) a bunch of them.”
“What?! What came out?” you ask.
“I dunno. Ugggh…hurts…(gasp) they were insane looking…snarling, biting…”
You notice that most of Roger’s wounds do look like bite marks. You can’t believe that you’re even pondering this, but…
“Shit, Roger, are you telling me you just got attacked by…fucking zombies?”
At this point Roger doesn’t respond he’s falling unconscious and his breathing is getting short. You attempt to sit him up and smack him awake, but nothing is working. He’s going to die and if your vast knowledge of zombie movies is any indication he’s going to soon become on as well.
That’s the least of your concerns however since while you’re holding on to Roger, one the “zombies” that Roger alluded to suddenly comes out from behind one of the parked military vehicles. It doesn’t see you immediately, but it will if you hang around out here.
Standing up and backing away from Roger’s soon to be lifeless body and trying to get back in the tent, you bump into another equally unpleasant individual and no less dangerous. Her face is bloody and several of her piercings have been pulled out, but if she’s out here that can only mean she won.
“There you are, clown bitch. I was hoping to get the pleasure to beat your blonde ass myself, too bad Wanda the Red caught a knife to the throat because it might’ve been fun to watch her anally rape you with her twelve inch strap on before I kicked the shit out of you.” Razor remarks.
“Razor, there are zom…there are some insane people that just…” you start to say and then Razor punches you across the face, knocking you to the ground.
While you’re holding the side of your face, Razor pulls out a bloody straight razor.
“Don’t worry, I don’t plan on killing you, I just plan on making you the first in our brand new freakshow!” Razor says and is about to get on top of you to carry out her promise, but all your survival instincts kick in and you scream and kick at her. If she were a man, you would’ve gotten in a couple good ball kicks. Eventually she grabs one of your legs with one arm.
“Good! Struggle bitch, this is just making it more fun for me. Ain’t nobody gonna save you anyway. Everyone else is licking their wounds or dead! The carnival is under my control now!”
“I wasn’t screaming for someone in carnival to save me.” You say.
Razor is confused by your remark only because she’s been so focused on doing harm to you that she’s completely ignored her surroundings. Not only did the zombie hear your scream, but so did several of his fellows and unfortunately for Razor they’re the fast variety.
The one that was near the military vehicle is already upon Razor by the time she does look up and two more are loping quickly behind. You quickly scramble into the tent hoping that the dead that Razor mentioned inside aren’t turning and this is a “bite style” infection.
Razor wasn’t kidding when she mentioned people either being wounded or dead. Granted there are more than a few people in fair condition, but resting from the past brawl is more of a priority right now. Too bad for them that isn’t an option.
“Oh god! Hel… AGGGGGH!”
“You hear that? That’s the sound of your short-lived leader getting ripped to shreds by cannibal freaks. So if you idiots are done killing each other over power, you better get ready to kill for survival!” you shout and grab the nearest blunt object as you hear the screams of Razor being presumably eaten alive outside.
No sooner have you grabbed a piece of chair leg, one of the zombies rushes in. You manage to bash it once across the head and then again before it goes down. It grabs at your feet and you’re about to smash your improvised club on it, when Shrimpy suddenly has run up and done it for you with a juggling pin. You both at that point keep hitting the thing until its brains are mush and it isn’t moving anymore.
“(Whew) Thanks Shrimpy. Glad to see you survived.”
“You as well, what the hell are…”
“Later, Shrimp. Concentrate!” you say as the other two zombies come lurching in. Fortunately at this point you and Shrimpy get a little more back up from some of the other carnies and luckily nobody else gets hurt.
After killing the pair of them, you’re suddenly bombarded by questions about what the hell they are. The only thing you can think of is zombies, but after a bit of cautious investigation by some of you, you start to wonder if that’s even accurate.
You come to several fortunate conclusions and discoveries.
First of all it looks like there aren’t anymore of those things alive anymore and the National Guard are all dead as well. So those dangers are out of the way.
Second, nobody dead has come back to life, (bitten or not) so at least this isn’t contagious whatever it is. In fact you see one of the “zombies” laying dead with several bullet wounds to the chest and no head wound, so you don’t think these things are undead at least. But the fact that you’ve got crazed cannibal people running loose is still cause for concern!
As you, Shrimpy and several others continue to cautiously investigate outside the tent, Shrimpy mentions some bad news while you two are away from the group. Namely Lifto, Fatty, Billy and Roofie were all dead, though you mention you already knew about Roofie.
“Yeah, the old guy died peacefully in his sleep I guess. Probably best that he did just before what happened. So what about Klepto?” you ask.
“Oh he’s still alive. He’s still unconscious, from that first hit, but he’s still alive. Hey, I meant to say I’m sorry about being so self-serving like I was, before all this went down Suzy. I guess I just got scared.”
“Well…it’s in the past now. Besides you came through for me when I really needed it. So you said Billy’s dead?”
“Yeah, that bitch Razor got him just as he was finishing off Wanda the Red. As you might expect the remaining dwarves are pretty broken up about it. But then I guess Razor’s dead too, so I’m not sure where that leaves us.”
“A possible opportunity I’d say. Looks like the National Guard left a lot of supplies that could be useful in the near future. Come on let’s head back.” You say and pick up one of the rifles. Laying on the ground nearby.
When you get back to the tent, people haven’t moved much from their original positions though the medical supplies taken from one of the military trucks should help patch up the wounded.
You stand in front of everyone and give a speech. You know it probably won’t go over well, but this is as good of time as any.
“Okay people as a great man who recently passed away once said, a carnival can be like a family. Now we’ve just gotten over a major in house feud and an external threat and guess what, we’re all still here and alive to talk about it. That means we can move on and grow stronger from this because I get the impression that we’re REALLY going to need to have that unbreakable bond of family in the near future. A strong family also needs a strong leader and that’s why seeing as I’m currently the only one more or less in good physical condition at this time, I nominate myself as ringmaster.”
You expect some verbal outbursts at this point, but everyone is still too exhausted or unwilling to get into more conflict, but you are getting a lot of frowning looks.
“Now I already know what you’re thinking, this bitch hasn’t been here but for a few days so who does she think she is telling us all what to do? Well let’s answer that. You’re right, I’m new here, but I know A LOT about dysfunctional families. And every dysfunctional family ALSO needs a scapegoat to place the blame on. Now as ringmaster all the major decisions and such would fall to me and as such if I fuck up severely, well who gets the blame? Me of course. It’s my hope of course that as a leader I can change everyone’s perspective of me through successes. However, most of the females here already hate me based solely on how I look, and most of you guys just see me as a living sex doll, so really what have you got to lose? If it turns out that I’m a total failure as a leader then you all can easily throw me out on my ass and choose someone else.”
Nobody says anything. Just an awkward pause, which you decide to fill in with more talking.
“And if someone is worried that one group is going to get preferential treatment like say the clowns well you can stop worrying since most of them are currently dead and I’m probably going to be too busy with being ring master than clowning.”
“Fuck it, let the cute clown slut run this place. Her mouth looks like it’s a highway for oral sex, but she can’t be any worse than what that mean ass cunt Razor had planned. At least she’s got a positive attitude.” Some dwarf woman says in the back holding a bloody rag over her forehead.
And with that “sterling” endorsement several others just agree as well.
Looks like you’re the new leader of this carnival and all it took was a complete bloodbath and the apathy of the survivors to do it.
The remainder of the night is spent building a small barricade around the big tent and clearing out the dead. Nobody knows if more of those geeks (Which is the new name for the “zombies” and appropriate considering the history of what a carnival geek does for a living) are going to show up and where they came from so for safety reasons everyone stays close for the night. Some are in no condition to move anyway.
Eventually you fall asleep realizing that tomorrow is going to be a busy day for you.