Suzy’s Strange Saga

You are suddenly awakened by the sound of your phone.

You don’t think, you don’t look, you just instinctively grab it and answer.

“Hello?” you answer still slightly groggy.
“Suzy? It’s Peter.”
“Peter?” you say a little surprised he returned your call as well still shaking the cobwebs out from coming out of your sleep.
“Yeah, it’s me. You called me yesterday, but I was busy with, well a bunch of shit really. It’s sort of crazy around here, the National Guard is shooting people in the street…well at least I think they’re still people.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m saying that I’ve been seeing some weird shit. Like several people running around trying to bite other people.”
“Wait…what? You mean literally trying to bite people?”
“Yes, I mean bite, as in I saw one guy that lived down the street from us chase another neighbor and start chewing on him like he was out of a goddamn zombie movie!”
“…are you saying this guy was a zombie?”
“Look I don’t know. I mean maybe he was just rabid or something, but this wasn’t an isolated incident. Maybe it’s a disease outbreak, or bio-weapon accident or something. I mean that would explain why the National Guard is here. I’m just glad they or any of those freaks haven’t beat down the door to this house yet, but I’m not taking any chances that’s why I’ve been trying to find Ben’s shelter.”
“Ben’s shelter?”
“Yeah, you know the one he was always working on and changing the fucking entrance all the time on? I figure it’s probably still well stocked and I intend on riding this whole fucked up situation in the safety of that thing until everything is back to normal. We haven’t had much luck in finding it though…”
“We? Is Kelly there helping you?”
“Kelly? Nah, I haven’t seen that Amazon cunt since she left for work on Monday night. Don’t know where she is. I’m here with one of my…clients. Anyway how are you and Donna?”
“I don’t know where Donna is. She left Julie’s on Monday night and never came back, then Julie left on fucking Tuesday night and SHE never came back. Then on Wednesday…(sniff)…”

You begin to feel a wave of emotion hit you as the thought of what happened yesterday catch up to you again.

“Suzy?” Peter asks.
“(Sob) I think…I think I’m gonna be in a lot of trouble Peter…(Sob) Something terrible happened…”

You can’t continue and you begin to cry.

“Hey… look I…” Peter is unsure of what to say for a moment and then he continues.

“Look, I don’t know what’s going on over there, but I really need to let you go. I was actually hesitant to call you since I don’t think it’s a good idea to talk on the phone long right now anyway. I mean who knows if the government is listening…so…”

You stop crying immediately and just stare at your phone in disbelief.

“Wait, wait, wait. Just fucking wait a minute. Granted we’ve never been close Peter, but I have been genuinely concerned about you as soon as the National Guard rolled up in this town. Why the hell do you think I called? I’m obviously distressed about my current situation and you don’t even offer a sympathetic ear? After all the fucking times you’ve stolen my clothes? After all the goddamn times I had to put up with your old loser junkie friend Kevin perving on me when you thought you were some sort of film maker? You can’t even make the fucking effort to even PRETEND to care a little? You can’t even do THAT for me?” you shout.
“Suzy, what the fuck do you want me to do? You’re over there and I’m over here. I mean I got my own shit to worry about. And you how this family operates, when the shit goes down, you fucking look out for yourself first.” Peter says.
“I’m not asking you to jump in your car and save me, I just wanted a little…fuck it…you know what just fuck you Peter!” you shout and hang up

“FUCK YOU!” you shout and throw your phone against the wall just as Johnny comes walking in.
“I heard you shouting, what’s going on?” he asks.

“My fucking brother is a goddamn selfish bastard that’s what’s going on! I’m fucking nervous, I don’t know what to do and I’m afraid. And what does he do? Does he even make an effort to console me in any way? No of course not he worries about himself. It’s what my family does, out for number one as usual. Fuck all of them, I don’t even care what happens to ANY of them any more!” say sobbing.

Johhny approaches you, but still keeps a respectable distance.

“Suzy, you don’t need to worry about them any more. They aren’t even worth getting mad about okay? Look I’m here and I’ll take care of everything. Speaking of which, that thing yesterday….”

You wipe your eyes and try to compose yourself.

“I…I don’t want to hear anymore about it… I just don’t…”
“I understand. I understand. I just wanted you to know that it’s all been taken care of.”
“Yeah, until they send someone to find out what happened to him.” You say.

Johnny now steps in a bit closer.

“Well, they haven’t yet and I doubt if they’re going to right now. You’ve been asleep for most of the day and you’re probably not aware, but there’s been some problems going on around the neighborhood I guess. In fact I actually went upstairs to check from one of the windows to get a better view and I saw them shoot a couple people a few houses down. Well I assume they were still people on some level, but they certainly weren’t acting right. Like they were rabid or something. One got killed by multiple chest shots though so I think we can at least assume they aren’t the living dead.”
“Hrm. Peter mentioned something like that happening in my neighborhood. He thinks it’s a disease or biological weapon.”
“Well he might be right on that somewhat. Seems like the Guardsmen would be equipped with gasmasks or something if it was something like though. I dunno. Anyway, as I was saying for all they know they might think that Zoll guy and his soldier buddy got bushwacked by one of those things yesterday. Besides, he went to several houses, it’s not like they’re automatically going to know it was us.”

Johnny’s attempts at making you feel better don’t really work, since it just replaces one concern of getting executed by the military for murder for another concern of getting possibly infected by whatever disease is turning people into “zombies.”

Still, he’s the only one trying and actually here for you, and that’s the sad part.

“Johnny, is that a uniform you’re wearing?” you say noticing he’s changed his clothes.
“Yeah. They’re from that poor soldier that broke his neck on the stairs. I know it’s a bit ghoulish, but my own clothes were shall I say, very… soiled after taking care of that business. Fortunately, the uniform seems to be a perfect fit. I was also thinking maybe it could also be a disguise in case we need to get the hell out of here.” Johnny remarks.
“Hm, could work, but I don’t have a uniform.” You say.
“I could always say you’re a prisoner or survivor I found. In any case it might be...”

Before Johnny can finish, he’s interrupted by the breaking of glass coming from the kitchen followed by snarling and grunting.

“Shit!” Johnny exclaims and runs out of your room. You’re not quite as eager to run towards the sound of danger, at least not until you grab the pistol out of the desk first.

You haven’t gotten a few steps out of your room and you hear the sounds of a multiple shots being fired, followed by more glass breaking and an awful sound of anguish.

You enter the kitchen and see Johnny standing there with an assault rifle pointed at the bullet hole ridden back door. Must be the same rifle the soldier had. He turns around.

“It was one of those things. More of them must be wandering this way… where did that pistol come from?” Johnny asks.
“It was in a desk. So you think more of those things are coming?”
“I don’t really know, just a hunch, but the gunfire outside doesn’t sound like it’s letting up. We could easily barricade ourselves in here, but who knows how long this thing is going to last.”
“Do you think we could make it out of here ?”
“I believe we could, but it does sound like a warzone out there right now.”
“Well I hope my sister has another set of car keys because that’s the only vehicle out there right now.” You say.
“Hmm, well even if we did, I’m fairly certain as soon as we drove out in it, we’d be getting fired upon on. Even if we made it, there’s going to be more military areas to drive through. Nevermind the fact that your sister’s car isn’t exactly sturdy looking enough to survive such an attack, there is also always the possibility of a bunch of those things gathering together to overturn the vehicle.”
“So are you saying we should go by foot?” you ask.
“Heh, if it were just me, I might do that, but since your safety is a priority to me, I feel like we’d have a better chance however if I stole one of those military jeeps I’ve seen patrolling around.” Johnny replies.
“Are you nuts? How the hell are we supposed to get one of those?”
“Not we, me. I believe I could steal one. I have to admit I’m a little tired though. Still haven’t had a lot of sleeps, especially with… well you know. If I could just catch a little rest, I’d probably be able to do it better under the cover of the night.”

The fact that Johnny seems so sure that he can just steal a military vehicle is a little scary. Did he also serve in the military or something? He’s never said. Come to think of it, he’s still never revealed too much about himself. In any case that isn’t quite your primary concern right now.

“Well if you really believe you can steal a jeep, I guess that’s our best shot.” You say.
“Well we still should pack some bags with useful supplies first. I’ll get some things from the basement since I’m pretty sure I saw quite few things down there. You can check this floor and check the upstairs.”

Johnny heads back into the basement and you check upstairs first. You search Donna’s room and you do find some keys. You’re fairly sure that they are probably a spare set to Donna’s car. After grabbing the practical pharmacy from the bathroom (Julie and Donna sure didn’t reserve their drugs to just the illegal kind) you return to your own room and start repacking some of your clothes and some other personal items. A quick trip to the kitchen finds you a few bags of snacks and batteries. (And you looking over your shoulder constantly thinking that something is going to try to break in through the backdoor again)

Johnny eventually comes up from the basement with an old looking bag of stuff. He’s looking really tired now.

“Johnny are you going to be okay to do this? I mean I just found Donna’s car keys. We could leave in that and I’d drive.” you ask.
“No, our best chance is the jeep. We’ll be riddled with bullets in that car. I’ll be fine. Just need a few hours of shuteye. After that, I’ll be ready to go. I guess I’ll sleep on the sofa in the living room.” Johnny says while walking off towards the living room with the bag and rifle.

“Well I suppose we should wait before leaving anyway, I’d rather have you alert while we’re on the road. Hold on a moment you look a little wobbly.” You say and help him the rest of the way, which isn’t far of course, but you feel like it’s a nice gesture. Johnny certainly thinks so…but then he tends to think everything you do is wonderful.

“Shit, I’m so tired. Even that gunfire going on isn’t going to keep me awake.” Johnny says, flopping down on the couch.
“Well, I’ll be awake, so even if something unexpected happens and you’re still snoozing, I can wake you up.”
“Thank you.” Johnny says looking up at you. He almost reaches his hand out to touch your face, but quickly stops himself. “I’m sorry that you had to call me your boyfriend yesterday.”
“What?” You ask.
“Yesterday, when you tried to lie to Mr. Zoll. You said I was your boyfriend. I know you were just saying that.” Johnny says as he starts to close his eyes.
“You don’t worry about that right now. Just rest like you should have been able to yesterday.”
“Okay…God…you’re so perfect. You’re so much better than me. I’ve done a lot of bad things Suzy.”
“I think after yesterday we’ve both done a lot of bad things.” You reply.
“No…I’ve…” Johnny starts to say, but then he trails off.

Leaving Johnny to sleep, you stay in the living room if only because you’re a bit nervous to be by yourself right now. You turn the TV on and keep it on low, but as usual nothing of importance is on save for Ground Zero infomercials.

Lacking anything better to do (Other than being on edge a bit) you start to contemplate that if Johnny is successful WHERE you should go. You don’t really have any good ideas either. You’ve never been anywhere in your life, so why would you have any ideas on where to go now? And given how fucked up everything is right now, where would it even be safe to go?

No, the only place you’ve ever felt safe and at home is your basement. How you wish you could return. Then as you watch the GZ salesman obnoxiously go on about their product, it hits you… why shouldn’t you return?

It’s a pleasant thought, but who knows if Peter already found the hidden entrance to the shelter yet. He might very well be already be enjoying the shelter with his boyfriend or whoever he’s got over there. You’re fairly certain if that’s the case, he isn’t going to let you in to share it. That was clear when you spoke to him on the phone.

So where does that leave you? Leaving town to parts unknown? If that’s the case, you imagine you’ll have to leave that in Johnny’s hands since he’s mentioned he’s drifted from place to place and probably knows more about possible locations to go to in an emergency than you do.

On top of all this, you still aren’t quite sure what to do with Johnny. He’s definitely gone a long way in trying to prove himself to you. He has possibly saved your life and is obviously willing to risk his for you. The only other person who has done that was Bobby. In some ways Johnny sort of reminds you of Bobby…and that’s also another reason why you continue to be leery of him.

Other than his stalker behavior since you’ve met him, you’ve already come to the conclusion that Johnny probably has some sort of shady history. When you saw him finishing off Mr. Zoll…well it wasn’t exactly a normal reaction. He didn’t just react out of a panic like you did when you pushed Zoll down the stairs, Johnny got frothing mad. An anger you’ve never seen him display so outwardly before.

Between that and his mumblings of “doing bad things” and you’re inclined to believe that whatever his past might be, that Johnny HAS killed before.

And probably the more fucked up thing is that it doesn’t exactly bother you, or rather it doesn’t bother you like it should a normal person. Bobby used to kill people on a regular basis and while it took a little time for you to build complete trust in him, you did it and you had a relationship out of it. (And the funniest thing is that it didn’t even end in bloodshed)

The question is, do you want to possibly put yourself through it all again? The unstable nature? The paranoia of wondering is he ever going to hurt you? Even the “normal” part of wondering if you’re just going to just eventually break up is a concern for you. Part of you still is upset about Bobby after all.

You must have a thing for murderers at this point, because it’s the only explanation to why you’re contemplating all this. Maybe that whole incident with your Uncle Ed fucked you up even more than you realized.

You do have Donna’s car keys. You could just leave now while Johnny sleeps.