Suzy’s Strange Saga
You can’t stay with Johnny, he’s obviously unstable no matter how nice he is to you. You’re not going through it again.
Plus you’re also worried about staying here any longer than you have to since you’re still paranoid that the National Guard will be sending someone here to search for their missing in action comrades.
You go back to your room and grab your bags. You start to make your way towards the living room, but then you think that perhaps maybe going out the back door would be better since you don’t have to sneak past Johnny to do so.
The back door is still a wreck from today’s earlier attack. When you open it up you finally see the thing that was trying to get in. Looks human enough minus the bullet holes and the slightly feral facial features. You just hope there aren’t anymore currently lurking about though the nearby gunfire isn’t encouraging.
You make your way through the backyard and then go around the house and finally reach Donna’s car. You quickly load your bags in, worrying the whole time you’re going to get attacked by one of those things or Johnny suddenly waking up and running out the front door. You get the impression he’s not going to be happy to find you gone when he wakes up.
You get in the car and you actually manage to swing the car out into the street before you hear shouting and then fired upon. Despite the sounds of glass shattering behind you. You keep it together and just drive hoping that there aren’t too many of the guard in front of you.
It’s a false hope as you do indeed bump into more than a couple patrols with itchy trigger fingers. Some you try to avoid by going down other streets. Others are actually busy fighting off others. How you aren’t hit by any that do shoot at you is something of a minor miracle, but the car certainly doesn’t come through unscathed since by the time you manage to make out of Julie’s neighborhood, it’s making rattling sounds.
You continue to drive and try to keep off the main streets though with your car now making several clattering sounds you’re not exactly keeping a low profile.
“Just gotta make it home. I’ll be safe there.” You mumble to yourself.
Your drive there isn’t quite as eventful as your escape from Julie’s house, but it isn’t without peril. The National Guard isn’t quite as in control in your part of the town and there are far more of the rabid roaming around either chasing down normal people or attempting to break into houses. Most of them don’t attempt to attack you, or if they do, you just continue driving fast enough that they don’t get the chance.
By the time you get to your own house, your neighborhood is eerily quiet. There are definitely signs of past conflict all over the place, but there is nobody on the streets and most homes are not lit either. (Though you do see broken doors and windows on a lot of them) Fortunately your own house doesn’t look damaged (At least not from the front)
You half expect to get swarmed by crazies as soon as you park in front of your house, but you manage to get in the house with your bags.
“PETER?! Are you here?!” you call out when you get in the door and dump your bags on the floor. There is no answer, but then again maybe he’s already found the shelter.
The first thing you do is search the ground floor. Amazingly it doesn’t look like your house has been attacked at all. Even looking out into the backyard things look fairly untouched.
Then you search the connected garage and that’s when you make an unexpected discovery.
You find Peter and another unknown man both not quite entirely dressed, but that isn’t the disturbing part. The fact that they’re both dead is the disturbing part.
The garage itself is a bit of a mess, like there was definitely a struggle, and your brother’s body and the body of who you presume is his lover or client both show signs of blunt trauma. Looks like their necks were both broken to ultimately kill them though.
You aren’t sure what to think. You feel like you should be more upset than you are, but given what an asshole he was towards you earlier and what you’ve already had to experience, you’re not having feelings of sorrow. You’re actually more concerned with how this happened. There isn’t anyone else here to your knowledge and if it had been one of those things, the bodies would probably have bite marks. You suppose it could’ve been regular bandits or robbers, but you’d expect gunshot or even knife wounds and neither have that.
Also if it was bandits that killed them, you wonder why they wouldn’t take Peter’s car since his keys are still sitting on a dresser nearby. Whether Peter was planning on leaving himself or still looking for Ben’s hidden shelter (And if he found it or not) you’ll never know you suppose.
Feeling the fear of potential intruders in the house, you pull your pistol out and begin to search the rest of the house.
You head upstairs and cautiously search with your pistol drawn. Much like the downstairs though, you find that there isn’t anyone lurking up here. You even manage to find the courage to peek your head into Kelly’s room, but given how messy her usually room is, you don’t know if she’s ever returned here. You get the idea to call her up, but predictably there isn’t any answer. Who knows what’s happened to her.
Finally you end your search of the house by heading to the place where you started from, the basement. Again, not much looks different and fortunately there isn’t anyone down here either. Your own room is about the same as you left it. You shake your head that the though of all the bullshit you went through this week, only to end up back here. Makes you wonder why you bothered.
After a bit more perusal of your room, you head back upstairs to secure the ground floor as much as possible. You put chairs in front of the front and back doors. (As well as the one leading to the garage)
You also move a bookcase in front of some of the windows. It’s not the most fun thing to do and you bump and bang knees and elbows in the process, but it’s secure enough that you’re confident that if someone does try to get it, they’ll make such a loud noise in the process that you’ll at least wake up first.
As it starts to get darker, you decide to take your belongings to your old room in the basement where you figure you can turn on the lights without fear of someone potentially seeing them from the outside.
As you get resettled into your old room, you start to feel safer already. It’s odd that you should feel that way, but then this has always been your sanctuary. You do briefly worry about Johnny and if he’s going to try to track you down.
Well if he does show up, you’ll be ready for him. You aren’t completely defenseless after all. Besides, he’ll have to get through the military and those things never mind the fact that he doesn’t know where you live in the first place. (At least you don’t think he does)
Despite that, you’re going to try to remain positive. You make a plan to search for the shelter entrance in the backyard tomorrow and you figure if all else fails you can always take Peter’s car and try to make it out of town.
For now though, you’re going to enjoy a good night’s sleep in the safety of your own room.
Plus you’re also worried about staying here any longer than you have to since you’re still paranoid that the National Guard will be sending someone here to search for their missing in action comrades.
You go back to your room and grab your bags. You start to make your way towards the living room, but then you think that perhaps maybe going out the back door would be better since you don’t have to sneak past Johnny to do so.
The back door is still a wreck from today’s earlier attack. When you open it up you finally see the thing that was trying to get in. Looks human enough minus the bullet holes and the slightly feral facial features. You just hope there aren’t anymore currently lurking about though the nearby gunfire isn’t encouraging.
You make your way through the backyard and then go around the house and finally reach Donna’s car. You quickly load your bags in, worrying the whole time you’re going to get attacked by one of those things or Johnny suddenly waking up and running out the front door. You get the impression he’s not going to be happy to find you gone when he wakes up.
You get in the car and you actually manage to swing the car out into the street before you hear shouting and then fired upon. Despite the sounds of glass shattering behind you. You keep it together and just drive hoping that there aren’t too many of the guard in front of you.
It’s a false hope as you do indeed bump into more than a couple patrols with itchy trigger fingers. Some you try to avoid by going down other streets. Others are actually busy fighting off others. How you aren’t hit by any that do shoot at you is something of a minor miracle, but the car certainly doesn’t come through unscathed since by the time you manage to make out of Julie’s neighborhood, it’s making rattling sounds.
You continue to drive and try to keep off the main streets though with your car now making several clattering sounds you’re not exactly keeping a low profile.
“Just gotta make it home. I’ll be safe there.” You mumble to yourself.
Your drive there isn’t quite as eventful as your escape from Julie’s house, but it isn’t without peril. The National Guard isn’t quite as in control in your part of the town and there are far more of the rabid roaming around either chasing down normal people or attempting to break into houses. Most of them don’t attempt to attack you, or if they do, you just continue driving fast enough that they don’t get the chance.
By the time you get to your own house, your neighborhood is eerily quiet. There are definitely signs of past conflict all over the place, but there is nobody on the streets and most homes are not lit either. (Though you do see broken doors and windows on a lot of them) Fortunately your own house doesn’t look damaged (At least not from the front)
You half expect to get swarmed by crazies as soon as you park in front of your house, but you manage to get in the house with your bags.
“PETER?! Are you here?!” you call out when you get in the door and dump your bags on the floor. There is no answer, but then again maybe he’s already found the shelter.
The first thing you do is search the ground floor. Amazingly it doesn’t look like your house has been attacked at all. Even looking out into the backyard things look fairly untouched.
Then you search the connected garage and that’s when you make an unexpected discovery.
You find Peter and another unknown man both not quite entirely dressed, but that isn’t the disturbing part. The fact that they’re both dead is the disturbing part.
The garage itself is a bit of a mess, like there was definitely a struggle, and your brother’s body and the body of who you presume is his lover or client both show signs of blunt trauma. Looks like their necks were both broken to ultimately kill them though.
You aren’t sure what to think. You feel like you should be more upset than you are, but given what an asshole he was towards you earlier and what you’ve already had to experience, you’re not having feelings of sorrow. You’re actually more concerned with how this happened. There isn’t anyone else here to your knowledge and if it had been one of those things, the bodies would probably have bite marks. You suppose it could’ve been regular bandits or robbers, but you’d expect gunshot or even knife wounds and neither have that.
Also if it was bandits that killed them, you wonder why they wouldn’t take Peter’s car since his keys are still sitting on a dresser nearby. Whether Peter was planning on leaving himself or still looking for Ben’s hidden shelter (And if he found it or not) you’ll never know you suppose.
Feeling the fear of potential intruders in the house, you pull your pistol out and begin to search the rest of the house.
You head upstairs and cautiously search with your pistol drawn. Much like the downstairs though, you find that there isn’t anyone lurking up here. You even manage to find the courage to peek your head into Kelly’s room, but given how messy her usually room is, you don’t know if she’s ever returned here. You get the idea to call her up, but predictably there isn’t any answer. Who knows what’s happened to her.
Finally you end your search of the house by heading to the place where you started from, the basement. Again, not much looks different and fortunately there isn’t anyone down here either. Your own room is about the same as you left it. You shake your head that the though of all the bullshit you went through this week, only to end up back here. Makes you wonder why you bothered.
After a bit more perusal of your room, you head back upstairs to secure the ground floor as much as possible. You put chairs in front of the front and back doors. (As well as the one leading to the garage)
You also move a bookcase in front of some of the windows. It’s not the most fun thing to do and you bump and bang knees and elbows in the process, but it’s secure enough that you’re confident that if someone does try to get it, they’ll make such a loud noise in the process that you’ll at least wake up first.
As it starts to get darker, you decide to take your belongings to your old room in the basement where you figure you can turn on the lights without fear of someone potentially seeing them from the outside.
As you get resettled into your old room, you start to feel safer already. It’s odd that you should feel that way, but then this has always been your sanctuary. You do briefly worry about Johnny and if he’s going to try to track you down.
Well if he does show up, you’ll be ready for him. You aren’t completely defenseless after all. Besides, he’ll have to get through the military and those things never mind the fact that he doesn’t know where you live in the first place. (At least you don’t think he does)
Despite that, you’re going to try to remain positive. You make a plan to search for the shelter entrance in the backyard tomorrow and you figure if all else fails you can always take Peter’s car and try to make it out of town.
For now though, you’re going to enjoy a good night’s sleep in the safety of your own room.