Suzy’s Strange Saga
Things are too hot out there right now. The National Guard is parked firmly in the neighborhood; you wouldn’t have a chance to get past them.
No, the best thing to do is barricade yourself in. You have enough supplies to last the remainder of the week you think.
“Okay, let’s block the doors and windows the best we can. Those shots might have the National Guard over here again, but at least we can point to a viable target this time.” You say.
“What about your… um sister?” Julie asks.
“(Sigh) Shit. I dunno. She’s all wrapped up in bags right now, I guess I’ll just throw her in the garbage can out in your backyard. It’s near the door, so I won’t have to linger too long.”
“You really want to throw her away like that?”
“No, I don’t fucking want to throw away my sister like she was just day old meatloaf, but I don’t have many other options right now and if we are going to be stuck in this house for who knows how many days on end, I don’t want my sister’s chopped up corpse sharing it with us! Now start pushing shit against the front door and block the windows!”
While Julie goes to follow your orders, you head back down in the basement to grab your sister’s remains. It takes two trips and a lot of paranoia, but you manage to get her all in the trash can without anything else attacking you or the military coming to check up on you again. You do hear a lot more shooting though, so you’re guessing that maybe they’re too occupied with something else. You finish up by shoving the refrigerator in front of the back door.
Julie meanwhile is trying her best. She’s got the front door barricaded well enough, but the windows leave something to be desired.
“Julie, anyone could crash through those windows right now. Don’t you have like hammer and nails or something laying around?” you ask.
“No, and I don’t have a bunch of wooden planks either. Why the hell would I have that shit? I don’t sit around thinking about how to best protect my home against a possible zombie attack!” Julie answers. Her state of agitation is vastly increasing under the pressure.
“I don’t think they’re dead…nevermind doesn’t matter. (Sigh) Okay, you’re obviously stressed. Why don’t you take a break and I’ll handle this. I’ll try to figure out a way to better barricade this place.”
Julie doesn’t need you to say anymore and she immediately runs upstairs. You imagine she’s probably going to pop some pills or something to mellow her out. At this point as long as she stays out of your way, you’ll be able to get what you need to do accomplished.
You spend a good amount of time shoving as much furniture as you can in front of most of the ground floor windows. Something could definitely still break them and with enough force they’d probably eventually knock through the furniture, but you’re confident that you’d at least have enough time to do something about it before they got in completely.
Still, the gunfire and yelling from outside hasn’t stopped the whole time you’re doing this, there are a couple points where you hear some explosions too, so you’re not exactly feeling completely relaxed about this situation.
You then start packing “get a away” bags with as many useful items as you can, just in case you need to leave in a hurry. One of your bags that you brought hasn’t even been opened and is still full of clothing. You fill your other bags with more useful items like some of the non-perishable snack food Julie has, the duct tape you were using, a few of the bigger kitchen knives, loose batteries, some of the medicine in the bathroom, etc.
You then finish up with packing a few more of your personal items and then think if you do need to leave in a hurry, it probably would be best if you could drive out of here.
You head upstairs and start calling for Julie, but when you find her, she’s laying on her bed in a semi-conscious state. She took something to calm herself just as you figured.
“Julie! Julie! Does Donna have a spare set of car keys?” you ask.
“Mgh…huh…come to bed…” she says.
“Julie! I need to know if Donna had spare keys to her car!” you shout.
“I dunno…yeah…prob…dresser…” Julie utters and starts to become even less coherent.
Seeing that she’s going to be of no more use for the rest of the day, you search Donna’s room for her car keys and fortunately Julie was correct in that they were on the dresser.
By this point, night has fallen and while the gunfire has lessened, you still hear the occasional shot. You’re a little tired from all the running around and other activity you’ve been doing to today, not to mention you’re still wearing the clothing that you cleaned your sister up in. As much as you’re hesitant to let your guard down, you absolutely feel the need to clean up.
After a quick shower, you return to being on guard for something to happen. Anything. Julie of course is peacefully asleep and oblivious to anything that’s going on at this time.
You peek out one of the second floor windows and see Guardsmen still patrolling, but it doesn’t look like there’s as many any more and you see a pile of what are probably bodies a little up the block. It does look like things have quieted down a bit, around here anyway. Who knows about the rest of the town.
You wonder if you shouldn’t sneak out and leave while things are quieter, but Julie’s not in any condition to leave now. And as inept as she’s been today, you can’t just abandon her. You’ve just lost your sister, you’re not going to lose your best friend as well.
You stay up late past midnight staying alert, but nothing happens. You wander back and forth through the house until eventually even you can’t fight off the sleep and you return to your room and close your eyes for just a moment…
No, the best thing to do is barricade yourself in. You have enough supplies to last the remainder of the week you think.
“Okay, let’s block the doors and windows the best we can. Those shots might have the National Guard over here again, but at least we can point to a viable target this time.” You say.
“What about your… um sister?” Julie asks.
“(Sigh) Shit. I dunno. She’s all wrapped up in bags right now, I guess I’ll just throw her in the garbage can out in your backyard. It’s near the door, so I won’t have to linger too long.”
“You really want to throw her away like that?”
“No, I don’t fucking want to throw away my sister like she was just day old meatloaf, but I don’t have many other options right now and if we are going to be stuck in this house for who knows how many days on end, I don’t want my sister’s chopped up corpse sharing it with us! Now start pushing shit against the front door and block the windows!”
While Julie goes to follow your orders, you head back down in the basement to grab your sister’s remains. It takes two trips and a lot of paranoia, but you manage to get her all in the trash can without anything else attacking you or the military coming to check up on you again. You do hear a lot more shooting though, so you’re guessing that maybe they’re too occupied with something else. You finish up by shoving the refrigerator in front of the back door.
Julie meanwhile is trying her best. She’s got the front door barricaded well enough, but the windows leave something to be desired.
“Julie, anyone could crash through those windows right now. Don’t you have like hammer and nails or something laying around?” you ask.
“No, and I don’t have a bunch of wooden planks either. Why the hell would I have that shit? I don’t sit around thinking about how to best protect my home against a possible zombie attack!” Julie answers. Her state of agitation is vastly increasing under the pressure.
“I don’t think they’re dead…nevermind doesn’t matter. (Sigh) Okay, you’re obviously stressed. Why don’t you take a break and I’ll handle this. I’ll try to figure out a way to better barricade this place.”
Julie doesn’t need you to say anymore and she immediately runs upstairs. You imagine she’s probably going to pop some pills or something to mellow her out. At this point as long as she stays out of your way, you’ll be able to get what you need to do accomplished.
You spend a good amount of time shoving as much furniture as you can in front of most of the ground floor windows. Something could definitely still break them and with enough force they’d probably eventually knock through the furniture, but you’re confident that you’d at least have enough time to do something about it before they got in completely.
Still, the gunfire and yelling from outside hasn’t stopped the whole time you’re doing this, there are a couple points where you hear some explosions too, so you’re not exactly feeling completely relaxed about this situation.
You then start packing “get a away” bags with as many useful items as you can, just in case you need to leave in a hurry. One of your bags that you brought hasn’t even been opened and is still full of clothing. You fill your other bags with more useful items like some of the non-perishable snack food Julie has, the duct tape you were using, a few of the bigger kitchen knives, loose batteries, some of the medicine in the bathroom, etc.
You then finish up with packing a few more of your personal items and then think if you do need to leave in a hurry, it probably would be best if you could drive out of here.
You head upstairs and start calling for Julie, but when you find her, she’s laying on her bed in a semi-conscious state. She took something to calm herself just as you figured.
“Julie! Julie! Does Donna have a spare set of car keys?” you ask.
“Mgh…huh…come to bed…” she says.
“Julie! I need to know if Donna had spare keys to her car!” you shout.
“I dunno…yeah…prob…dresser…” Julie utters and starts to become even less coherent.
Seeing that she’s going to be of no more use for the rest of the day, you search Donna’s room for her car keys and fortunately Julie was correct in that they were on the dresser.
By this point, night has fallen and while the gunfire has lessened, you still hear the occasional shot. You’re a little tired from all the running around and other activity you’ve been doing to today, not to mention you’re still wearing the clothing that you cleaned your sister up in. As much as you’re hesitant to let your guard down, you absolutely feel the need to clean up.
After a quick shower, you return to being on guard for something to happen. Anything. Julie of course is peacefully asleep and oblivious to anything that’s going on at this time.
You peek out one of the second floor windows and see Guardsmen still patrolling, but it doesn’t look like there’s as many any more and you see a pile of what are probably bodies a little up the block. It does look like things have quieted down a bit, around here anyway. Who knows about the rest of the town.
You wonder if you shouldn’t sneak out and leave while things are quieter, but Julie’s not in any condition to leave now. And as inept as she’s been today, you can’t just abandon her. You’ve just lost your sister, you’re not going to lose your best friend as well.
You stay up late past midnight staying alert, but nothing happens. You wander back and forth through the house until eventually even you can’t fight off the sleep and you return to your room and close your eyes for just a moment…