Suzy’s Strange Saga
Things aren’t going to “calm down”, they’re just going to get worse if anything. You’ve already had too many intruders inside this house, staying here obviously isn’t safe even if you do barricade it. You need to get out now.
“Julie get some bags and start packing items like flashlights and the like because we’re getting the hell out of here.” You say.
“But again, where are we going to go?” she asks.
“And I still don’t know, but I’m thinking we need to at least get out of this town though. From there I guess we’ll play it by ear. Your car is still at the shop so we’re going to have to use Donna’s. Do you know if Donna had a spare set of car keys? When I had to…clean up, it wasn’t like she was clothed at the time so there wasn’t anything on her.”
“She probably left her keys on a dresser in her room when she first stormed in the house on Monday. I’ll check. Speaking of Donna, what are you going to do about her? I mean you were going to bury her, but now?”
“Yeah, I’m sort of wishing I’d buried her first instead of the asshole that killed her now. I dunno, I mean there just isn’t time. (Sigh) Fuck it, she’s just an empty shell now, the person that she was is gone and we need to make haste if we don’t want to end up like her, so let’s start getting a move on.”
Julie and you both split up to pack your bags. 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 are ready to go.
“Julie, are you ready yet and did you find the keys?!” you call up to her.
“Yeah, yeah I’m just making sure I got everything!” she calls back.
You hear more gunfire coming from outside which sounds like its right outside the front door. A quick look out the window and you do see several guardsmen firing on those crazy people running at them. It looks like the National Guard have set up a bit of a “base” in one of the houses further up the street. You just hope you can drive off without too much problem. You’re going to have to be quick that’s for sure.
Julie comes running down the stairs with two bags and a big luggage case.
“Julie, what the hell, I told you to just focus on the essentials!”
“I did! I need all this…shit!” Julie says and trips down the stairs due to all the stuff she’s trying to lug around and going at a fast pace. You attempt to keep her from breaking her neck by getting in the way of her fall. You’re partially successful though getting crushed by a tumbling body and heavy bags isn’t fun.
“Fuck…shit…goddamn…” you utter as you feel the pain. Surprisingly Julie doesn’t seem any worse for wear.
“Wow. That was lucky. Thanks Suzy.” She says in a bit of an animated tone. You look at her eyes and see that her pupils dilated.
“Julie are you fucking high right now?”
“Uh…I don’t know…”
“Goddamnit Julie, really?”
“I needed a little to take the edge off! I mean I’ve been practically sober for the past few days and I needed something to keep myself from breaking down completely! I’ve already proven I’m no good in these high stress situations and now we’re going to enter a whole new level of fucked upness by leaving this house! I’m sorry if I’m not as strong as you!”
You don’t really have time to argue with Julie about this right now, but she might have a point. If drugs are going to keep her from melting down into a quivering mess then maybe it is for the best that she’s a little high. The funny thing is before all this happened you were the one that was a bit more of a worrywart and Julie tended to have a more laid back approach to life. Just goes to show how one can never tell how people will react in an emergency situation.
“Alright fine, but we’re going to deal with this later and where are the car keys? I’ll be damned if I’m going to let you drive in your condition.”
Grabbing the keys from Julie, you pick yourself up and grab your own bags and cautiously open the front door.
“Alright we need to throw these bags in the back of car as quick as possible and then drive off equally as fast. These weekend warriors are patrolling all over this neighborhood and who knows where those rabid things are.”
You and Julie run over to the car and open up the doors and start throwing in your bags. Takes a moment for Julie to shove in her big luggage case, but she gets it in. The pair of you then get in the front seats of the car and you start up the car.
You actually manage to swing the car out into the street before you hear shouting and then fired upon. Julie screams as the sounds of glass shatter behind you from the bullets. 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 and Julie 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.
“Oh god! I knew we shouldn’t have left! The car’s gonna die and then so will we!” Julie shouts.
“Julie take some more of your happy pills or calm the fuck down, I’m trying to think! Shit! There’s some of those things!” you say as you smash the car into two insane looking individuals that just jumped out of nowhere. One goes flying off to the side and the other falls backwards in front of your car, which then promptly runs over him entirely.
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.
“We’re never going to make it out of this town! Not with the car in this condition! We need to go back!” Julie exclaims.
“We can’t go back now Julie! I told you to take some more of… whatever it is you take and let me try to fucking think!” you say while trying to keep an eye on your immediate surroundings.
“Okay. I’m thinking that we’re currently not too far from my house. I suppose we could go there and try to help Peter look for my brother’s shelter and hold up in there. At the very least we could exchange cars there. I’m sure Peter isn’t going to have any intention on using his.
Julie doesn’t really answer you, she’s too busy digging in her pockets for pills. You decide to just go ahead and head to your house.
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 instead your only major concern is herding Julie’s high ass to the front door and getting inside with all the bags you’re both carrying.
“PETER?! Are you here?!” you call out when you get in the door since you saw his vehicle in the driveway. There is no answer though. You dump all your bags on the floor while Julie practically just collapses on the floor with her bags.
You help her up and lay her down on the sofa and see that she’s feeling quite numb now, though she still tries to grip on to you when you pull away.
“Suzy, don’t leave me…please…”
“Julie, I have to see if Peter’s in the house or if it’s just us. I won’t be that far away.”
“Suzy…I’m sorry I’m so fucked up…I don’t know what…I would’ve done if you weren’t around…”
“Julie, just rest right now.”
With this last bit of reassurance Julie faintly smiles and closes her eyes.
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 wish you hadn’t.
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 you’ve already experienced you’ve become desensitized. 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.
In any event you have the means to leave immediately if you so desire which given the uneasiness of this situation might not be a bad idea, but then again it’s starting to get dark so it still might be best to bunk here for the night at least.
“Julie get some bags and start packing items like flashlights and the like because we’re getting the hell out of here.” You say.
“But again, where are we going to go?” she asks.
“And I still don’t know, but I’m thinking we need to at least get out of this town though. From there I guess we’ll play it by ear. Your car is still at the shop so we’re going to have to use Donna’s. Do you know if Donna had a spare set of car keys? When I had to…clean up, it wasn’t like she was clothed at the time so there wasn’t anything on her.”
“She probably left her keys on a dresser in her room when she first stormed in the house on Monday. I’ll check. Speaking of Donna, what are you going to do about her? I mean you were going to bury her, but now?”
“Yeah, I’m sort of wishing I’d buried her first instead of the asshole that killed her now. I dunno, I mean there just isn’t time. (Sigh) Fuck it, she’s just an empty shell now, the person that she was is gone and we need to make haste if we don’t want to end up like her, so let’s start getting a move on.”
Julie and you both split up to pack your bags. 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 are ready to go.
“Julie, are you ready yet and did you find the keys?!” you call up to her.
“Yeah, yeah I’m just making sure I got everything!” she calls back.
You hear more gunfire coming from outside which sounds like its right outside the front door. A quick look out the window and you do see several guardsmen firing on those crazy people running at them. It looks like the National Guard have set up a bit of a “base” in one of the houses further up the street. You just hope you can drive off without too much problem. You’re going to have to be quick that’s for sure.
Julie comes running down the stairs with two bags and a big luggage case.
“Julie, what the hell, I told you to just focus on the essentials!”
“I did! I need all this…shit!” Julie says and trips down the stairs due to all the stuff she’s trying to lug around and going at a fast pace. You attempt to keep her from breaking her neck by getting in the way of her fall. You’re partially successful though getting crushed by a tumbling body and heavy bags isn’t fun.
“Fuck…shit…goddamn…” you utter as you feel the pain. Surprisingly Julie doesn’t seem any worse for wear.
“Wow. That was lucky. Thanks Suzy.” She says in a bit of an animated tone. You look at her eyes and see that her pupils dilated.
“Julie are you fucking high right now?”
“Uh…I don’t know…”
“Goddamnit Julie, really?”
“I needed a little to take the edge off! I mean I’ve been practically sober for the past few days and I needed something to keep myself from breaking down completely! I’ve already proven I’m no good in these high stress situations and now we’re going to enter a whole new level of fucked upness by leaving this house! I’m sorry if I’m not as strong as you!”
You don’t really have time to argue with Julie about this right now, but she might have a point. If drugs are going to keep her from melting down into a quivering mess then maybe it is for the best that she’s a little high. The funny thing is before all this happened you were the one that was a bit more of a worrywart and Julie tended to have a more laid back approach to life. Just goes to show how one can never tell how people will react in an emergency situation.
“Alright fine, but we’re going to deal with this later and where are the car keys? I’ll be damned if I’m going to let you drive in your condition.”
Grabbing the keys from Julie, you pick yourself up and grab your own bags and cautiously open the front door.
“Alright we need to throw these bags in the back of car as quick as possible and then drive off equally as fast. These weekend warriors are patrolling all over this neighborhood and who knows where those rabid things are.”
You and Julie run over to the car and open up the doors and start throwing in your bags. Takes a moment for Julie to shove in her big luggage case, but she gets it in. The pair of you then get in the front seats of the car and you start up the car.
You actually manage to swing the car out into the street before you hear shouting and then fired upon. Julie screams as the sounds of glass shatter behind you from the bullets. 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 and Julie 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.
“Oh god! I knew we shouldn’t have left! The car’s gonna die and then so will we!” Julie shouts.
“Julie take some more of your happy pills or calm the fuck down, I’m trying to think! Shit! There’s some of those things!” you say as you smash the car into two insane looking individuals that just jumped out of nowhere. One goes flying off to the side and the other falls backwards in front of your car, which then promptly runs over him entirely.
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.
“We’re never going to make it out of this town! Not with the car in this condition! We need to go back!” Julie exclaims.
“We can’t go back now Julie! I told you to take some more of… whatever it is you take and let me try to fucking think!” you say while trying to keep an eye on your immediate surroundings.
“Okay. I’m thinking that we’re currently not too far from my house. I suppose we could go there and try to help Peter look for my brother’s shelter and hold up in there. At the very least we could exchange cars there. I’m sure Peter isn’t going to have any intention on using his.
Julie doesn’t really answer you, she’s too busy digging in her pockets for pills. You decide to just go ahead and head to your house.
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 instead your only major concern is herding Julie’s high ass to the front door and getting inside with all the bags you’re both carrying.
“PETER?! Are you here?!” you call out when you get in the door since you saw his vehicle in the driveway. There is no answer though. You dump all your bags on the floor while Julie practically just collapses on the floor with her bags.
You help her up and lay her down on the sofa and see that she’s feeling quite numb now, though she still tries to grip on to you when you pull away.
“Suzy, don’t leave me…please…”
“Julie, I have to see if Peter’s in the house or if it’s just us. I won’t be that far away.”
“Suzy…I’m sorry I’m so fucked up…I don’t know what…I would’ve done if you weren’t around…”
“Julie, just rest right now.”
With this last bit of reassurance Julie faintly smiles and closes her eyes.
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 wish you hadn’t.
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 you’ve already experienced you’ve become desensitized. 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.
In any event you have the means to leave immediately if you so desire which given the uneasiness of this situation might not be a bad idea, but then again it’s starting to get dark so it still might be best to bunk here for the night at least.