Suzy’s Strange Saga
While you’re very tempted to kill her, the immediate threat at hand does present the need for every possible person to help even if that means throwing Helen to the zombies to buy yourself time if you need to.
“Alright, get up Helen, let’s go help Bobby.” You say offering a hand to help her up.
Helen looks up at you and takes your hand trustingly. When she stands up, she starts to look relieved, then she tenses up again when you go to Bobby’s clothing drawer to get the spare gun he mentioned yesterday.
“Relax, this is for the zombies, or whatever those things are.” You say.
“Oh.”
“Yeah, well don’t look too relieved Helen. After this is over, me and you are going to settle up.” You say.
“I…understand.” Helen says while nodding.
“Okay then, you first.” You say gesturing towards the door.
“Wait, aren’t you going to change?” Helen asks.
“Huh? Oh. No, it’s my fucking wedding day, why shouldn’t I wear my dress?”
“Um, okay then.”
Helen cautiously unlocks and opens the door. You both hear the sounds of gunfire and more glass breaking downstairs, this followed by shouting and inhuman growling.
“Suzy, I don’t have a weapon.” Helen remarks.
“Well I guess you’re just going to have to trust me to protect you, because I’m certainly not giving you one.” You say.
Defeated, Helen stops stalling and you both leave and proceed downstairs. (Making sure she’s in front of you of course) The growling, shouting and the gunfire get louder. As you head towards the center of the house, Helen freezes up in fear.
“Helen, move your ass! We don’t have…” you start to say and then suddenly one of the things bursts through the door in front of you and Helen. Helen screams and practically crumples to the floor in front of you in terror. Unfortunately for you the thing in question lunges over Helen and right at you!
You fall backwards and drop your gun in the process. You manage to keep it from biting your face off by at least pushing your forearms up across its neck. At this close range, it doesn’t look rotten, just very dirty looking and crazed. Still, undead or not, you don’t want to risk getting bit, let alone killed and eaten.
As you struggle with the creature on the floor, you briefly look desperately over the gun that you dropped and try to reach for it, but it’s just out your grasp. The thing nearly bites you again and tightens its grip on your arms in an attempt to immobilize you. Even your knees to its groin don’t help.
Then out the corner of your eye you see another hand reach for the gun.
“Shit.” You say knowing that this isn’t good.
Then a shot is fired into the side of the thing’s head and blood splatters on you, the floor and partially on the nearby wall.
You try to pull yourself out from under the corpse, but at this range Helen isn’t going to miss even if you could free yourself quickly.
You just give her a glaring look of hatred as she points the gun at you even if she does look like she doesn’t want to do it.
“I knew I should’ve killed your treacherous ass.” You say.
“I’m sorry Suzy, but I just can’t trust you, anymore than you can trust me. I wish this could’ve been different.” Helen responds
Before you have any more last words, Helen ends your life with several shots to your head.
“Alright, get up Helen, let’s go help Bobby.” You say offering a hand to help her up.
Helen looks up at you and takes your hand trustingly. When she stands up, she starts to look relieved, then she tenses up again when you go to Bobby’s clothing drawer to get the spare gun he mentioned yesterday.
“Relax, this is for the zombies, or whatever those things are.” You say.
“Oh.”
“Yeah, well don’t look too relieved Helen. After this is over, me and you are going to settle up.” You say.
“I…understand.” Helen says while nodding.
“Okay then, you first.” You say gesturing towards the door.
“Wait, aren’t you going to change?” Helen asks.
“Huh? Oh. No, it’s my fucking wedding day, why shouldn’t I wear my dress?”
“Um, okay then.”
Helen cautiously unlocks and opens the door. You both hear the sounds of gunfire and more glass breaking downstairs, this followed by shouting and inhuman growling.
“Suzy, I don’t have a weapon.” Helen remarks.
“Well I guess you’re just going to have to trust me to protect you, because I’m certainly not giving you one.” You say.
Defeated, Helen stops stalling and you both leave and proceed downstairs. (Making sure she’s in front of you of course) The growling, shouting and the gunfire get louder. As you head towards the center of the house, Helen freezes up in fear.
“Helen, move your ass! We don’t have…” you start to say and then suddenly one of the things bursts through the door in front of you and Helen. Helen screams and practically crumples to the floor in front of you in terror. Unfortunately for you the thing in question lunges over Helen and right at you!
You fall backwards and drop your gun in the process. You manage to keep it from biting your face off by at least pushing your forearms up across its neck. At this close range, it doesn’t look rotten, just very dirty looking and crazed. Still, undead or not, you don’t want to risk getting bit, let alone killed and eaten.
As you struggle with the creature on the floor, you briefly look desperately over the gun that you dropped and try to reach for it, but it’s just out your grasp. The thing nearly bites you again and tightens its grip on your arms in an attempt to immobilize you. Even your knees to its groin don’t help.
Then out the corner of your eye you see another hand reach for the gun.
“Shit.” You say knowing that this isn’t good.
Then a shot is fired into the side of the thing’s head and blood splatters on you, the floor and partially on the nearby wall.
You try to pull yourself out from under the corpse, but at this range Helen isn’t going to miss even if you could free yourself quickly.
You just give her a glaring look of hatred as she points the gun at you even if she does look like she doesn’t want to do it.
“I knew I should’ve killed your treacherous ass.” You say.
“I’m sorry Suzy, but I just can’t trust you, anymore than you can trust me. I wish this could’ve been different.” Helen responds
Before you have any more last words, Helen ends your life with several shots to your head.
