Suzy’s Strange Saga
You might not be in the best condition right now, but you’re not going off with some stranger. You don’t know who this woman is and with your luck she could be some psycho.
“No, I’m okay. I’ll make it on my own.” You say.
“Are you sure? You really don’t look well.” The woman says.
“I said I’m fine.” You say starting to get agitated.
“Alright, alright, just trying to help. I’ll go.” The woman says and steps away.
As the woman goes back to her large black truck, you survey the immediate area and see that your accident isn’t being paid much attention to. Other vehicles are merely driving by and nearby onlookers lose interest. You look over at the other vehicle on the far end of the street that slammed into you. The front end of that one is trashed and the driver has gone half way through the windshield. He’s a bloody mess and isn’t moving.
The first thing you need to do is get your bearings, because you don’t even know where the hell you’re at right now.
You walk away from your vehicle, nearly falling a couple times until you lean up against the side of a building. You really feel woozy. You’re starting to wonder if you shouldn’t have taken the woman up on her offer.
You try to ask a few people that are nearby where you are and they just brush you off. None of them offer to help you and one of them actually snarls like some sort of animal. The people in this town really have lost their damn minds.
Since you don’t know where you’re at and you’re not exactly thinking clearly, you employ a simple plan of just going in a straight direction until you start to recognize something. It’s about all you can do at this point.
Along the way, you get to see up close just how bad the town is getting. And it’s even scarier now that you’re not even within the safety of a vehicle. You attempt to maintain a low profile and hasten your pace, but it’s a little difficult to do since you’re limping along.
Eventually you see a park a block ahead of you and instantly recognize it. It’s actually the same place you met Bobby once upon a time. You sort of wish he was here right now.
You think you can make it to Julie’s from the park, that would probably be your best bet since you were told the hospital was sort of screwed and going home is probably a longer walk. She’s probably got more than enough painkillers there anyway.
With this new goal in mind, you press onwards toward the park thinking you just might make this after all.
Then several gunshots ring out. You don’t even know from what direction, you just duck behind a nearby-parked car.
You hear shouting and shooting. You peek your head up just enough to see three armed men in animal masks running towards your direction, but shooting in the other.
You duck your head back down when you see one catch a bullet to the head. From your cover, you hear another one cry out and the falling of a body.
The third one however jumps over the hood of the car you’re hiding behind…
You freeze as the bunny masked man stares directly at you.
“You’ll do.” He says and grabs you. You try to resist, but after a couple pistol-whips to your face, you become more limp and he picks you up.
“Alright! You pigs better not fuckin’ shoot or I’ll blow this yellow haired bitch’s brains out.” He shouts holding you up in front of him and pointing his pistol at your head.
In your blurry vision you can see several police officers in front of you with their weapons drawn.
You’ve got the masked man shouting near your ear, the cops are shouting back and you just wish you weren’t here anymore. The past few days have been just plain shitty and they’re obviously not going to get any better. With your luck, you’ll get shot and not even die right away because that’s certainly how this week has been going.
Well not if you can help it. You’ve still got some control over your destiny.
“Just shoot the motherfucker.” You utter and start squirming causing the criminal to start grabbing you tighter.
“Shut the fuck up bitch!” he shouts.
“Just shoot you fucking pigs! Look at this shithole town, do you think anyone’s really going to question you if a civilian gets caught in the crossfire anymore? Just fucking shoot!”
The cops at this point briefly look at each other and nod, they aren’t even telling you to calm down. Maybe they already planned to just shoot anyway. Good.
“Fuck this!” the masked man shouts and starts firing on the cops, who return fire immediately.
You’re hit several times during their shoot out with the masked man and finally something goes your way, you die instantly.
“No, I’m okay. I’ll make it on my own.” You say.
“Are you sure? You really don’t look well.” The woman says.
“I said I’m fine.” You say starting to get agitated.
“Alright, alright, just trying to help. I’ll go.” The woman says and steps away.
As the woman goes back to her large black truck, you survey the immediate area and see that your accident isn’t being paid much attention to. Other vehicles are merely driving by and nearby onlookers lose interest. You look over at the other vehicle on the far end of the street that slammed into you. The front end of that one is trashed and the driver has gone half way through the windshield. He’s a bloody mess and isn’t moving.
The first thing you need to do is get your bearings, because you don’t even know where the hell you’re at right now.
You walk away from your vehicle, nearly falling a couple times until you lean up against the side of a building. You really feel woozy. You’re starting to wonder if you shouldn’t have taken the woman up on her offer.
You try to ask a few people that are nearby where you are and they just brush you off. None of them offer to help you and one of them actually snarls like some sort of animal. The people in this town really have lost their damn minds.
Since you don’t know where you’re at and you’re not exactly thinking clearly, you employ a simple plan of just going in a straight direction until you start to recognize something. It’s about all you can do at this point.
Along the way, you get to see up close just how bad the town is getting. And it’s even scarier now that you’re not even within the safety of a vehicle. You attempt to maintain a low profile and hasten your pace, but it’s a little difficult to do since you’re limping along.
Eventually you see a park a block ahead of you and instantly recognize it. It’s actually the same place you met Bobby once upon a time. You sort of wish he was here right now.
You think you can make it to Julie’s from the park, that would probably be your best bet since you were told the hospital was sort of screwed and going home is probably a longer walk. She’s probably got more than enough painkillers there anyway.
With this new goal in mind, you press onwards toward the park thinking you just might make this after all.
Then several gunshots ring out. You don’t even know from what direction, you just duck behind a nearby-parked car.
You hear shouting and shooting. You peek your head up just enough to see three armed men in animal masks running towards your direction, but shooting in the other.
You duck your head back down when you see one catch a bullet to the head. From your cover, you hear another one cry out and the falling of a body.
The third one however jumps over the hood of the car you’re hiding behind…
You freeze as the bunny masked man stares directly at you.
“You’ll do.” He says and grabs you. You try to resist, but after a couple pistol-whips to your face, you become more limp and he picks you up.
“Alright! You pigs better not fuckin’ shoot or I’ll blow this yellow haired bitch’s brains out.” He shouts holding you up in front of him and pointing his pistol at your head.
In your blurry vision you can see several police officers in front of you with their weapons drawn.
You’ve got the masked man shouting near your ear, the cops are shouting back and you just wish you weren’t here anymore. The past few days have been just plain shitty and they’re obviously not going to get any better. With your luck, you’ll get shot and not even die right away because that’s certainly how this week has been going.
Well not if you can help it. You’ve still got some control over your destiny.
“Just shoot the motherfucker.” You utter and start squirming causing the criminal to start grabbing you tighter.
“Shut the fuck up bitch!” he shouts.
“Just shoot you fucking pigs! Look at this shithole town, do you think anyone’s really going to question you if a civilian gets caught in the crossfire anymore? Just fucking shoot!”
The cops at this point briefly look at each other and nod, they aren’t even telling you to calm down. Maybe they already planned to just shoot anyway. Good.
“Fuck this!” the masked man shouts and starts firing on the cops, who return fire immediately.
You’re hit several times during their shoot out with the masked man and finally something goes your way, you die instantly.
