Suzy’s Strange Saga
Lilith’s right. Your choice is simple.
And that’s the one that doesn’t involve going somewhere with a pair of sociopaths and a shady corporation.
“Safest choice my firm ass it is.” You say to yourself.
Lilith’s psychobabble about you might’ve been a bit spot on in places, but it made you realize that not only is it not completely true, but that this past week you HAVE been making a concentrated effort to adapt to your surroundings.
True, you haven’t been successful at it for the most part, but you’ve survived this long in this fucked up week, so you must not be too terrible at it either. Having to fend for yourself isn’t fun, but then being alone isn’t exactly new to you.
In any case, you still don’t trust Lilith and begin looking around the house and there in the kitchen, you pick up a fairly large butcher knife. Actually it isn’t a knife so much as it’s a machete. One can only imagine what the hell it’s doing in their kitchen, but you can take a guess.
You at first wonder if you should go try to kill Lilith or something, but then you think that probably isn’t the best plan. It’s likely to just end in your demise at the hands of her guards or her brother. You’re not some close combat expert and despite what Lilith said about you possibly “exploding into a ball of violent rage” you actually don’t have so much hate for her that you want to kill her without provocation. She actually might be telling the truth about the shelter as well rather than have any sinister intent.
Still, you aren’t ready to take that chance either. While she has said she’ll just leave you in peace if decline the offer, you still have images of someone grabbing you, drugging you and taking you to the shelter against your will.
So that leaves one option. You’re going to go hide. The question is where though. Lilith’s upstairs, he brother is in the basement. You imagine if you hid somewhere on the ground floor, you’d get discovered pretty quickly…
It occurs to you, that you could just go out the backdoor and leave the premises for a while. You know they’re still in a hurry to get the hell out of here, chances are, they are not going to spend a whole lot of time looking for you, let alone looking for you off the grounds of the house.
So that’s what you do. You leave out the backdoor. Unfortunately the backyard has a high wooden fence so climbing it wouldn’t be the easiest thing to do (And chopping it with the machete, would just cause noise) and the gate leading to the side of the house is locked.
You see a shed, but you imagine that’s locked as well and it doesn’t seem like it would be a good place to hide. There are a couple trees in the yard and that’s when you notice that one of them has a few branches hanging over the fence.
The tree in question looks a lot easier to climb than the fence so you go up the tree which is slightly tricky with the machete still in your hand, but you soon make it to the branch you need to get to, drop the machete on the ground first and then drop down.
And promptly land wrong and twist the hell out of your ankle as you crumple to the ground.
“Fuck. Shit…” you start to curse until you stop yourself, when you hear a voice yelling on the other side of the fence.
“I dunno where your blonde lab rat is, go get your guards to look. I’m trying to look for my favorite machete! I thought I had it in the kitchen, but it’s not there. I’m going to check the shed.”
From your low angle and through the slats of the fence you can see Leslie walking towards his shed. Definitely turning back now as you’re most likely in possession of Leslie’s favorite machete and you really hope that this isn’t going to inspire a “hunt.”
You crawl away from the fence and the house as fast as you can. The pain in your ankle makes standing to “limp away” a bit more painful, but your desire to not get caught allows you to fight through it.
The high grass and the occasional bush or tree makes your escape into the “wilderness” slightly less nerve wracking since at least you aren’t in a completely open field where if they were looking for you, you would be an easy find.
Just as you think you’re getting far enough away, you hear a voice call out your name in the distance. You freeze and turn your head to look behind you, but you don’t see anyone. You still hear Lilith’s voice shouting for you from far away, but you guess that she’s just doing it from near the house rather than actively searching for you.
Eventually you cease hearing her call for you and you take a breather within a cluster of trees. Actually you think if you went any further, you’d probably start going into a forest which you’re prepared to do if you think anyone is actually going to come looking for you. For now though, you need to rest your ankle a bit.
A few moments pass and you don’t hear anything other than the occasional bird. A rabbit bounding nearby makes you jump a bit, but so far you don’t think anyone is coming out this way to look for you.
Still, you can’t tell if they’ve all left yet. You decide to be on the safe side, you’ll wait a little longer. No more than that though since you really don’t want to get caught out here in the dark.
So you wait, keeping your eyes and ears open. Really before now, you didn’t realize how rural of an area you lived in. You don’t think you’ve ever appreciated the outdoors before…and you still don’t now.
Time passes and still no sign of anyone heading your way. You decide they’ve probably left by now and it’s probably safe.
You ankle feels slightly better, but it still aches. As you try to keep your weight off of it and make your way back to the house, you suddenly hear rustling noise in the trees and bushes nearby. At first you think it’s another rabbit, but then you see exactly what it is
“Shit!” you exclaim when you see a wild looking man with an equally wild look in his eyes. He sees you and makes that awful animalistic noise you heard while you were locked away in the basement and then sprints straight for you.
Fear grips you, but you know you can’t outrun it with your ankle not being a hundred percent. Your only saving grace is you aren’t completely defenseless.
You barely have time to react by the time it lunges upon you. You manage to swing your blade and as luck would have it you sink the blade across the thing’s face while its mouth was wide open.
You weren’t strong enough to cleave its head off, but it can’t really bite you with a machete blade in the way either. Still, that doesn’t stop it from tackling you to the ground, not to mention the blade is now stuck half way through its head and you couldn’t really pull it out if you wanted to what with it being on top of you now.
With blood spray all over you and this thing still trying to kill you, you do the only thing you can think of: You push the flat edge of the blade on your side and the handle so the machete cuts deeper into the thing’s head. It makes horrible squeals and shrieks, and keeps attempting to claw at your face, blood, teeth, bits of flesh are spraying/falling on you, but you keep the pressure on until at last you successfully shove the blade all the way through and the top of it’s head come off.
After a bit more struggling, you get the thing completely off of you as it still attempts to kill you in its death throes. The thing continues to twitch and you’re busily looking around to make sure more of them aren’t coming or if the Morningstars are still around and heard all the noise. There doesn’t seem to be anyone else around though. By the way this thing was dressed he even looked like he might be a camper so hopefully it was just him in the woods.
You just realize you killed someone…well someTHING at any rate. You don’t feel bad, since it was more out of necessity. You get the impression you might be killing more of these things in the near future, so better you get used to it now.
You quicken your pace to the house though still proceeding cautiously as possible. You hug the back fence and slowly edge your way around to the front of the house and you see that the Ground Zero vehicle is gone, along with the two guards that were out front.
At least that’s one thing you don’t need to worry about.
You enter the house through the still open front door and check the ground floor and find nobody around. The place is still a mess though. You’re about to check the upstairs when you see a piece of paper attached to the refrigerator with your name written in big black marker. You take it and read.
Suzy,
Assuming you came back here, I just want to say I understand why you ran off like you did and I probably wouldn’t have completely trusted you if the roles were reversed. Still, it is a shame we didn’t get to say a proper goodbye to each other. Leslie was quite angry with your theft of his favorite machete, but I talked him out of attempting to hunt you down for it. Not like we even need it where we’re going.
Anyway, I imagine you should have power in this house for a couple days at least. There is food and drink in the fridge and in the cupboards. You’ll probably want to eat the stuff in the fridge first before the power goes out and spoilage occurs though.
Not sure if you’ll like some of it, but considering you liked the meatloaf, maybe you’ll like what’s in there.
Good luck Suzy, I certainly hope your foray into being a survivalist is successful. I mean that. You’re going to have to really push yourself and prepare for what is coming, but I think you’ve got a shot.
Lilith Morningstar
P.S.
The other patients are still locked in the rooms in the basement. There are four of them in total and have already very likely broken their restraints by now. As I have said before, the doors should be more than enough to contain them and you should be safe from them as long as you don’t open the rooms.
Well that was certainly a thoughtful note to you.
You sit down for a second thinking of what to do next. You thought that maybe you’d try to barricade this house up and stay here, but now you’re wondering if you shouldn’t just leave considering you’ve got four of those things clawing to get out of the basement. You to come to the conclusion that you might stay here another day tops and that’s only to just search this place of anything useful and then you’re heading out to well, you don’t know where exactly, but you’re going to continue to play this by ear.
For right now though, you really need to wash up. You’re covered in blood, gore, dirt and generally feel really gross. You really don’t want to use the shower in that room you were in during your time in the basement of this place though. You head upstairs in the hopes of finding another bathroom and sure enough you find one.
Lilith’s clothes are a slightly bigger size, but you can’t afford to be choosey since your own clothes are a bloody mess and it doesn’t make much sense changing back into them.
During all this, you continue to keep your wits about you. Still afraid that something may pop up to attack at any time. By the time you’re out of the shower, night is beginning to fall.
While you would’ve liked to have gotten started on searching the house you’re a little wary of turning on the lights in this house since it might very well attract more attention than you want. You do gather up a duffle bag that Lilith apparently decided not to use and plan to use that as your container for your search tomorrow.
Given that you’re staying here the night, you need to secure this house as much as you can. You lock the back door and the basement door. (And trying to ignore the noises you hear coming from down there) You then shove a sofa in front of the ruined front door. It’s not much, but if those things try to come in, you’ll most likely hear it at least.
You also realize you haven’t eaten all day, so you look in the fridge and grab something that looks similar to the meatloaf you ate yesterday since you don’t feel like making a decision.
“Hm, Lil and Les really liked their meatloaf I guess.” You say and eat the stuff in the dark. (At least you don’t need to look at it this time) Tastes okay.
You’re up for quite awhile paranoid about every noise you hear. However, you know you can’t stay awake all night despite your paranoia.
You head back upstairs to one of the bedrooms and close the door. You then shove a dresser in front of it. Best you can do.
You then flop down on the bed and reluctantly let sleep take you.
And that’s the one that doesn’t involve going somewhere with a pair of sociopaths and a shady corporation.
“Safest choice my firm ass it is.” You say to yourself.
Lilith’s psychobabble about you might’ve been a bit spot on in places, but it made you realize that not only is it not completely true, but that this past week you HAVE been making a concentrated effort to adapt to your surroundings.
True, you haven’t been successful at it for the most part, but you’ve survived this long in this fucked up week, so you must not be too terrible at it either. Having to fend for yourself isn’t fun, but then being alone isn’t exactly new to you.
In any case, you still don’t trust Lilith and begin looking around the house and there in the kitchen, you pick up a fairly large butcher knife. Actually it isn’t a knife so much as it’s a machete. One can only imagine what the hell it’s doing in their kitchen, but you can take a guess.
You at first wonder if you should go try to kill Lilith or something, but then you think that probably isn’t the best plan. It’s likely to just end in your demise at the hands of her guards or her brother. You’re not some close combat expert and despite what Lilith said about you possibly “exploding into a ball of violent rage” you actually don’t have so much hate for her that you want to kill her without provocation. She actually might be telling the truth about the shelter as well rather than have any sinister intent.
Still, you aren’t ready to take that chance either. While she has said she’ll just leave you in peace if decline the offer, you still have images of someone grabbing you, drugging you and taking you to the shelter against your will.
So that leaves one option. You’re going to go hide. The question is where though. Lilith’s upstairs, he brother is in the basement. You imagine if you hid somewhere on the ground floor, you’d get discovered pretty quickly…
It occurs to you, that you could just go out the backdoor and leave the premises for a while. You know they’re still in a hurry to get the hell out of here, chances are, they are not going to spend a whole lot of time looking for you, let alone looking for you off the grounds of the house.
So that’s what you do. You leave out the backdoor. Unfortunately the backyard has a high wooden fence so climbing it wouldn’t be the easiest thing to do (And chopping it with the machete, would just cause noise) and the gate leading to the side of the house is locked.
You see a shed, but you imagine that’s locked as well and it doesn’t seem like it would be a good place to hide. There are a couple trees in the yard and that’s when you notice that one of them has a few branches hanging over the fence.
The tree in question looks a lot easier to climb than the fence so you go up the tree which is slightly tricky with the machete still in your hand, but you soon make it to the branch you need to get to, drop the machete on the ground first and then drop down.
And promptly land wrong and twist the hell out of your ankle as you crumple to the ground.
“Fuck. Shit…” you start to curse until you stop yourself, when you hear a voice yelling on the other side of the fence.
“I dunno where your blonde lab rat is, go get your guards to look. I’m trying to look for my favorite machete! I thought I had it in the kitchen, but it’s not there. I’m going to check the shed.”
From your low angle and through the slats of the fence you can see Leslie walking towards his shed. Definitely turning back now as you’re most likely in possession of Leslie’s favorite machete and you really hope that this isn’t going to inspire a “hunt.”
You crawl away from the fence and the house as fast as you can. The pain in your ankle makes standing to “limp away” a bit more painful, but your desire to not get caught allows you to fight through it.
The high grass and the occasional bush or tree makes your escape into the “wilderness” slightly less nerve wracking since at least you aren’t in a completely open field where if they were looking for you, you would be an easy find.
Just as you think you’re getting far enough away, you hear a voice call out your name in the distance. You freeze and turn your head to look behind you, but you don’t see anyone. You still hear Lilith’s voice shouting for you from far away, but you guess that she’s just doing it from near the house rather than actively searching for you.
Eventually you cease hearing her call for you and you take a breather within a cluster of trees. Actually you think if you went any further, you’d probably start going into a forest which you’re prepared to do if you think anyone is actually going to come looking for you. For now though, you need to rest your ankle a bit.
A few moments pass and you don’t hear anything other than the occasional bird. A rabbit bounding nearby makes you jump a bit, but so far you don’t think anyone is coming out this way to look for you.
Still, you can’t tell if they’ve all left yet. You decide to be on the safe side, you’ll wait a little longer. No more than that though since you really don’t want to get caught out here in the dark.
So you wait, keeping your eyes and ears open. Really before now, you didn’t realize how rural of an area you lived in. You don’t think you’ve ever appreciated the outdoors before…and you still don’t now.
Time passes and still no sign of anyone heading your way. You decide they’ve probably left by now and it’s probably safe.
You ankle feels slightly better, but it still aches. As you try to keep your weight off of it and make your way back to the house, you suddenly hear rustling noise in the trees and bushes nearby. At first you think it’s another rabbit, but then you see exactly what it is
“Shit!” you exclaim when you see a wild looking man with an equally wild look in his eyes. He sees you and makes that awful animalistic noise you heard while you were locked away in the basement and then sprints straight for you.
Fear grips you, but you know you can’t outrun it with your ankle not being a hundred percent. Your only saving grace is you aren’t completely defenseless.
You barely have time to react by the time it lunges upon you. You manage to swing your blade and as luck would have it you sink the blade across the thing’s face while its mouth was wide open.
You weren’t strong enough to cleave its head off, but it can’t really bite you with a machete blade in the way either. Still, that doesn’t stop it from tackling you to the ground, not to mention the blade is now stuck half way through its head and you couldn’t really pull it out if you wanted to what with it being on top of you now.
With blood spray all over you and this thing still trying to kill you, you do the only thing you can think of: You push the flat edge of the blade on your side and the handle so the machete cuts deeper into the thing’s head. It makes horrible squeals and shrieks, and keeps attempting to claw at your face, blood, teeth, bits of flesh are spraying/falling on you, but you keep the pressure on until at last you successfully shove the blade all the way through and the top of it’s head come off.
After a bit more struggling, you get the thing completely off of you as it still attempts to kill you in its death throes. The thing continues to twitch and you’re busily looking around to make sure more of them aren’t coming or if the Morningstars are still around and heard all the noise. There doesn’t seem to be anyone else around though. By the way this thing was dressed he even looked like he might be a camper so hopefully it was just him in the woods.
You just realize you killed someone…well someTHING at any rate. You don’t feel bad, since it was more out of necessity. You get the impression you might be killing more of these things in the near future, so better you get used to it now.
You quicken your pace to the house though still proceeding cautiously as possible. You hug the back fence and slowly edge your way around to the front of the house and you see that the Ground Zero vehicle is gone, along with the two guards that were out front.
At least that’s one thing you don’t need to worry about.
You enter the house through the still open front door and check the ground floor and find nobody around. The place is still a mess though. You’re about to check the upstairs when you see a piece of paper attached to the refrigerator with your name written in big black marker. You take it and read.
Suzy,
Assuming you came back here, I just want to say I understand why you ran off like you did and I probably wouldn’t have completely trusted you if the roles were reversed. Still, it is a shame we didn’t get to say a proper goodbye to each other. Leslie was quite angry with your theft of his favorite machete, but I talked him out of attempting to hunt you down for it. Not like we even need it where we’re going.
Anyway, I imagine you should have power in this house for a couple days at least. There is food and drink in the fridge and in the cupboards. You’ll probably want to eat the stuff in the fridge first before the power goes out and spoilage occurs though.
Not sure if you’ll like some of it, but considering you liked the meatloaf, maybe you’ll like what’s in there.
Good luck Suzy, I certainly hope your foray into being a survivalist is successful. I mean that. You’re going to have to really push yourself and prepare for what is coming, but I think you’ve got a shot.
Lilith Morningstar
P.S.
The other patients are still locked in the rooms in the basement. There are four of them in total and have already very likely broken their restraints by now. As I have said before, the doors should be more than enough to contain them and you should be safe from them as long as you don’t open the rooms.
Well that was certainly a thoughtful note to you.
You sit down for a second thinking of what to do next. You thought that maybe you’d try to barricade this house up and stay here, but now you’re wondering if you shouldn’t just leave considering you’ve got four of those things clawing to get out of the basement. You to come to the conclusion that you might stay here another day tops and that’s only to just search this place of anything useful and then you’re heading out to well, you don’t know where exactly, but you’re going to continue to play this by ear.
For right now though, you really need to wash up. You’re covered in blood, gore, dirt and generally feel really gross. You really don’t want to use the shower in that room you were in during your time in the basement of this place though. You head upstairs in the hopes of finding another bathroom and sure enough you find one.
Lilith’s clothes are a slightly bigger size, but you can’t afford to be choosey since your own clothes are a bloody mess and it doesn’t make much sense changing back into them.
During all this, you continue to keep your wits about you. Still afraid that something may pop up to attack at any time. By the time you’re out of the shower, night is beginning to fall.
While you would’ve liked to have gotten started on searching the house you’re a little wary of turning on the lights in this house since it might very well attract more attention than you want. You do gather up a duffle bag that Lilith apparently decided not to use and plan to use that as your container for your search tomorrow.
Given that you’re staying here the night, you need to secure this house as much as you can. You lock the back door and the basement door. (And trying to ignore the noises you hear coming from down there) You then shove a sofa in front of the ruined front door. It’s not much, but if those things try to come in, you’ll most likely hear it at least.
You also realize you haven’t eaten all day, so you look in the fridge and grab something that looks similar to the meatloaf you ate yesterday since you don’t feel like making a decision.
“Hm, Lil and Les really liked their meatloaf I guess.” You say and eat the stuff in the dark. (At least you don’t need to look at it this time) Tastes okay.
You’re up for quite awhile paranoid about every noise you hear. However, you know you can’t stay awake all night despite your paranoia.
You head back upstairs to one of the bedrooms and close the door. You then shove a dresser in front of it. Best you can do.
You then flop down on the bed and reluctantly let sleep take you.