Suzy’s Strange Saga
You’re going to be at a severe disadvantage if you run away, better to just get this over with and if you die today, then you die.
Ignoring any pain you might still have with your ankle, you sprint for the shotgun. Jed at this point doesn’t bother pants anymore and goes to grab the shotgun. Seeing that he’ll easily beat you to it, you throw the machete at him.
It’s enough to cause him to jump and stumble when he thinks it’s going to hit him, which is enough time to grab the shotgun, unfortunately just not enough time to shoot Jed with it.
“Fuckin’ bitch!” Jed says and elbows you in the side of the head. You try to hang on to the shotgun, but he manages to pull it away from you and then kicks you to the ground.
You hear a racking sound of the shotgun and you don’t look up. While you’re certainly scared, you’re angrier that you failed more than anything else.
“I remember you…you were Miss sick weren’t you? You don’t seem so sick now. In fact you don’t even seem like the crazies in town. Guess you had a big laugh about pullin’ one over on me huh? LOOK AT ME!”
You look up, but maintain a defiant look in your eye as Jed continues to point his shotgun at you.
“Oh. Still the tough bitch huh? Well it don’t mean shit and it ain’t gonna change shit. Tell ya what though, I didn’t get to finish up with my current girlfriend over there and as you can see my dick’s still hard. Suck me off like the whore you are and MAYBE you might get a quick death.” Jed says.
You take a brief look at Jed’s filthy dick and look back up and smile.
“Jed, you better just shove that shotgun barrel in my face and pull the trigger because that’s the only thing you’re getting in my mouth and blowing a load in. It would at least be a lot more spectacular than what’s actually between your legs.”
Jed’s face nearly becomes red with rage.
“Yer gonna WISH I blew your head off, you cunt!” Jed says and he pulls the shotgun up and then flips it around to use the butt of it smash you in the head. He’s not quite quick enough though since you manage to shield your face with your hands. Still it’s enough to knock you back to the ground in pain.
“Where the fuck is that machete.” Jed says and grabs it from the ground before approaching you with it one hand and still holding the shotgun in the other.
“Been awhile since I fucked an amputee, guess we’ll see if I can cum before you bleed out…”
Jed in his haste to “teach you a lesson” has completely ignored the fact that he is no longer restraining the crazy woman he was violating. You see the thing recover and get up from it’s previous vulnerable position.
“You sure you want to do this Jed? Think your girlfriend is jealous.” You say.
“Wha…AGH!” Jed says and turns just in time for the crazed townie to bite Jed between the neck and shoulder.
He drops the shotgun and swings the machete in an attempt to kill the rabid woman. While they struggle you scramble and grab the shotgun.
Jed manages to fight off the rabid woman and finishes her off with a chop to her neck.
“Aww, I was rooting for her.” You say.
Jed turns around and sees you pointing the shotgun at him. He doesn’t look scared.
“What, you think I’m scared because you’re pointing a gun at me? Ain’t the first time I’ve had one pointed at me blondie.” He says.
“Heh, blondie now is it? Not whore, bitch, cunt, or whatever other unimaginative name you’ve called me before? I may not have been doing this as long as you have, but it seems like someone is scared.”
“Pfft, you don’t even know how to use that thing, the fucking safety is on you dumb bitch.”
You pull the trigger and literally blow his balls off. The kickback hurts your arm, but it’s a lot less pain than what you imagine Jed is feeling right now.
Jed howls on the ground in agony and you walk over near him.
“Did you actually expect I was going to fall for that like in a movie? Get me to check like an idiot and give you just enough time to possibly rush me? I just heard you rack this fucking shotgun not a few seconds ago. Not to mention with the time you spent playing with rabid girl over there, I would have had more than enough time to take the safety off and that’s even if this particular shotgun HAD a safety feature on it to begin with which it doesn’t!” You say.
Jed just looks at you with a mixture of pain and disbelief that you would even know that much about a gun.
“I know, brains and beauty. It’s a curse sometimes, but after this week I’m starting to get the hang of it.” You say and blast Jed into oblivion.
The first thing you do is keep an eye on your immediate surroundings. You, Jed and crazy woman made a hell of a lot of noise. Who knows what the hell might have been attracted. Not to mention the last thing you need is Hugo to have heard all of this and come running out. You seem to be okay for now though.
The second thing you do is search Jed’s body or what’s left of it for keys to the truck. It’s a gory mess and the only thing you succeed in doing is getting your hands bloody. You do remember seeing Hugo getting out of the driver’s side, so you imagine he’s probably the one that has them.
“Well, he was going to be next anyway.” you say and head back towards the house.
Once again you enter the house with caution. You get the feeling Hugo didn’t hear anything outside or if he did, he’s too pre-occupied with shit in the basement. Come to think of it, you haven’t heard another blast and you know there are at least two more of those things down there, then again you’ve been a little pre-occupied as well.
You make your way to the stairs leading to the basement. You aren’t hearing anything at all, which makes all the more scary.
“Made it this far by yourself Suzy, you can finish this…” you say and descend.
You get to the bottom floor of the basement and just looking down the corridor, you see several of the doors are open. No sign of Hugo or the “patients” though.
You head down the corridor fully ready for anything about to leap out at you. You look into the first room with the door open and see nothing. In fact, this is your old room.
The next two rooms obviously housed “patients.” One of those patients is laying dead face down half in the doorway. The other is still in his room and hadn’t even broken his restraints.
You notice the next room is empty, but the door looks like it was broken open from the inside. It would seem these rooms weren’t as secure as Lilith thought. It is at this point you notice splatters of blood all over the floor and a trail of it leading to the last open door which again looks broken from the outside.
You slowly peek around the corner.
There you see one of the patients lying near the entryway with his head twisted all the way around and blood around his mouth. His teeth are clenched in a creepy death grin and you also notice the remnants of a couple fingers still gripped in it.
It would appear Hugo didn’t get a chance to shoot this one.
Another patient lies further in the room with its brains bashed into the floor. It also has blood around it’s mouth and in this case nails too.
Finally you see Hugo sitting up against a wall with his shotgun nearby on the floor. He doesn’t look so great though. He’s clearly wounded very badly. It looks like he’s holding his stomach, which he is bleeding out of and you already know he’s lost some fingers.
When he looks up at you. He doesn’t even go for his gun, he just stares…with one eye. He apparently lost one of those too.
“HUGO HURT BAD.” He says.
Either he doesn’t recognize you, he doesn’t think you’re a threat, or is too concerned about his injuries.
“Yeah, doesn’t look too good.” You answer, Hugo still makes no move to the shotgun despite you walking in.
“YOU THE SICK PRETTY LADY.” Hugo says finally recognizing you.
“Yeah, well I got better.”
“DOC CAN MAKE HUGO BETTER.”
“Doc’s not here.”
Hugo at this point winces in pain and coughs up some blood.
Hugo is just a retard; he probably doesn’t even know he does bad things. You imagine his brother Jed has been manipulating him all his life.
It might even be tragic under normal circumstances.
“YOU SEE JED? JED MAKE HUGO BETTER.”
“Sure I’ve seen him, I’ll take you to him.”
You point the shotgun at Hugo who doesn’t even really realize the gravity of the situation and with a mixture of avenging angel and angel of mercy you pull the trigger and put Hugo out of his misery.
Probably quicker than he deserved, but it got the job done.
You exit the room feeling a bit drained. You weren’t really expecting to do all this the first thing you got up this morning, but you handled it about as well as you could have.
It’s amazing how much someone can change and what they’re capable of within just a few days. You just killed two people this time and granted they deserved it, you still feel a little weird that you aren’t sick about it or something. Maybe Lilith was right. Maybe you are capable of great violence without a second thought.
The jury is still out on that since as far you’re concerned you haven’t killed any innocent people, just two people who fucked with you. In any case you’re a far cry from that “good girl” who hid in the basement.
Speaking of basements, you decide to check out the rest of this one since you’re down here. You don’t find much though except one large room that is obviously where Leslie did all his “experiments.” Looks like he took most of his stuff and left a couple of dead bodies on his table behind. You don’t really stay long due to the smell, which is pretty awful.
You leave the basement with a second shotgun and Hugo’s truck keys.
You spend the rest of the day looting the house for any potential worthwhile items. The Morningstars left surprisingly a lot of every useful items behind, but then again they’re going to be in a nice safe shelter so there really wasn’t any need you suppose.
You pack what bags you can find full of stuff until you feel you have enough. After doing that you take a break to wash up again and eat. You grab something out of the fridge that looks like lasagna.
It doesn’t taste like any lasagna you’ve ever had, but then again you’ve only ever eaten the microwavable kind, so that might be why it tastes a hell of a lot better. Leslie might’ve been a horrible human being, but damn if he wasn’t a good cook.
As the sun starts to go down, you wonder if you should leave or stay one more night and leave in the morning. You ultimately decide now that you’re a lot better armed, you can probably afford to stay one more night. You don’t know if you’ll get to sleep on a proper bed again.
Once again you take all the proper precautions of securing the house as much as you can and once again end with pushing the dresser to block the door of the bedroom before turning in to sleep.
A little less reluctantly this time given that you have two shotguns and as well as a machete for protection now.
Ignoring any pain you might still have with your ankle, you sprint for the shotgun. Jed at this point doesn’t bother pants anymore and goes to grab the shotgun. Seeing that he’ll easily beat you to it, you throw the machete at him.
It’s enough to cause him to jump and stumble when he thinks it’s going to hit him, which is enough time to grab the shotgun, unfortunately just not enough time to shoot Jed with it.
“Fuckin’ bitch!” Jed says and elbows you in the side of the head. You try to hang on to the shotgun, but he manages to pull it away from you and then kicks you to the ground.
You hear a racking sound of the shotgun and you don’t look up. While you’re certainly scared, you’re angrier that you failed more than anything else.
“I remember you…you were Miss sick weren’t you? You don’t seem so sick now. In fact you don’t even seem like the crazies in town. Guess you had a big laugh about pullin’ one over on me huh? LOOK AT ME!”
You look up, but maintain a defiant look in your eye as Jed continues to point his shotgun at you.
“Oh. Still the tough bitch huh? Well it don’t mean shit and it ain’t gonna change shit. Tell ya what though, I didn’t get to finish up with my current girlfriend over there and as you can see my dick’s still hard. Suck me off like the whore you are and MAYBE you might get a quick death.” Jed says.
You take a brief look at Jed’s filthy dick and look back up and smile.
“Jed, you better just shove that shotgun barrel in my face and pull the trigger because that’s the only thing you’re getting in my mouth and blowing a load in. It would at least be a lot more spectacular than what’s actually between your legs.”
Jed’s face nearly becomes red with rage.
“Yer gonna WISH I blew your head off, you cunt!” Jed says and he pulls the shotgun up and then flips it around to use the butt of it smash you in the head. He’s not quite quick enough though since you manage to shield your face with your hands. Still it’s enough to knock you back to the ground in pain.
“Where the fuck is that machete.” Jed says and grabs it from the ground before approaching you with it one hand and still holding the shotgun in the other.
“Been awhile since I fucked an amputee, guess we’ll see if I can cum before you bleed out…”
Jed in his haste to “teach you a lesson” has completely ignored the fact that he is no longer restraining the crazy woman he was violating. You see the thing recover and get up from it’s previous vulnerable position.
“You sure you want to do this Jed? Think your girlfriend is jealous.” You say.
“Wha…AGH!” Jed says and turns just in time for the crazed townie to bite Jed between the neck and shoulder.
He drops the shotgun and swings the machete in an attempt to kill the rabid woman. While they struggle you scramble and grab the shotgun.
Jed manages to fight off the rabid woman and finishes her off with a chop to her neck.
“Aww, I was rooting for her.” You say.
Jed turns around and sees you pointing the shotgun at him. He doesn’t look scared.
“What, you think I’m scared because you’re pointing a gun at me? Ain’t the first time I’ve had one pointed at me blondie.” He says.
“Heh, blondie now is it? Not whore, bitch, cunt, or whatever other unimaginative name you’ve called me before? I may not have been doing this as long as you have, but it seems like someone is scared.”
“Pfft, you don’t even know how to use that thing, the fucking safety is on you dumb bitch.”
You pull the trigger and literally blow his balls off. The kickback hurts your arm, but it’s a lot less pain than what you imagine Jed is feeling right now.
Jed howls on the ground in agony and you walk over near him.
“Did you actually expect I was going to fall for that like in a movie? Get me to check like an idiot and give you just enough time to possibly rush me? I just heard you rack this fucking shotgun not a few seconds ago. Not to mention with the time you spent playing with rabid girl over there, I would have had more than enough time to take the safety off and that’s even if this particular shotgun HAD a safety feature on it to begin with which it doesn’t!” You say.
Jed just looks at you with a mixture of pain and disbelief that you would even know that much about a gun.
“I know, brains and beauty. It’s a curse sometimes, but after this week I’m starting to get the hang of it.” You say and blast Jed into oblivion.
The first thing you do is keep an eye on your immediate surroundings. You, Jed and crazy woman made a hell of a lot of noise. Who knows what the hell might have been attracted. Not to mention the last thing you need is Hugo to have heard all of this and come running out. You seem to be okay for now though.
The second thing you do is search Jed’s body or what’s left of it for keys to the truck. It’s a gory mess and the only thing you succeed in doing is getting your hands bloody. You do remember seeing Hugo getting out of the driver’s side, so you imagine he’s probably the one that has them.
“Well, he was going to be next anyway.” you say and head back towards the house.
Once again you enter the house with caution. You get the feeling Hugo didn’t hear anything outside or if he did, he’s too pre-occupied with shit in the basement. Come to think of it, you haven’t heard another blast and you know there are at least two more of those things down there, then again you’ve been a little pre-occupied as well.
You make your way to the stairs leading to the basement. You aren’t hearing anything at all, which makes all the more scary.
“Made it this far by yourself Suzy, you can finish this…” you say and descend.
You get to the bottom floor of the basement and just looking down the corridor, you see several of the doors are open. No sign of Hugo or the “patients” though.
You head down the corridor fully ready for anything about to leap out at you. You look into the first room with the door open and see nothing. In fact, this is your old room.
The next two rooms obviously housed “patients.” One of those patients is laying dead face down half in the doorway. The other is still in his room and hadn’t even broken his restraints.
You notice the next room is empty, but the door looks like it was broken open from the inside. It would seem these rooms weren’t as secure as Lilith thought. It is at this point you notice splatters of blood all over the floor and a trail of it leading to the last open door which again looks broken from the outside.
You slowly peek around the corner.
There you see one of the patients lying near the entryway with his head twisted all the way around and blood around his mouth. His teeth are clenched in a creepy death grin and you also notice the remnants of a couple fingers still gripped in it.
It would appear Hugo didn’t get a chance to shoot this one.
Another patient lies further in the room with its brains bashed into the floor. It also has blood around it’s mouth and in this case nails too.
Finally you see Hugo sitting up against a wall with his shotgun nearby on the floor. He doesn’t look so great though. He’s clearly wounded very badly. It looks like he’s holding his stomach, which he is bleeding out of and you already know he’s lost some fingers.
When he looks up at you. He doesn’t even go for his gun, he just stares…with one eye. He apparently lost one of those too.
“HUGO HURT BAD.” He says.
Either he doesn’t recognize you, he doesn’t think you’re a threat, or is too concerned about his injuries.
“Yeah, doesn’t look too good.” You answer, Hugo still makes no move to the shotgun despite you walking in.
“YOU THE SICK PRETTY LADY.” Hugo says finally recognizing you.
“Yeah, well I got better.”
“DOC CAN MAKE HUGO BETTER.”
“Doc’s not here.”
Hugo at this point winces in pain and coughs up some blood.
Hugo is just a retard; he probably doesn’t even know he does bad things. You imagine his brother Jed has been manipulating him all his life.
It might even be tragic under normal circumstances.
“YOU SEE JED? JED MAKE HUGO BETTER.”
“Sure I’ve seen him, I’ll take you to him.”
You point the shotgun at Hugo who doesn’t even really realize the gravity of the situation and with a mixture of avenging angel and angel of mercy you pull the trigger and put Hugo out of his misery.
Probably quicker than he deserved, but it got the job done.
You exit the room feeling a bit drained. You weren’t really expecting to do all this the first thing you got up this morning, but you handled it about as well as you could have.
It’s amazing how much someone can change and what they’re capable of within just a few days. You just killed two people this time and granted they deserved it, you still feel a little weird that you aren’t sick about it or something. Maybe Lilith was right. Maybe you are capable of great violence without a second thought.
The jury is still out on that since as far you’re concerned you haven’t killed any innocent people, just two people who fucked with you. In any case you’re a far cry from that “good girl” who hid in the basement.
Speaking of basements, you decide to check out the rest of this one since you’re down here. You don’t find much though except one large room that is obviously where Leslie did all his “experiments.” Looks like he took most of his stuff and left a couple of dead bodies on his table behind. You don’t really stay long due to the smell, which is pretty awful.
You leave the basement with a second shotgun and Hugo’s truck keys.
You spend the rest of the day looting the house for any potential worthwhile items. The Morningstars left surprisingly a lot of every useful items behind, but then again they’re going to be in a nice safe shelter so there really wasn’t any need you suppose.
You pack what bags you can find full of stuff until you feel you have enough. After doing that you take a break to wash up again and eat. You grab something out of the fridge that looks like lasagna.
It doesn’t taste like any lasagna you’ve ever had, but then again you’ve only ever eaten the microwavable kind, so that might be why it tastes a hell of a lot better. Leslie might’ve been a horrible human being, but damn if he wasn’t a good cook.
As the sun starts to go down, you wonder if you should leave or stay one more night and leave in the morning. You ultimately decide now that you’re a lot better armed, you can probably afford to stay one more night. You don’t know if you’ll get to sleep on a proper bed again.
Once again you take all the proper precautions of securing the house as much as you can and once again end with pushing the dresser to block the door of the bedroom before turning in to sleep.
A little less reluctantly this time given that you have two shotguns and as well as a machete for protection now.