Suzy’s Strange Saga
You’ve never used a spear before, so you aren’t even sure if you’d use something like that effectively. Better to stick with something you’re used to.
Jack puts on one of the furs as well and grabs his axe and the pair of you are out the door. The sun shines down and you feel the cold wind blow.
“Shit, even with these furs on I forgot how cold it was.” You say.
“We’ll get another big fire started when we get back.” Jack says.
“I’ll look forward to it, so which way?”
“Oh to the left and then past some trees, it’s not hard to find.”
You and Jack make your way to the infamous outhouse. You both look around periodically, but see nothing dangerous.
Eventually you get to your goal and it looks exactly like you thought it would.
“Well this is it.” You say.
“I’ll be out here. Keeping a look out.” Jack responds.
You enter the outhouse and endure the unavoidable. Thankfully Jack makes no attempt to speak to you while you’re inside.
Eventually you come out and start putting your hands in the snow. Jack watches you and then goes back to looking around.
“Well, wasn’t as bad as I thought, I’m still missing modern plumbing though. Wish we had soap too.” You say.
“I guess if you want to sanitize your hands even more I suppose you could pour some of that mead we have at the cabin on them.”
“Will that work?”
“It’s got alcohol in it, I assume it can’t hurt. You ready to go?”
“Yeah, you see anything out here?”
“Nah, just a few more of those white rabbits I always see hopping around.”
As you and Jack make your way back to the cabin, you and he speak on if either one of you knows anything about hunting. You of course know nothing, Jack says he’s not much better, though he thinks maybe you both could start making simple traps or something, especially given that there are obviously rabbits around here to be caught.
“Wish we had the Internet so we could at least look all this shit up. God, I really miss the Internet…I think this is the longest I’ve been without it and I suppose those days are over as well.” You say as you approach the cabin.
“Oh, you don’t know. We’re still just stuck out here in the wilderness, like I said, maybe there is Internet and hover cars somewhere else.”
“Love that optimism Jack…” you say chuckling and heading towards the door.
“Hey Suzy, wait is that blood in the snow?”
You and Jack both stop a few feet away from the cabin, you’re still closest to the door, which suddenly swings open.
Before you, you see a man with a good amount of facial hair and wearing several furs and clothing much more suited for this sort of weather.
He’s not completely standing upright, but is in a somewhat stooped position as if wounded which judging from the blood in the snow is probably the case. While it’s difficult to tell his facial expression due to the hair, his eyes are wide as if he’s surprised, desperate or possibly even afraid. Maybe a mixture of all three.
The major thing you see however is the crossbow he’s holding and pointing at you and Jack.
The man shouts something at you in a language you don’t understand and before you can duck or get out of the way he fires a bolt and at this range his aim is still sound. You feel the piecing object go into your heart and you fall to the ground.
Jack screams your name and attacks the man who is desperately attempting to reload his crossbow.
You however never know if Jack avenges your death.
Jack puts on one of the furs as well and grabs his axe and the pair of you are out the door. The sun shines down and you feel the cold wind blow.
“Shit, even with these furs on I forgot how cold it was.” You say.
“We’ll get another big fire started when we get back.” Jack says.
“I’ll look forward to it, so which way?”
“Oh to the left and then past some trees, it’s not hard to find.”
You and Jack make your way to the infamous outhouse. You both look around periodically, but see nothing dangerous.
Eventually you get to your goal and it looks exactly like you thought it would.
“Well this is it.” You say.
“I’ll be out here. Keeping a look out.” Jack responds.
You enter the outhouse and endure the unavoidable. Thankfully Jack makes no attempt to speak to you while you’re inside.
Eventually you come out and start putting your hands in the snow. Jack watches you and then goes back to looking around.
“Well, wasn’t as bad as I thought, I’m still missing modern plumbing though. Wish we had soap too.” You say.
“I guess if you want to sanitize your hands even more I suppose you could pour some of that mead we have at the cabin on them.”
“Will that work?”
“It’s got alcohol in it, I assume it can’t hurt. You ready to go?”
“Yeah, you see anything out here?”
“Nah, just a few more of those white rabbits I always see hopping around.”
As you and Jack make your way back to the cabin, you and he speak on if either one of you knows anything about hunting. You of course know nothing, Jack says he’s not much better, though he thinks maybe you both could start making simple traps or something, especially given that there are obviously rabbits around here to be caught.
“Wish we had the Internet so we could at least look all this shit up. God, I really miss the Internet…I think this is the longest I’ve been without it and I suppose those days are over as well.” You say as you approach the cabin.
“Oh, you don’t know. We’re still just stuck out here in the wilderness, like I said, maybe there is Internet and hover cars somewhere else.”
“Love that optimism Jack…” you say chuckling and heading towards the door.
“Hey Suzy, wait is that blood in the snow?”
You and Jack both stop a few feet away from the cabin, you’re still closest to the door, which suddenly swings open.
Before you, you see a man with a good amount of facial hair and wearing several furs and clothing much more suited for this sort of weather.
He’s not completely standing upright, but is in a somewhat stooped position as if wounded which judging from the blood in the snow is probably the case. While it’s difficult to tell his facial expression due to the hair, his eyes are wide as if he’s surprised, desperate or possibly even afraid. Maybe a mixture of all three.
The major thing you see however is the crossbow he’s holding and pointing at you and Jack.
The man shouts something at you in a language you don’t understand and before you can duck or get out of the way he fires a bolt and at this range his aim is still sound. You feel the piecing object go into your heart and you fall to the ground.
Jack screams your name and attacks the man who is desperately attempting to reload his crossbow.
You however never know if Jack avenges your death.
