Better to stay put and surprise attack him that way. Quite frankly if you don’t get the drop on him, you’re probably not going to get the chance to run anyway.

You get the closet and hide in the extra niche space within it. Hugo comes kicking in the door, he wanders in and probably looks around the room first, and then you attack hoping you kill him before he shoots you.

You took out one of those rabid things by yourself and that was pretty dangerous right? You can do this. You can do this. You can do this.

You convince yourself as you wait in a closet to ambush a large and heavily armed retarded redneck rapist…

You wait, still hearing Hugo clomping around and probably knocking shit over if the sounds are any indication. You also start hearing some shouting outside. You can’t tell what’s going on, but you’re more focused what’s going on inside.

At any time, you expect to hear the sound of boots loudly stomping up the stairs, but you don’t, in fact the sounds of Hugo’s stomping get faint and soon you’re not hearing it at all.

At first you think maybe he went back outside, but then it occurs to you that Jed told Hugo to look for Leslie. And if Leslie were here, he’d probably be in the basement so that might be where Hugo went.

You cautiously come out of the closet and try to listen for Hugo, but the only thing you’re hearing now is Jed making “whooping” noises as well as shrieking. You peek out the window again just to see what the hell is going on.

You see the girl that was in the bed of the truck now bent over the tailgate and Jed raping her. Her arms are still tied behind her back, but she’s not unconscious anymore. She’s obviously squirming and making the shrieking sounds you heard before. Something isn’t right though, and it’s not just the whole rape thing. The noise that this woman is making doesn’t entirely sound…well “natural.”

You think she might be one of those crazies. That doesn’t seem to bother Jed however, he just keeps laughing and punches her in the back of the head every once in a while to “calm” her. His shotgun is leaning up against the side of the truck. You guess he got over the idea of “catching” something.

You shake your head at this fucked up situation and then suddenly you hear a shotgun blast from within the house.

You then remember there are still four of those things locked up in those rooms in the basement. You have no idea if Hugo’s just opened up one of the doors and killed one, or they’ve gotten out on their own though. You don’t hear another gunshot, so you also don’t know if he successfully killed it or it (or they) possibly got him.

Meanwhile the shot briefly get Jed’s attention and he actually stops raping for one minute, but then he quickly goes back to it and starts shouting at the crazed woman.

“Hah! Sounds like my brother just put another one of you crazy bitches down!” he exclaims and then slams her face into the bed of the truck.

Well it seems like both brothers are suitably distracted and divided which is the best situation you’re going to get.

Ideally, you’d take out Jed first and grab his shotgun. The only problem is there is no way you can really sneak up on him since his line of sight is directly in front of the house. Walking out the front door even quietly as possible and even with him in the middle of his rape of one of the rabid, if he sees you, it won’t take him long to grab his shotgun and open fire.

Hugo on the other hand might very well already be dead for all you know. If he is, that doesn’t necessarily mean things are going to be any easier with one of those insane people or possibly more than one lurking around free in the basement. Even if he isn’t dead, the same problem arises that you’re going to have when you thought he might come up the stairs. Might even be harder given the corridors don’t allow for many places to hide and he’s going to be more alert now.

Whether Hugo is alive or there are a group of cannibals eating him right now, you still feel like Jed would be easier for you to deal with armed only with a machete.

You move the dresser and cautiously leave the bedroom. You continually keep looking around as you head towards the stairs.

You make your way down the stairs and try to keep your head low so you don’t possibly get seen through one of the broken windows.

The front door is wide open and you can see Jed with the girl. Right now he’s got his head down and isn’t paying attention to what could be in front of him, he’s too busy slamming his dick into crazy woman and keeping her from getting away from him.

As quickly and as quietly as you can, you slip out the front door and hide behind one of the front porch pillars. You think if you’re quick enough you could make it to hide behind the front Lilith’s vehicle and then from there just crawl alongside that vehicle to Jed’s vehicle, grab the shotgun and you’re home free.

You peek around the pillar and see Jed’s still engrossed in his activity. You immediately make the attempt…

Then another shotgun blast emanates from the house just as you’re a the bottom of the front stairs causing you to stumble a bit and Jed to look up.

Your eyes meet.

“SHIT!” pair of you shout and Jed starts fumbling with his dick and pants.

You MIGHT make it if you make a sprint to grab the shotgun, but then again you might not and not getting it, means game over.

You’ve probably got a better chance if you run back into the house, but in that case you’re going to be playing a game of cat and mouse with him and considering you just heard a second gunshot, it would seem Hugo is probably alive too.
> You run for the shotgun
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.
> Next day…
SATURDAY

You wake up to the sound of a noisy vehicle outside. You waste no time in springing to your feet.

You cautiously peek out the window and see a military truck pulling up behind Jed’s vehicle.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Is fate just determined to make my life more hell than it needs to be?” you say to yourself.

You then see a familiar figure getting out of the truck and carrying a rifle. He looks around and then wastes no time in running to the house.

“Bobby?” you say and then go move the dresser. By the time you’ve gotten out the door, you hear him downstairs kicking over the sofa in the front door entryway and calling out your name.

“SUZY! SUZY!” he shouts in a panic as you hear him knocking over shit in an effort to look for you.
“I’m right here and you’re lucky it’s just me, because anyone else would’ve long since blown your head off with the way you’re announcing yourself by now.” You say coming down the stairs.

When you see Bobby, he definitely looks like he’s seen better days, but when Bobby sees you he drops his weapon and his face is one of extreme elation. Like a great weight has been lifted off of him by seeing you. He rushes forward to presumably hug you and you immediately pull your own shotgun up.

“Alright, stop.” You say.
“Wha…it’s me! Bobby!” he exclaims.
“Yeah, I know who you are silly, I’m just wondering WHY you’re here. Who else is with you?” you ask.
“Nobody! It’s just me! Suzy, just put the gun down, I’m…”
“I don’t think so, after the week I’ve had I’m not too fucking keen on just putting my weapon down. Besides we didn’t part exactly on the best of terms or have you forgotten?”
“I know! I know! I was an asshole about that! I didn’t mean any of that shit I said! I was a big fucking asshole and you were right the whole time! I should’ve realized sooner that you were always the one for me and that I should’ve made the sacrifice for you because you’re completely worth it and I still love you”
“And…what? You just realized this today?”
“No! I realized it soon after my aunt called telling me she had you over here.”
“Wait, didn’t she call you on Tuesday? I was drugged and held against my will by your psycho aunt and uncle and you didn’t think to come here sooner?”
“I…it took me awhile to sort out my feelings…I was still confused…”

You can’t believe this!

“Took you awhile to sort out your feelings?! Confused? Are you fucking kidding me?! That’s your excuse?”
“It’s no excuse! That’s how it was! I thought there was no chance again with you given how bad we broke up! And besides, I’m sure my aunt told you how I pleaded for your life. It’s probably why you’re still alive.”
“Yeah, okay fine I’ll give you that. Your groveling probably kept me alive initially, but if you REALLY wanted to come here and play white knight and save the damsel, you REALLY should’ve got here fucking sooner! Do you even know what the fuck I’ve had to deal with here for past three days?”
“No, but I really did try to get here sooner! Seriously I did!”
“Oh yes, sorting out your feelings and probably getting one last fuck from Diana…”
“Hey! For your information I killed Diana.”

Well Bobby’s peaked your interest enough that you lower your shotgun.

“Wait, you killed that bitch?” you ask.
“Well it wasn’t on purpose, but yeah I accidently killed her when I was trying to leave the compound. I told her to either the hell out of the way or I was going through that gate anyway. Never believed she wouldn’t move and the crunch under the tires was pretty much an indication that I killed her.” Bobby replies.
“That’s not exactly an accident Bobby, but that’s okay. That’s another point in your favor.”
“Anyway, I ended up getting held up in town by the fucking National Guard, when both of my cousins decided it would be a good idea to antagonize them even more by firing upon them. That went about as well as you’d expect…”
“Your cousins? You brought family with you?”
“Wasn’t exactly my idea. Two of my cousins, William and Aaron wanted to leave the compound as well, so they followed me for a while in William’s vehicle. Then before I knew it, Aaron was firing at shit, which called more attention than it needed to. I parted company with them as soon as I could, but by that time I had the National Guard all over me. Crashed the vehicle and nearly got shot. In fact I probably would’ve gotten shot had it not been for this tight ass government official insisting I be held for questioning. Thought I was a terrorist or something.”
“So you were held captive by the National Guard?”
“Well I was on Wednesday and for part of Thursday until the camp got overrun by fucking crazy cannibals. Nearly getting eaten was a nice change of pace of getting punched in the face and beaten.”

Well that explains the bruises and scratches on Bobby’s face and arms as well as the condition of his clothing, which is torn in several places.

“Spent the rest of Thursday just trying to get away from those fuckers and trying to make it through the town which was a warzone at this point. Wasn’t until Friday night I managed to get a hold of a Guardsman’s truck and drive out of there.”

You remain silent as Bobby at this point walks over to you. He takes your hand.

“I’m sorry I didn’t get here sooner Suzy, I really wanted to and I really tried. My mind was always pre-occupied with concern of if you were even still alive or not. I can only imagine what horrors you had to face here. I don’t know exactly what happened here, but I saw all the bodies outside and the state of the house…and well I can guess you didn’t have an easy time of it. I’m here now though and you don’t need to worry anymore. We can go anywhere you want. We can run away to anywhere just like you wanted. I’m done with my family; I’m done with my religion. From the moment I knew you were being held here, I knew YOU were my family. YOU were my religion and I love you so much. You have to believe me.”

You look at Bobby and see in his eyes he really means all this. You stroke his face lovingly.

“Oh Bobby…”

And then promptly slap him. He gives a surprised look.

“…you’re goddamn right you don’t know what horrors I fucking faced! I was scared the entire time!”

You go into an exaggerated tirade about what you experienced while you were here. Not that what you really went through wasn’t bad, but to be honest it sounds like what Bobby went through was probably worse in his attempt to get here and you’re not going to let Bobby just think he can waltz back into your life and get you back with ease with his “hero” attempt.

“…and did I mention I was nearly RAPED by rednecks several times?”
“They didn’t…”
“No they didn’t, but I had to fend for myself and I did a pretty damn good job at it. Proved to me that I have an inner strength that I never took advantage of before and when the chips are down, I don’t really need anyone.”

Bobby’s face starts to show one of distress and just before he goes into his routine of telling you more honeyed words of his love for you and begs you to take him back, you stop him by continuing to speak.

“…but there also were times where things would have been a lot easier had someone had been around to help me.”

Now you take Bobby’s hand.

“(Sigh) Look Bobby, maybe all this crazy shit that’s happened between us and to us is like wiping the slate clean or something. Maybe we do have a future. I believe you when you say you love me and obviously you went through a lot to try to get here to save me. But we can’t just jump back into this like we were before. You’re going to have to give me some time.”

Bobby nods.

“Okay. I understand Suzy. I do.”

You and Bobby just stare at each other for a while. It’s funny how you never thought you’d even see Bobby again, let alone reunite with him. Somehow the argument you had earlier in the week just doesn’t matter anymore.

“Okay, let’s head upstairs to the bedroom.” You say and pat his hand.
“What for?” Bobby asks.
“For sex duh.” You say.
“Sex? I thought you said you needed some time.”
“Yeah well I decided that some of that time involves pleasuring me. Besides, this isn’t YOUR reward, it’s MY fucking reward for surviving this shitty week. So I hope you’re prepared to do a lot of licking.”
“Hey whatever you need.” Bobby says following up the stairs.

Doesn’t take long for the pair of you to be totally into your reunification. In fact you’re enjoying yourself so much you nearly don’t notice the bright flash coming from the window and loud noise in the distance.

“Shit that was bright, glad I wasn’t looking directly at whatever that was.” You say.
“I wouldn’t know about the light since my face was buried in your pussy at the time, I did hear the noise though.” Bobby says.

The pair of you wander over to the window and in the far distance you see the remnants of a mushroom cloud. Probably landed on Security City or near it. You can only guess it probably wasn’t a big one.

“So…they finally went and did it.” You say.
“Looks like.” Bobby says.
“Oh well, we’ll be okay.”
“You seem very sure of that, I remember a time you would’ve been worrying about radiation and everything else.”
“Well you’ve been through this hellish week the same way I have and we both survived. Together I think our chances are even greater. Besides, your aunt told me GZ put drugs in the water that are supposed make people more resistant to radiation and disease and such.”
“What seriously?”
“Seriously. That drug is what also made most people go batshit crazy. Doesn’t affect everyone though and I never did get a solid answer on why I wasn’t affected. Guess you aren’t either.”
“Maybe we’re already crazy?”
“Probably.” You chuckle.

You and Bobby go back to doing what you were doing and why the hell not? It isn’t like the apocalypse isn’t going to still be there.

Later you Bobby load up his army truck with all the stuff you think you’ll need. You aren’t sure where you’ll go yet, but you maintain a positive attitude that you’ll ultimately be fine.

As he begins driving away from the house, you open up one of the Tupperware containers of food that you took with you when you left and start eating.

“What is that you’re eating? It looks awful.” Bobby remarks.
“I dunno. I think it’s some sort of beef. I know it’s not much for looks, but it tastes delicious though. Your uncle Leslie was a really good cook. I’ve never been a big food person, but I’m seriously going to miss eating from that house. I took this as a last hoorah as it were. You want some?”

Bobby’s face begins to look a little concerned.

“Suzy, you’ve been eating out of my aunt and uncle’s fridge? How much have you eaten?”
“I dunno. I’ve had at least one meal a day there. What the hell else was I going to eat? I’m telling you though I’d like to know how to make this stuff, but I imagine just picking up meat from the super market isn’t going to be an option anymore.”
“Oh you can make that stuff without needing a super market. Suzy, my aunt and uncle were fucking CANNIBALS! You’ve probably been eating human meat for the past three days!” Bobby exclaims.

You stop eating and start looking at the meal you’re eating. You poke at it a few times wondering if you’re going to come across a finger or something, but after doing this for a few seconds you don’t find anything out of the ordinary, and you scoop out another piece and eat it.

Bobby looks shocked.

“What? Still tastes good. Think of it this way, at least we know I’m willing to eat human flesh if things get tough out here in the big bad apocalyptic wasteland. You sure you don’t want any?”

Bobby just shakes his head and continues to drive.

“Hm, more for me.” You say with a shrug and take another bite.

“You really have changed Suzy.” Bobby remarks.
“Yeah, well happens to the best of us.” You say.
>
Love SICK Too

The Future…

“You know how mutants are dear, they act on impulse sometimes.” You say as you sew up a shirt.
“Yes, I get that, but I specifically told my congregation NOT to attack Iron Union transports! Last thing we need is the GZ corporation sniffing around this town asking questions. I’m just glad I managed to convince them to clean up the mess, even if some of them were bitching the entire time.” Bobby exclaims.
“Hm, well you are very persuasive when you want to be. Guess that’s why they listen to you at all.”

Bobby just sits down in a nearby chair continuing to rant about the troubles with his “congregation.” You’ve heard the complaints before several times and really this is just a normal routine for you both. Bobby complains and you listen to his troubles. Just part of married life you suppose.

Making adjustments to accommodate your significant other’s desires is another part of married life.

Bobby may have very well left his “religion” behind, but the cult leader part of him never really left him. You’re not even exactly sure what “higher power” Bobby believes in now, if he does at all. Personally you think he just made up some shit and managed to convince a bunch of mutants to follow him. Not that you really care. He’s bringing in the loot with his little band of brainwashed mutants and it provides him with a sense of fulfillment, despite the fact he’s doing a lot of complaining right now.

“Bobby, you’re worrying too much again. I’m sure your minions aren’t the only mutants living in this town that have attacked Iron Union transports. Besides, last I heard the Iron Union is in the middle of a civil war. So even if they did find out, I doubt if they’ve even got the firepower to launch an attack on a place that has the reputation of being a large and extremely dangerous mutant town.” You say.
“Heh, well they certainly got less now. There were some nice weapons in that transport.” Bobby chuckles.
“See? Just gotta look on the bright side of things.” You say.

Maintaining an optimistic mindset certainly came in handy during those early years when it was just you and Bobby surviving on the road, drifting from place to place. Not that it was all-bad and some of it was even fun, but you and Bobby were never truly happier when you finally managed to lay down roots here in Emberville.

You, of course for the reasons of comfort and security. Bobby of course still wanted a family. He had you of course, but you know deep down he still wanted to have children with you.

Which also became another adjustment, but really not one you were so resistant about anymore. You just needed time like you said and eventually you felt it was the right time.

“Alexander! Your shirt is done!” you shout.

Your son comes in from his room. Normally he’s out playing, but there are times where he just shuts himself away and reads whatever books Bobby or you find for him. It’s good that he has a variety of interests.

“Hey this looks as good as new.” He exclaims.
“I doubt that, but I did the best I could with what I had.”
“Where did you learn to sew Mom?” Alexander asks.
“Oh, my mother taught me when I was little. Never thought I’d actually ever take it up again though, but in this sort of world, it’s sort of a handy skill to have.”
“Hey how come you never told me about that little interesting tidbit about your life when we were first going out? I remember being surprised when you told me you had seamstress skills” Bobby asks.
“Like I said, I never thought it was important until this whole world went to shit and sewing up clothes was something I had to actually do more frequently.” You answer.

“Did she teach you how to cook too?” Alexander asks
“Hah, no. I didn’t learn how to do that until much later in life and I taught myself mostly.” You say.
“Your mother is misremembering things again. She actually learned a lot from Mrs. Zerul down the street. Before we moved here, your mother’s cooking probably nearly killed me more times than gunfire.” Bobby jokes, which gets him a glare.
“Hey, there were several times that we didn’t starve thanks to me.” You snap.

“Well I think you’re a good cook Mom.” Alexander remarks.
“Thanks son, at least someone here appreciates me. Now go out and play and try not to ruin the shirt you’re currently wearing. Especially if you play with that Jenny girl.”
“Who’s Jenny?” Bobby asks, not knowing all of his son’s friends as usual.
“Jenny is a cute little mutant girl with talons instead of normal nails. Last time they were playing and Alexander came home with a shirt that was beyond my sewing skills.”
“You sure they were just playing?” Bobby asks.
“Bobby!” you say.
“Hey, kids grow up fast without traditional social norms!” Bobby says.
“And what exactly would YOU even know what traditional social norms are?” you ask.
“…well I do know what they were even if I didn’t actually practice them. In fact I’d say I’m a living example of what happens to a child growing up without traditional social norms.” Bobby replies.

Alexander isn’t quite sure what you and Bobby going on about, but speaks up.

“Me and Jenny were just playing tag that time my shirt was all ripped up, like I said.”
“Yes, I remember and I believe you. Now off you go, and remember dinner will be ready just before night fall.”

Alexander agrees he’ll be careful and runs out to play with his friends.

You watch him briefly from the door.

“Sometimes I wonder if we shouldn’t be a little more protective of him.” You say.
“He’s fine. Better he get some claw scratches and bruises now so he doesn’t grow up to be completely sheltered.” Bobby responds.
“Yeah I know all too damn well what the dangers that can bring, especially with the way the world is now. Still, can’t help but worry at times.”

Bobby stands up and walks over to reassure you.

“Well of course you worry, you’re a good mother. And here you always thought you wouldn’t make a good one, remember?”
“Yeah, that was a whole other lifetime ago. I can honestly say I’m glad those old days are behind us.”

Bobby nods and begins to caress you. You return his affection with a kiss and the pair of you just sort of hold each other for awhile.

Seems surreal at times that you arrived at this point. Married, a child, and living modest home in a town mainly consisting of mutants. Though given both your family and Bobby’s, maybe it makes sense you fit in better with a community full of mutants.

To be honest, you think the only real problem you ever had with moving in and marrying Bobby to begin with was due to the situation with his sister Diana. You wonder if you would’ve done all this sooner had she never been in the picture. Oh well, no point in playing “What if” especially since everything worked out.

This life is harder than your old one in several ways, but given all the new skills you learned and all of what you’ve managed to achieve, you’re definitely a stronger and better person now than you ever were before.

“Well I guess I better get started on dinner. Unless you want what Mrs. Zerul is serving down the street.” You say elbowing Bobby in the side for his previous comment.
“Oh yeah because hideous old women with humps on their back and scales on their face really do it for me. You know I was joking about that.”
“I know. You brought the groceries right?”
“Yeah, just vegetables and meat though. Didn’t get a hold of much else this time.”
“It’s all I ever really need. I know you’re probably tired from getting the stuff last night, but can you help me get started?” you ask.
“Sure. Meet you in the kitchen.” Bobby responds.

Bobby heads to the root cellar and you head to the kitchen when you start your preparations. You’re lucky to have the kitchen amenities you have compared to most in this town. Wood burning stoves aren’t that common here, but then again most mutants don’t bother cooking their food at all. You and Bobby of course aren’t savages.

As you’re getting everything set, Bobby comes up with the groceries and sets them down on the large prep table.

“There you go baby. You need me to help prep the meat?”
“Nah, I can do it. Doesn’t take me long.”
“Okay, I’m going to get some sleep. Call me if you need anything.”
“Will do. Thanks dear.” You say and Bobby kisses you on the cheek before heading off to bedroom.

You grab your machete and stare at the table.

The tied and gagged naked young woman continues to squirm on the table. If she could, she’d probably scream or beg. You’re guessing she was part of whatever caravan Bobby and his congregation raided. Probably the merchant since she doesn’t look like a guard. That’s a good thing; her meat isn’t going to be as tough.

This would be the other advantage of living in a mutant town: They don’t frown upon cannibalism here.

The young woman’s eyes widen as you bring the machete down to finish her off.

As you chop up the rest of the woman’s body, you briefly think about the past again, specifically when Bobby’s aunt was psychoanalyzing you.

She certainly was right when she said you were prone to revel in great violence under the right circumstances.


You don’t know the complete lay out of the house and you also don’t really know Lilith excessively well to judge how “tough” she actually is. For all you know she’s got some sort of GZ martial arts training especially given what she’s revealed about what insidious practices they’re doing.

You also don’t know much about her brother, but he’s probably a damn psycho. If you threatened his sister, he might be capable of anything; you know how close the Morningstar family tends to be after all…

Also, so far this week, every time you’ve “asserted” yourself, it’s gone very badly. Might be better to at least wait a while and see if a better opportunity comes along and get a feel for this place first.

Lilith undoes your straps and you’re soon free. You sit up, stretch and try to maintain composure that you’re not still scared about all this.

“I know the first time we met you were having problems walking by yourself. You okay to do that now? Not still feeling wobbly or anything?”
“I believe I’m fine. Just very nervous about all this.”
“Don’t be nervous. As I said, follow the rules and you’ll be fine. If you’re worrying about catching the madness that the town has, well like I said, you’re probably fine, but even if you aren’t I’ve got a few things that might help. You ready to go?”
“Yeah I guess.” You say and Lilith leads you out the door.

When you exit, you find yourself in an uncarpeted corridor with a few rows of doors to the left and right of you (All with very strong looking and very locked doors). It reminds you of a hospital setting; you can’t help but wonder if you’re still in Lilith’s house anymore.

“Um, are we still in your house?” you ask.
“Oh yes. We’re not on the ground floor if that’s what you’re wondering though, we’re in the basement. Of course this house never had a basement this large originally. A lot of this was added on much later due to my work in GZ. Leslie nearly blew a gasket when he heard workers were coming in to make severe alterations to it, but in time he realized it had its advantages and I told him his area wouldn’t be fussed with anyway. He spends a lot of time down here with his experiments you see and hates change…guess you and he have that in common no?”
“What?”
“Well as I said, Bobby told me much about you and your past. Said you preferred to stay down in your basement and hide away from the world and weren’t a fan of change yourself. Was he incorrect in what he told me?”
“…no…no I suppose he wasn’t. It’s true. I did spend all my time in the basement hiding out from the real world and hated change. This week has been a big wake up call that things couldn’t be like that forever though.” You say.
“Hm, well don’t despair. While things do eventually change, they can always change for the better. Here’s your new room.” Lilith remarks and unlocks it.

The door opens up to another windowless room, but this one is much nicer. In fact it’s downright cozy. There’s a sofa, a bookcase with books, a TV…hell it almost reminds you of home. As enter to get a closer look at everything, Lilith is preoccupied with something on her phone.

“Shit, well something came up and we’re going to have to get to the questions later. But for now, what do you think to your new surroundings?” Lilith asks.
“It’s okay. I didn’t expect to have such a fancy cell.” You say.
“Suzy! Don’t think of this as a cell, think of it as just a regular room where you’re staying until it’s confirmed you’re okay! Now, if you notice there is another small room off to the right. That’s the bathroom where you’ll find all the usual facilities. I would imagine you’re probably hungry and I’ll be back with some food soon. Just have to deal with something. The National Guard has been deployed in town to maintain order and apparently GZ is sending some of their people to this house as added security. They’re already on their way so I’m going to have to go talk to my brother about this and make sure he curbs his anti-social behavior to a manageable level. Doesn’t help that he’s got those two inbred redneck assistants of his with him right now. I can’t stand those assholes. He’s either going to have to keep them out of sight completely or make them leave…(sigh) Ugh, anyway I’ll be back soon, just make yourself at home.”

Lilith closes the door, which you then hear lock and you’re now alone.

You sit down on the sofa trying to wrap your head around all this. Never in a million years would you have thought you’d be a prisoner by your ex-boyfriend’s aunt who works for the corporation responsible for all those ads on TV and apparently involves in some seriously shady practices. Makes you think about some of those crackpots that posted conspiracy theories on various sites you read. Turns out some of them weren’t too far from the truth after all.

The thing is, you can’t even worry about something of that magnitude. For one thing, you have absolutely no power to do anything about it and second, you’ve got the more pressing concern about what is going to happen to you.

While things are going better than you thought they going to go, you’re still not seeing a good end to any of this. Your luck has been up and down this entire week and just when something good seems to happen, something equally bad happens.

You don’t trust Lilith completely, no matter how “nice” she’s trying to be. At best Lilith keeps her word and you’re not sick or infected only for her to ultimately execute you “humanely” with shot to your head. You can’t imagine her keeping you alive after telling you her corporation’s secrets like that. Unless of course she thinks you wouldn’t tell anyone and even if you did, who would believe you anyway?

The darker picture is of course she said the world was going to change very soon implying a nuclear holocaust like all the GZ ads have been harping on about. Maybe she’s told you because ultimately it isn’t going to matter due to doomsday.

If that’s the case, where is that going to leave you? Maybe Lilith will release you alive, but leaving you to fend for yourself in a blasted wasteland of which you don’t fancy your chances.

And these are all the best-case scenarios you’re envisioning, because you don’t even want to think about the worst case, which is undoubtedly going to involve you being in more pain than you could ever imagine.

You have no more tears for any of this, because you’re spent as far as that’s concerned. You’re still scared of course, but you feel like you’re starting to become numb to very real possibility of death. Doesn’t mean you’re giving up though and you proceed to study your surroundings, taking note of anything you could possibly use as a weapon. You don’t find any secret passages or vents you could crawl around in because that only happens in the movies.

Eventually you take a break and lay down on the sofa, which at least is comfortable, you just wish you weren’t wearing a damn hospital gown. You think about turning the TV on, but you figure it will probably just be full of Ground Zero ads.

Time passes and eventually you hear the door opening up. At first you figure it’s going to be Lilith, but it’s not.

Two dirty looking men open up the door and enter. One of them is huge and has a slackjawed look on his face. He wears overalls that look like they’ve never been washed. The smaller of the two is wearing a mechanic’s jumpsuit and trucker’s cap. When he sees you a big grin spreads across his face making him even creepier than the larger one.

“Hoo wee! Well look at what we got here! Doc really has been fixing up this place, because that is one sweet piece I tell ya what!” the smaller one exclaims.

You can only guess these must be Leslie’s “assistants.”

You sit up immediately and try to arrange your gown to cover you as much as possible.

“Didn’t mean to startle ya darlin’ but I’m Jed and this here’s my brother Hugo. What’s yer name and what the hell are you doin’ in here?” the smaller one says.
“My name’s Suzy, and this is my room. What the hell are YOU two doing in here?”
“Whoa, easy there blondie. This is where me and Hugo always go to hang out when we’re on standby as it were. No point in headin’ back ta town right now anyway, since it sounds like the shit’s really hit the fan out there, but never mind all that, what’s all this about this bein’ yer room? You some new live in whore for the Doc to fuck when his snooty sister isn’t putting out?” Jed asks.

Jed gets closer towards you meanwhile Hugo hasn’t moved from the entryway. You’re feeling very threatened.

“No, I’m Lilith’s guest, now will you please leave my room?” you say.
“Lilith’s guest? Wait, you sayin’ you HER whore? Well shit, I like the sound of that even better! So you ever been with a guy at all or are you strictly a pussy licker?” Jed asks with a pretty predatory look in his eyes.

“The pair of you better get out of here. Lilith has made it clear she doesn’t want anyone else in here.” You say standing up from the couch.
“Oh is that right? Well I ain’t heard nuthin’ about it and I take my orders from the Doc, not his snobby bitch of a sister. So I think you better just settle down blondie. In fact, I think you better start making yourself REAL comfortable.” Jed says and starts fondling his crotch while still approaching you.

You’re steadily running out of options. About the only thing you can do now is either threaten them to the point that they back off or beg and hope they take mercy. Either option isn’t likely to succeed.
> You beg
Antagonizing them even further isn’t going to help; at this point you’re better off trying to beg.

“Jed, please. I’d just like you both to leave. Lilith really doesn’t want anyone here and I don’t want anyone to get into trouble.” You say.

“Oh don’t worry blondie, ain’t nobody gonna get into any trouble and ain’t nobody gonna get hurt as long as you give in. Hey Hugo get yer big ass in here and, close that fucking door.” Jed says and starts approaching you.

This is not a good situation. There is no way you’re going to be able to fight off both of these redneck rapists. You don’t even have a weapon and they’re both bigger than you. You fear the inevitable as Jed is now standing in front of you.

He wastes no time in groping your body. Hugo however is still standing in front of the door staring like a gargoyle.

“Aww, is little blondie scared? You don’t need to be darlin’. Like I said, me an’ Hugo here are just gonna have us some fun an’ then we’ll be out of yer pretty little hair, well unless I cum in it.” Jed laughs.
“Please don’t…” you start to say before Jed firmly grabs your chin with one of his dirty hands.
“No. None of that blondie. The only time a whore should open her mouth is when she’s giving head. An’ since you seem to like having it open, you can get to doing just that.” Jed says and then roughly shoves you to your knees.

You don’t even look up, you just stare at Jed’s crotch as he starts undoing his zipper because you don’t even want to look at his fucking leering rape face.

Jed pulls out his cock and slaps you in the face with it.

“Alright, bitch get to suckin! Do a good job cause this is just the beginning and I’m sure you’re lookin’ forward to what I got in store for that pretty little tight ass of yours!”

You have no choice. This is happening and you’ve gone beyond feeling scared and you’re now feeling completely and utterly helpless.

You get started…

Your mind starts to go to another place. Or at least it tries to; the problem is Jed is so fucking repulsive in every way possible; you can’t even at least begin to pretend he’s Bobby or someone else. ANYONE else.

Jed is pushing your head and making all sorts of grunting noises and vulgar comments in general. It’s without a doubt the worst feeling in the world and there really are no words to describe how horrible this is.

And it’s only going to get worse given the implications that Jed is going to rape you anally.

While you’re dwelling on this miserable situation, something in your mind begins to change. The fear is starting to dissipate and you’re starting to get angry and you start to feel less helpless…

His dick is in YOUR mouth. You’ve got ALL the fucking power here.

This might be suicide, but you can’t just let these assholes violate you anymore than they already have without a fight. You HAVE to do SOMETHING.

“Holy fucking shit, Hugo! Blondie here is fucking an amazing cocksucker! I think she’s deep throated the whole…ARGH!”

You bite. You bite as hard as you can. Even with Jed punching at your head, you don’t stop biting. You bring a whole new meaning to the phrase lockjaw.

Jed by this point is screaming on the floor for his brother to help him. Hugo attempts to pull you off, but all he’s succeeding in doing is contributing to ripping his brother’s dick off due to your firm bite on the now bloody member.

You keep grinding and gnashing and the fight is now going completely out of Jed who is now just howling in pain and screaming like a little girl. And at last you manage to bite through, blood fills your mouth and as Hugo pulls you away, you spit Jed’s dick back at him.

“I’m the blowjob queen bitch!” you shout and start laughing as blood drips from all over your mouth and face.

In between his screaming and holding where his dick once was, he orders Hugo to kill you. Hugo doesn’t waste anytime in squeezing you tightly. You begin to have hard time breathing. Using the back your head you slam into his face several times and while you probably break his nose in the process, Hugo continues with his bear hug and you start to lose consciousness.

“(sob)Don’t fucking knock her out, I said fucking kill that goddamn biting bitch! OWWW OHHH (sob) Break her goddamn neck!” Jed screams.

Suddenly the door opens up and you see an older man in a bloody lab coat. His hair is completely white and wild looking. This must be Leslie.

“What the fuck are you two inbreds doing in here making all this fucking noise?! OH FUCK! You fucktards have really done it! I can’t rely on you two for shit! Hugo drop that fucking bitch now!” Leslie says and pulls a pistol out of his coat pocket.
“…(sob) she bit my fuckin’ dick off Doc! She’s gotta die! OWWWWW OHHHH (Sob)” Jed screams.
“Yeah, well maybe she will, but this here’s my sister’s patient and you two just fucked with her results. Y’know what, fuck this I’m tired of reasoning with you two.” The Leslie says and points the pistol at Jed.

“Now Hugo, you overgrown retard, you kill blondie there, your brother fucking eats a bullet. I can sew your brother’s dick back on, but you gotta let that bitch go cause she’s my sister’s patient, not mine. Now what’s it gonna be?”

Hugo just looks on confused while still squeezing the life out of you.

“FUCKING JUST DROP THE BITCH HUGO! I NEED MY DICK!” Jed cries.

Hugo finally understanding the situation drops you in a heap. You remain on the floor just coughing up dick blood and still trying to catch your breath.

“Thank you. Now was that so hard?” Leslie says and then calmly shoots Hugo in the head three times. The big man fortunately falls backwards rather than forward on to you.

“NOOOOO!” Jed screams. “What the fuck Doc?! You (Sob) killed my fucking brother! Why?!”
“Told you, I was done reasoning with you two assholes. You have proven time and time again to be non-learning animals. Besides, Lilith’s already gonna bitch at me for what you two fucktards did. Might as well do damage control now.”
“But you said you’d sew my dick back on if that bitch lived!”
“I’m not touching your fucking diseased dick.” Leslie laughs.
“Fuck you Doc! FUCK…”

Leslie calmly places three rounds in Jed’s head, putting the redneck out of his misery.

You just look on in complete shock at what just happened and try stand up. Leslie however kicks you back to the floor. You want to fight, but you’re too weak at this point. Leslie pulls out a syringe and holds you down while stabbing you in the arm with it. Must be the same stuff his sister injected you with yesterday, because it works nearly immediately.

“No, I don’t think so blondie. Think you’ve had enough action for one day.” Leslie says as he strokes your hair.

“Oh the fun I would have with you, but I guess what ultimately happens to you will be my sister’s call. Who knows, maybe you’ll get lucky….SHIT!” Leslie suddenly exclaims when he sees that you’re not falling unconscious, but rather going into violent convulsions.

Leslie begins to look through his other coat pocket and pulls out another syringe cursing when he sees it. Meanwhile you’re spitting and coughing up blood. It feels like you can’t breathe and that’s mainly because you can’t.

“FUCK! I used the wrong syringe on the bitch! Fuck! Sis is gonna be even more pissed! Shit! Fuck!” Leslies exclaims pacing back and forth.

Whatever Leslie’s concerns are about getting yelled at by his sister are nothing compared to the agony you’re going through right now. Your insides feel like they’re on fire and every major organ in your body is shutting down.

By the time Lilith gets back to your room, your poisoned bloody corpse, the bodies of two dead rednecks and Leslie’s poor attempt to spin the event so it doesn’t seem like it was his fault are all that remain.


WEDNESDAY

You wake up and remembering everything that happened just before you passed out, you attempt to sit up immediately, unfortunately you can’t due to being restrained. Your legs, your arms and even your body are all strapped down on a gurney.

You can’t cry out either as you have a ball gag on your mouth. You can make loud “Mmhghm!” sounds but that’s about it.

Your clothing has also changed. While you’re not naked, you’re in one of those hospital gowns. You don’t feel sore or anything, so you can only hope you weren’t raped during the time someone was changing your clothes.

The fear of what’s going to happen to you is overwhelming.

A quick glance around from you position shows that you’re in a plain white room with no windows. There is a light above and a chair and door to your right, but to your left gives you cause for more terror as you see a table full of surgical instruments. A lot of them don’t even look like proper surgical instruments so much as they look like torture devices.

There isn’t much you can do except wait and attempt to stop crying though you fail in that endeavor. You just lie there thinking about how you said yesterday that things couldn’t get any worse…and then they did.

You think about what you could’ve done differently to have made your life better and most importantly avoid the situation you’re in now. You then think about how at some point, either Lilith, her brother or both are going to come in and start cutting you up and torturing you to death.

You’re completely helpless and you wish that someone would just come in and save you from all this. The door suddenly opens and you turn your head hoping that somehow your magical thinking worked, but you only see Lilith walking in with a notebook in hand.

“Figured you should be up by now. Sorry to keep you knocked out for so long, but I’m sure you can see it was completely necessary. Couldn’t have you running away or anything.”

You turn away from Lilith who then gets closer and stares at your face a moment.

“Hmm, you’ve been crying. Natural response I suppose given your situation. Good. (Sigh) I told my brother not to put those in here.” Lilith says taking notice of the surgical instruments and shaking her head.

“He probably thought it would be funny to have you even more terrified out of your mind than you already would be. I love Leslie with all my heart, but he really can be an inconsiderate asshole sometimes. Well most of the time really, anyway the main thing is don’t pay any attention to those tools over there. That’s not what I brought you in for.”

Lilith puts her notebook on the table with the tools and addresses you again.

“Now. I’m going to release your ball gag since I’m sure it’s uncomfortable. However when I do, I must ask you NOT to scream or anything like that. First of all it won’t do any good. Second, it’s terribly annoying. If we’re going to have a positive relationship Suzy, it’s absolutely necessary that you comply with my instructions. Do you understand?”

You don’t really have much in the way of choices and resisting her with no way of actually doing anything would probably just result in something bad. You nod your head compliantly and Lilith takes off your ball gag.

“Are you going to kill me?” you ask.
“Ah the predictable question first. Well, we’re going to get to that and several other questions you might have, but we’re going to be doing this my way. So while I know you’re very nervous and scared, you’re going to just have to wait a while before they get answered. Do you understand?”

Once again you nod silently.

“Good. Very compliant. We’re getting off on the right foot Suzy. Now then let’s get to some of the more minor concerns you might have had running through your mind while you were laying here.”

Lilith pulls the chair over to the table and after moving some of the tools out of the way she sits down, opens up her notebook and begins writing something in it while addressing you.

“I want to first alleviate any concerns you might have had about being sexually molested while you were unconscious. I assure you I undressed and dressed you myself. And since I’m not a lesbian you were completely unharmed as far as that goes. I can see one of the obvious reasons that would cause Bobby to be enamored with you though. You’re a very pretty girl with a nice body and it’s obvious just by speaking with him he still loves you despite your break up.”
“…you…you spoke with Bobby?” you ask.
“Oh yes. Called him up as soon as I got you in the house. Took awhile to reach him, but eventually I did and I proceeded to have a very long conversation with him. I wanted to know more about you and only Bobby could provide those answers what with you being unconscious and all. He told me about how you met, your general personality, what you liked to do, and all of that stuff. When I asked what exactly caused the break up, he seemed to stumble over his words a bit. He claimed that he realized he couldn’t abandon the silly family traditions, but it seemed like there was more to it than that because he kept insisting it was his fault and not yours. As if that was going to change what is going to be going on over here. You want to shed a little light on it Suzy? Please be honest.”
“I…I (sniffle) didn’t want to get married to him. I didn’t want to live under the same roof as Diana since she was his ex and she hates me. I suppose…I also wasn’t fond of the idea of having a bunch of babies like he wanted either. Our argument sort of spiraled from there.” You answer.
“Hm, interesting. So you wouldn’t consider yourself a domestic woman then. I suppose I can understand that. I certainly wouldn’t want to spend most of my time barefoot and pregnant and my whole life revolving around my man’s needs. I don’t think my brother would like that either. He gets so wrapped up in his experiments that I don’t even see him for days sometimes and he’d probably be homeless and living under a bridge if I wasn’t working.” Lilith chuckles and continues writing.

You remain extremely anxious about what’s going to happen to you.

“I also can understand not wanting to live with my bitchy niece either. I know my nephew probably didn’t think anything of it, but I also wouldn’t have put it past him to hope for some sort of three way between you all. Good for you, putting your foot down like that.”

All you can think is you’d willingly have a three-way with Bobby and Diana if it got you out of this situation.

“Anyway when my nephew found out you were over here he practically pleaded for me and his uncle not to kill or harm you in any way. He even said he’d be over to pick you up, but I told him that was completely out of the question since plans were already in motion. Still, I love my nephew and didn’t wish to cause him any suffering so I agreed that you would not come to any harm as long as you followed the rules. So there’s the obvious question answered.”

You close your eyes silently thanking Bobby that he spoke up for you. Of course this doesn’t make your fear disappear completely. Far from it, but at least you might have a glimmer of hope now.

“With that out of the way, your other questions are probably what is going to be done to you. Well, before I called Bobby, my initial intention was to do some tests and study you since I wanted another subject to observe and I saw an opportunity to grab you when you nearly crashed into me. However, some things have obviously changed, but there is still is opportunity here so I’m going to take advantage of it.”
“…what do you mean?” you ask thinking Lilith has decided to completely twist her word to Bobby somehow.

“I’m getting to that. As you might’ve noticed most of the folks in town have gone completely nuts. Well there’s a reason for that and you’re going to be one of the few people outside of the higher-ranking Ground Zero personnel to learn about it.”

Lilith stops writing to give you her complete attention.

“We put an experimental drug in the water supply and that’s what’s causing most people to act the way they’re doing in town. In fact we’ve done this to a lot of places. As bad as what’s going on in town, I imagine it’s even worse in a bigger populated area like Security City.” Lilith says.

While you’re still worried about yourself, this bit of information is a little frightening for other reasons.

“Wait. What? Why?” you ask.
“Well there are very good reasons I assure you, but most of them probably wouldn’t matter to most with any sort of so called ethical concerns on human testing. Indeed I don’t even know all of the answers myself, I’m just a small cog in a big relentless machine. All I can do is tell you this, the world IS going to change very severely and very soon and it’s Ground Zero’s goal to try to save the human race at any cost. Our shelters aren’t the only way we’re doing that.” Lilith says.
“But how is putting crazy juice in the water supply doing that?” you ask.
“Well, I’m not completely familiar with all the science involved, but it basically makes people more resilient to things like diseases, radiation, and even chemical gases. You know, anything that’s likely to wipe out humanity on a wide scale when our glorious world leaders start pressing buttons. It seems like it increases strength and speed as well. Unfortunately it would seem it has a very negative effect on the mind, but that of course was an unintended side effect. However, if animal testing is anything to go by, those effects should only be temporary.”
“But how long do they last?”
“With animals? A few weeks, but we never really got to test on humans at least not on a wide scale. There were some individual tests I believe, but those were the earlier stages of the drug and the results of those weren’t very positive. Ground Zero wanted to pick a populated area to do testing on years ago to hammer out all the problems quicker, but we had an agreement with government, which kept dragging its damn feet as usual on things. It didn’t help that GZ was also temporarily burdened with some incompetent leadership for a while so we didn’t get to do any of this until the last minute and now this is the result. Don’t get me started on the faulty elevator problems in most of the shelters…”

Lilith at this point shakes her head and runs her fingers through her hair as if dismayed with how things have turned out. As she’s doing this, a horrible conclusion comes to you.

“Wait…am I going to go crazy too? I drank mostly bottled water!” you say.
“Yes, a lot of people do these days, but most people still bathe regularly, brush their teeth and such and all that is still enough even if you’re not drinking straight from the tap. As for if you’re going to go crazy, well that’s a matter of perspective. Given what I know about you, I have to say from a professional perspective you’re not exactly a beacon of sanity Suzy, but then who of us really is right? If you were worried that you’re going to start going into a violent fit of rage, I’d have to say I don’t think you are since you haven’t already. The drug doesn’t seem to be affecting everyone in town the same way for some reason. Not sure why, but again that’s why I’m keeping you around for observation. You’re going to be my control subject as it were.”
“What does that mean?” you ask.
“What it essentially means is as long as you cooperate and don’t try to escape, you’ll be well taken care of. I’ll ask you questions, maybe do a few non-invasive tests and that’s about it. If it seems you’re completely fine, I guess we’ll move on from there. For now though I think you should have better accommodations don’t you? This room is rather spartan, I’m going to take you to a new one. Now, I could call my brother in here or just wheel you to it still strapped to the gurney, but I’d rather NOT do that Suzy. I want our relationship to be a trusting one. So, I’m going to release you from your straps, you’ll follow me and you WILL NOT try to escape or anything like that. Do you understand?”

Of course you’re going to say yes to Lilith, no matter what, but your intentions are another matter.

While Lilith seems like a reasonable lady, she’s still a Morningstar and all that entails from what you know of that fucked up family. She might not be one of the chaos goddess worshipping brainwashed cultist ones, but she’s obviously still not concerned with the value of human life and the only thing that’s saved you is having a past relationship with Bobby and his continued feelings for you.

She doesn’t look tough, of course looks can be deceiving, but you’re pretty desperate and you REALLY want to leave. When she releases you, you could probably easily grab one of those surgical instruments and hold her hostage until you took her car and got out of this place.

You’ve no idea where you’d go, but anywhere would be better.
> You make an attempt to escape
You aren’t going to stick around to be someone’s lab rat only to probably get disposed of later. And you know enough about the Morningstar family that they’re all a bunch of damn psychos at their core. You need to make your escape now.

Lilith undoes your straps and you’re soon free. You sit up, stretch and then make out like you’re about to fall.

“Oh shit.” You say and Lilith quickly comes to your aid to prevent you from “falling.”
“Whoa, easy there, you o…” Lilith starts to say and then you elbow her in the face.

Lilith falls to the floor and you grab a particularly sadistic looking knife from the table. Lilith is remarkable quick to recover because by the time you’ve done all this, she’ already run to the door and opened it.

“LESLIE!” she shouts before you manage to grab her hair and put the knife to her throat.
“Don’t move. I don’t want to kill you, but I will to get out of here.” You warn.
“This was a very stupid thing to do Suzy. If you’d cooperated you would’ve gotten out of here in a few days at most. Now you’ve sealed your own death certificate.”
“Quiet! Now I’m taking your vehicle, so I’m going to need your keys. After I grab those I’ll be leaving and if YOU cooperate you won’t get hurt. So you better tell me where we’re going and NOT shout for help again!” You say.
“(Sigh) Fine. I have my keys with me in my pocket. We just have to go to the vehicle. This way.” Lilith says and the pair of you leave the room.

You constantly look around thinking you’re going to see Lilith’s brother coming around a corner, but so far nothing. Lilith tells you which way to go and eventually you’re heading up the stairs. It’s at this point Lilith starts talking shit again.

“You’re not getting away with this you know. My brother’s going to stop you before you can escape and when that happens…well you think things were going bad in your life before? You’re going to soon learn that they’re going to be infinitely worse.”
“Yeah well I haven’t seen him yet. I guess he didn’t hear you. Probably too busy with his experiments or whatever fucked up shit you two do here. Christ, your family is fucked up.”

Lilith laughs.

“Yes, and that apparently that didn’t stop you from dating one of us.” She says.
“That was different!” you snap.
“Of course it was. Extreme situations tend to create unusual pairings. Such as the one you and Bobby had. Although I think it was more unusual for him rather than for you given how much of a slave he is to some of my family’s sillier traditions.”

You get to the ground floor.

“Bobby saved you like some damsel in distress from your mean old serial killer uncle. Makes sense you’d latch on to him the way you did. In a way you’re very much like one of those fairly tale princesses locked away in a tower, except in your case, you locked yourself away in your basement. Bobby was your Prince Charming.”

You continue to ignore Lilith’s ramblings.

“Now of course you still KNEW what Bobby was, but you willingly looked past that. Why? Was it love? No, even if you thought it was at first. If it was love you would’ve married him in his compound instead of being here. Was it low self esteem? Possibly. But even as introverted as you are, you’re still a very pretty girl and you have to know that on some level…I mean even YOU aren’t that stupid.”
“Will you shut up?”
“Not to mention you seem to be fine by yourself. Even Bobby mentioned that you seemed to prefer your own company when you weren’t with him. So where does that leave us Suzy? Why would you willingly date someone from a family as fucked up as ours? Do you know the answer?”
“Shut the hell up, I don’t care! Just tell me where the front fucking door is!” you exclaim.
“Next two rooms to the right.”

Lilith is quiet again and you make it to the front door. Still no sign of Leslie, so far so good. When you open the door, Lilith once again starts getting chatty.

“Since our time together is almost at an end, I guess I’ll tell you the answer. You went with Bobby because deep down underneath all that apathy you’re just as fucked up as the rest of us.”
“That’s not even remotely true.”
“Oh, just because you were merely looking away from my nephew’s murderous deeds, that somehow makes you less fucked up? That’s classic enabling behavior, not to mention your co-dependency during your relationship with Bobby. Hell, before Bobby came into your life, you were pretty detached from the real world and lived in your own made up reality anyway. I’d say under a different sort of extreme circumstance, you’d easily turn into a killer like your uncle especially since from what I’ve heard the rest of your own family isn’t exactly well adjusted either. Didn’t one of them kill his whole family before shooting himself?”

You press the blade closer to Lilith’s throat to the point that it draws blood.

“You keep talking and you’re going to find that THIS extreme situation is the one that turns me into my fucking uncle, so keep fucking talking and you’re going to be the first fucking victim!”

Your threat finally shuts Lilith up.

You make your way to the truck, still looking around Leslie, but you don’t see anything. Eventually you get to the truck.

“Alright, very slowly grab the keys out of your pocket. Drop them in my other hand and I’ll release you.”

Lilith complies with your orders and as soon as you have the keys you toss her to the ground hard. You then open up the door and suddenly feel a hand grab one of your upper ankles and then a sharp blade cutting into where the tendon would be. You scream out in pain and fall on the driveway pavement. Then another hand grabs your other ankle and you feel a blade cut into your other tendon. Meanwhile Lilith has recovered and taken away the knife you dropped. She stands over you while you scream in pain.

An older man with completely white and wild hair crawls out from under the truck. He wears a bloody lab coat and goes over to Lilith and asks if she’s okay and remarks on her neck, she nods that she is fine.

You roll over and try to stand, but find it’s quite impossible with your tendons sliced the way they are. You’re bleeding all over the place and the fear of what’s coming next is overwhelming your physical agony.

“Told you my brother would help me. I knew he would. He’s my Prince Charming after all. Hm. I suppose because it’s drilled into our heads when we’re little that on some level we all like to be rescued. A big strong man charging in to save the day and all that chivalrous patriarchal nonsense, but on some level it’s still sort of hot.” Lilith says and then gives her brother a long kiss and hugs him.

You try to crawl away, since you can’t even stand at this point, but you don’t get far.

“Too bad nobody’s going to rescue you now though. Should’ve killed me instead of holding back…but then that’s always been your problem isn’t it? Squandering your potential.” You hear Lilith say and then what follows is a hefty kick to the back of your head. You black out.

When you wake up you’re firmly strapped to another table completely naked. This isn’t a regular surgical table though since your legs are spread apart.

“Oh…no…NO…NO!” you start to say and try to struggle free.

Your voice calls attention to Leslie who was currently hovering over another body on a different table.

“Oh good, you’re up. I wanted you to be before I started. My sister said it was imperative that you not be unconscious for whatever I have in store for you.”

You start screaming for help in vain and Leslie goes over to you and starts stroking your head.

“Now she did suggest that one of the things I should do is hand you over to a couple of my redneck assistants and let them have fun with you, but no. After you harmed my sister’s lovely neck with a blade, I think I should have ALL the honors. I’m going to do things. Bad things and I’m going to have fun doing it and nobody is going to stop me. We’ll start off slow.” Leslie says patting your head.

You begin to cry and for whatever reason in your grasp for hope in this hopeless situation you call out for Bobby.

“Bobby?” Leslie chuckles and then moves over to the part of the table where your legs are spread open and he gets between them while undoing his belt.

“I’m afraid he’s not here to help you blondie. I will say that I’ve never considered this before, but since this is a unique situation… is my dick bigger than my nephew’s? I guess you can be the judge.”

What Leslie proceeds to do to you next is horrible and degrading.

Then it gets worse.

And worse.

And worse.

The next day, what’s left of you (which isn’t much) is cooked and wrapped up for sandwiches. What isn’t used for lunchmeat is tossed in the trash.

And that is the story of you.


You’re sick of everyone trying to control your life. You weren’t putting up with it with Bobby, and you’re sure as hell not going to put up with it with Jake.

“Are you just assuming I can’t carry the boxes around because I’m a woman?” you ask.
“What? No, that’s not it…” Jake starts to say before you interrupt.
“You just said a little thing like me doesn’t want to lug boxes around like I’m some helpless damsel.”
“Look, as a businessman it’s my job to match up potential employees with what they’re probably going to be best at. The fact is you ARE on the smaller side, not to mention you’ve just told me you’ve never done a hard day’s work in your life. So yeah, I don’t think you’re strong enough to do the job and not bitch about it or even get that much work done. I’d rather have you out here working the register.”
“You just want me out here as eye candy for the customers.” You reply.
“Jesus fucking Christ, I didn’t realize I was hiring a FemiNazi. Are you telling me you want to move boxes?” Jake says in exasperation.
“I’m not a goddamn FemiNazi and no I don’t want particularly want to move boxes, but my point is you just took the damn choice out of my hands and made a stupid assumption that I couldn’t do the job due to your own narrow-mindedness.”

Jack exhales again and rubs his face.

“Are you kidding fucking me? You’re arguing about a job you don’t even want? In fact, you don’t even want THIS job! You know how many employers would’ve thrown you out with that sort of shitty work ethic and you haven’t even started yet! I’m fucking helping YOU out by hiring you in the first place with absolutely no skills or experience and you’re giving me shit already! It’s not like I’m grabbing your ass and telling you to suck my dick! I’m trying to be a nice guy here.”
“Given with how you’re speaking to me, you’re not really all that fucking nice.” You respond.
“Alright, I’ve had it. Get the fuck out of my shop. You probably think because you’re pretty you can just get what you want well not this time bitch. I got enough shit to deal with, get the fuck out! Get out! Get out! Get out!” Jake yells and points at the door.
“FUCKING ASSHOLE!” you shout as loud as you can and storm out the shop.

Well that could’ve went better.

As you walk to your car, several nerd types are just now approaching the store. While they’re probably the sort that would’ve been staring at you all day if you’d been working at the shop, now they’re actively avoiding you since you’re mumbling and swearing to yourself like a crazy person.

Your swearing continues when you’re actually in the car. You bang on the steering wheel several times in frustration.

“I hate my fucking life!” you cry out and begin to sob.

Life just isn’t fair Suzy and lately for you it’s only been getting harder. All you wanted to do is hang out in your basement, hiding out from the rest of the world. Now your forced to deal with all this shit that you’re just no good at and when you do try to assert yourself, you fail at that too.

If you were fighting depression before, you’re currently getting your ass kicked by it. It’s a good thing you aren’t suicidal, but the thought is starting to cross your mind.

After taking a moment to pull yourself together, you think about what you need to do next.

“Okay…I need to go back home. Need to pack up all the most important shit I have and head over to Julie’s house.” You say to yourself.

With this new goal in mind, you pull out of the comic shop parking lot and intend on making your way back home.

You don’t get a couple blocks before you soon discover the way you came is barricaded due to an accident or something. There are ambulances and police cars blocking the way and you realize you’re going to have to go a different direction.

You go down some side streets and find out that they currently aren’t much better and in one instance actually worse as a bunch of people have made a makeshift barricade with overturned cars and some of them are shooting at each other. You get the hell out of the area as fast as you can before someone starts shooting at you.

After having to drive around avoiding barricades, downed power lines, overturned vehicles and general chaos, you begin to get even more frustrated since it’s starting to look like you can’t even get home. Or at least not by driving there and given the shit that’s going on, you’ll be damned if you’re going to get out of your vehicle to walk home.

“Goddamn it, I just want to get the fuck home! Fuck it, I’m just going to go to Julie’s now…” you shout to yourself.

It’s a further drive, but considering Julie lives in a better area, you’re hoping that maybe things won’t be as bad driving in that direction. You soon find out that isn’t the case as you’re desperately trying to avoid getting into an accident every five minutes.

“Seriously what the hell is going on with this town? Everyone is acting like an asshole even more than usual.” You say and you’re starting to wonder if there’s something in the water.

Turning on the radio doesn’t help, since you’re not getting much on it save for those annoying Ground Zero ads.

“Come on, there’s gotta be something about…SHIT!” you say when look up from the radio and are just in time to see a bus turning left and about to hit you.

You swerve immediately to avoid being hit, but unfortunately you slam the car into another speeding car, which crashes into your passenger side at full force.

You are knocked around as your car goes spinning across the street. It all happens so fast you don’t even have time to panic or feel the fear of possibly dying right now.

A large black truck slams on its breaks in an attempt to not hit you, which it succeeds in doing, only for your car to be stopped by lamppost instead. Thanks to airbags never working correctly when they should, you hit your head on the steering wheel hard and while you don’t quite knock yourself out you definitely scramble your brains a bit and you’re feeling pretty dazed.

While you’re still recovering, you suddenly hear knocking on your window and a voice.

“Hey, miss. Miss? You alright?”

You slowly look out your window and see a woman wearing glasses and dressed in business attire staring back at you. Well actually you’re sort of seeing two of her and the image is still a little blurry, but that’s the size of it.

You unhook your seat belt and get out of the car wincing in a bit of pain as you do so. The businesswoman helps you from falling since you’re still wobbly.

“You’re lucky to be alive, I’ve seen a shitload of crashes like yours since I’ve been driving through town today. I only just managed to put on my breaks when I saw your car spinning out of control like that.” she remarks.

You don’t really answer her; you just turn to look at the car, which is totaled. Besides part of the front being wrapped around a now leaning lamppost, the passenger side is trashed and you certainly aren’t going to be driving anywhere soon due to the front wheel area being caved in and the axel broken.

You just look at the wreckage of the car silently and then start to giggle at the situation. Soon the giggling becomes full blown laughter and the woman that helped you out of the car gives you a strange look.

“Are you alright?” she asks again.
“Oh I’m just peachy! This has been a wonderful day!” you say laughing.
“Do you know your name and where you’re at?”
“Yeah, my name is mud and I’m in a world of shit.” You say still laughing.

“Um, well you seem to be having a bit of difficulty balancing and you’ve got a nasty bruise on your forehead. You might have a concussion and given your laughter you might even be in some state of shock. I think it would be best if you had some medical attention.”

You look at the woman that’s trying to help you and begin to stop laughing quite as hard and your mind starts heading back to earth again. Your head and body remind you of the pain you’re actually still in.

“Yeah…yeah…maybe. Shit, my head does hurt… I guess…can you drive me to the hospital?” you ask.
“The hospital? Yeah, that place is sort of fucked right now. Even if we could get to it in this mess of chaos, the place has been overflowing with patients and you might be waiting a long time, if they get to you at all. I’m not sticking around in this town any longer than I need to. However, my brother is a doctor with his own private practice just outside town; he can probably check you out for free. It won’t be any problem since I’m going to him right now.” The woman says.

Well it’s either head somewhere with a complete stranger or try to make it to the hospital (or wherever) in your current condition.
> You decline the offer
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.