FRIDAY

"And now Suzy, having beaten the chicken soup out of all her other opponents this week, will take this final challenge by herself! Will she be able to do it ladies and gentlemen? Will she be able to impress Misty at last? We’ll find out today! Let’s give our small town girl some encouragement for her task at hand!”

As the crowd claps, whistles and stomps their feet in support, you sit at a large table by yourself looking at…

A big bag of dicks.

It’s even labeled as such. BIG BAG OF DICKS in big black lettering so you can’t miss it.

You don’t even look inside the bag; you take their word for it and double face palm before exhaling and looking back up.

“Really?” you ask in disbelief.
“This is the last task Suzy…” the disembodied announcer’s voice whispers.
“I don’t give a shit, I’m not eating a goddamn bag of dicks! That’s just fucking disgusting for one thing and for another…

Suddenly Bobby’s grandmother appears as she has been doing in your dreams.

“See? Told you she wasn’t going to do it. Still, it was funny to see the reaction.” Bobby’s grandmother cackles and with a wave of her cane, you’re back in that blasted wasteland you were in last time.

“So what now? Am I going to meet this Misty, whoever the fuck that is?”
“Not quite yet. You’re still not married to my grandson. Misty has decided that she’ll meet you after that event…and sheesh you still haven’t figured out who Misty is yet? You suffer a head injury when Aaron was tossing grenades around?” Bobby’s grandmother asks and then taps you in the forehead with her hand.
“Ow! Stop!” you say and back away.
“I hope you aren’t this slow on the uptake today. Oh well, guess you can’t help being blonde. Anyway, congrats on your wedding and you’ve got my blessing. Good luck!”

Good luck? Somehow that doesn’t sound reassuring. You’re about to ask Bobby’s grandmother what she exactly means by that, but then she waves that damn cane again and you’re enveloped the blackness and then you wake up.

“Gah, fucking bitch.” You say groggily.
“Um, I’m sorry for waking you…but we really need to see if this fits.” a familiar female voice remarks.

You look around the room and see Helen coming in carrying some red clothing.

“Huh? No, not you…wait what are you doing in here anyway? Did Bobby spend all night working on the house?” you ask
“I’m bringing in your wedding dress and yes, Bobby has been working on the house for the most part. Trying to patch up the big hole in the house, cleaning up the dungeon, blocking the front gate. He had to bury our brother Jordan as well. I don’t believe he’s actually slept yet.”
“Oh yeah, forgot that that asshole killed one of your siblings. I didn’t know him that well, but sorry for your loss.” You remark.
“Thank you. Yes, it was very sad, but to be honest Jordan wasn’t the brightest. I remember numerous times when looking after him I had to stop him from eating something poisonous or doing something else life threatening so it’s actually amazing he lived as long as he did. Still, he had some very endearing qualities. He looked up to Bobby a lot, wanted to be just like him. He even had a small crush on me I think to partially emulate Bobby and Diana’s old relationship.” Helen says with a smile before her face goes back to normal.

“But we are all just puppets in Tiamat’s glorious chaos, so we all need to just move on right? Could you see if this fits?” Helen cheerfully asks holding up the red clothing which now looks a lot like lingerie.
“Wait, that’s the wedding dress? It looks like slutty underwear from Hot Secret.” You answer and get out of bed.

Helen’s face looks a bit offended by that statement.

“My grandmother wore this on her wedding day! She had this dress made of the finest silk, not whatever cheap material they use in North Tiwanaland or some place! THIS is a one of a kind article of clothing! It’s not something you’d find in some edgy teenager hang out!” Helen remarks.
“Okay! Geez. I’m not trying to insult the dress or your grandmother. It’s just…well I thought I’d be wearing something a little more… substantial. But seeing as your family isn’t exactly conventional and when in Rome…I guess I better try it on. Um, you washed it right?”
“Of course. Hand washed it myself. Can’t risk putting it in a machine.” Helen says and hands it to you.

You have to admit; it does feel rather nice in your hands.

“Oh, here’s the stockings and the shoes too.” Helen says and hands you what is apparently the rest of the outfit.

“Red fishnets…red high heels…” you say.
“Yes. Those shoes were also special made with the finest…”
“Leather. Yes, I can imagine. Let me guess the fishnets were made with the finest silk as well.”
“Well of course, what else would it be?”
“What else indeed. Okay, well I guess I’m going in the bathroom to change.”
“You don’t need to you know. I mean I won’t be offended if you change in front of me. We’re practically family now.” Helen says.
“Um…no that’s okay. Besides, I should wash up before changing anyway. I probably still smell of sweat from yesterday’s events.”
“Okay, well I guess I’ll just wait out here then and remember you can call if you need something.

You enter the bathroom and go through your usual routine of showering and such. Afterwards you finally get around putting on the “wedding dress”

The first thing you do is look at the dress before putting it on and wondering if it’s going to be bigger in the chest area. While you’re not lacking in that region, you’ve met Bobby’s grandmother (in dream form anyway) and she’s got at least another couple cup sizes on you. In fact her body type back in her prime was more of an old school 1950s pinup girl hourglass figure than your own “petite” size.

The funny thing is, as soon as you put it on, it seems to fit perfectly to your own body. The material isn’t any sort of spandex or stretchy material, it’s silk like Helen said, but given Bobby’s family’s strangeness, you have to wonder if it’s…magical?

“Magical underwear.” You scoff; shaking your head in half disbelief you’re even considering it. Not surprisingly the stockings AND the shoes fit you perfectly as well.

Yeah, Grandma Morningstar probably had all this stuff weaved by a giant magical spider voodoo priest or some shit because it doesn’t make sense that any of this stuff would fit you so well.

Regardless of its origins, you do feel pretty comfortable despite looking like a Hollywood streetwalker. The heels don’t even hurt your feet, though you’re still a little unsteady on them due to not being used to wearing such things. Let alone these being stilettos.

The last time you wore heels was when Uncle Ed made you wear stripperiffic clothing with the intent to lure Bobby and his dad into the woods where he could kill them. While everything turned out for the best because you met Bobby that fateful night, the part with Uncle Ed still gives you the shivers just thinking about it.

You look at yourself in the mirror one more time, before leaving the bathroom.

“Well Suzy, you might look like a whore in this thing, but at least you look like a high priced one.” You say to yourself.

When you exit the bathroom Helen stands up and looks at you.

“Oh my. You’re…you’re…so beautiful looking. I knew it would fit you perfectly.” Helen gushes.
“Yeah I am pretty hot looking in this get up. Shit, still can’t balance on these heels though.” You say.
“Oh we have to go show everyone now what you look like. Maybe take some pictures!” Helen says approaching you.
“What? I thought I was just putting it on as a test drive as it were. While I won’t deny this stuff feels pretty comfortable on my skin that I don’t mind wearing it, I sort of don’t want to be walking around the house with it on until show time. Besides everyone can see how awesomely sexy I am then.”
“I think they should see you now. It’ll raise the spirits around here seeing you dressed like this.” Helen remarks as she begins touching your arm.
“Well it’ll raise something with the males around here when they see me of course. Not sure about the ladies of this house, though you’re getting a little too close there Helen.”
“Oh please? At least go show Bobby. I know he’d like to see you.” Helen says ignoring your previous remark about invading your personal space.
“I’m sure he’s really busy right now, besides isn’t it bad luck for me to see him right before the wedding?”
“Oh you’re thinking of those silly traditions for other weddings. That’s not the case here. Come on I’ll take you to him.” Helen says and at this point is pulling on your hands almost causing you fall.
“Hey! I nearly fell! I told you already that you’re too damn close!”

Helen immediately backs away and looks down submissively.

“I’m sorry Suzy. I didn’t mean to violate your personal space. It’s just I thought…well it’s Bobby.”
“What about him?
“Well, as I said he hasn’t slept and he’s been working everyone like a task master trying to get the house as much in order as he can. And that’s his right of course. He is the head of this family. Still, during all the hustle and bustle when I was going to see him when he was cleaning up the dungeon. I caught him weeping and praying to Tiamat. Normally I wouldn’t have intruded, but he looked so…vulnerable and sad. He kept going on about he wasn’t even sure if this wedding was the right thing because he wasn’t confident that he’d be a strong enough husband for you and be a good provider. He was having doubts about even leading this family after all the mess that’s happened this week.”
“Oh geez. I’ve already told him several times that I loved him and that I was behind him no matter what.” You say.
“Well maybe that’s all he needs again. Sometimes a little boost is all that someone needs to feel better. Like I remember yesterday when I was with the children during Aaron’s rampage, I told them that they would be safe because Tiamat’s chaos was in their favor that day. They were so brave after that, they were perfectly fine when I left them alone to help you and Bobby.” Helen says.
> You talk with Helen a little more
That last statement doesn’t sound right to you…

“Wait a minute Helen. I thought you said yesterday that Veronica and Brandon ran to you and stayed with the kids when you parted company with them.”

Helen pauses for a moment.

“Uh yeah, I did. Yes! I meant I left the kids alone, but just as I was leaving, it was fortunate that Veronica and Brandon showed up at that time so they weren’t completely alone.”

Bobby’s grandmother claimed you were slow on the uptake and maybe in dreamland you are, but you know damn well when someone is obviously lying to you.

“That didn’t happen Helen.” You say.
“Wha…yes it did!” Helen exclaims.
“Okay then…” you say and sit down to take off your heels.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m taking off these fucking heels because I don’t feel like nearly breaking my neck when we go ask Veronica and Brandon to confirm your story.”
“Um, I don’t think that will be necessary. In fact, I think Bobby will be fine. Probably just wedding jitters. Apologies for bothering you and glad to see that the dress fits you.” Helen says and starts backing towards the door.
“You know now that I’m thinking about it, it seems pretty strange that Bobby would be crying and praying in front of Diana who I presume is sitting in a dungeon cage right now.”
“She was unconscious?” Helen says as if saying it in the tone of a question is going to cause it to be more believable.
“Unconscious or not, I doubt Bobby would show any sort of weakness around Diana now. In fact I’m starting to doubt a lot of things…”

At this point Helen’s eyes widen in fear and she turns to run for the door. Just as she gets to the handle, you manage to bean her in the head with one of the heels. It’s just enough to stop her from getting away before you rush over and grab her by the hair and throw her to the floor.

“Out with it bitch.” You say and lock the door.

When she doesn’t answer right away, you raise your hand and Helen starts to cry before you’ve even done anything. She cowers by curling up and putting her hands and arms in front of her completely submissively.

“Please! Mercy! It wasn’t my idea! It was all Diana! You just don’t know what it’s like having such a bullying older sister who dominates virtually every aspect of your life!”
“Save the pity party speech about being a victim of sibling abuse. Heard it before and I already lived something similar so it doesn’t impress me. Besides, I’m not buying this babe in the woods routine anymore Helen. At best you’re lying to cover up the fact that Diana AND yourself were planning on killing me all along yesterday and you just covered your own ass when it looked like things weren’t going to work out. At worst, this entire thing was your idea and Diana was just your dumb ass pawn. Either way, I’m not enthused and it doesn’t change the fact that YOU were trying to kill me…were you going to make another attempt today? Huh? Is that why you came up here? Maybe push me down the stairs or something? Claim it was an accident? ANSWER ME AND DON’T FUCKING LIE!”
“Okay! Okay! I’ll tell you everything! Just please try to understand it wasn’t personal! I actually like you!”
“Not personal?! You like me? So I guess your plan to kill me was just your way of showing affection?”
“No (sob) I did it because I just love (sob) Bobby so much! I always have and I stood on the sidelines too long. (sob) I was just so desperate…”

You just shake your head and sigh at this point. Helen sits up from the floor and scoots back to prop herself up against your bed coughing, sniffling, and trying to regain her composure. You stand nearby ready to jump on her if she tries anything, but for now you allow this moment for her to “explain” as it were.

“If there had been some way to remove you Suzy without killing you I would have done it. You have to believe me I really would have. I even thought about approaching you in a plan to kill Diana instead.”
“Yeah and then you would’ve probably killed me afterwards to make it look like Diana and I killed each other.”
“No! I was going to…well I was going to try to seduce you.”
“Excuse me?” you say completely surprised by that part of the explanation.
“Well I wasn’t sure, but I just sort of got a feeling from you that you might be a bit… flexible on your orientation.” Helen says.
“Wha… (sputter) What the hell would give you that impression?” you exclaim.
“I dunno…sometimes I thought your eyes were wandering all over my body a little more than average whenever we spoke, plus you were so nice to me and you just sort of give off a lesbian vibe at times. I probably would’ve been too shy to go through with it anyway so it obviously wouldn’t have worked.”
“You’re damn right that wouldn’t have worked! And what was your plan after that if your main goal was Bobby? Were you going to seduce me and while you were fucking me from behind with a big strap on you were going to plunge a knife in my back?” you ask Helen.
“No, I told you, if I didn’t have to kill you, I wouldn’t have. I would have just suggested that we both marry Bobby. It’s not common, but our religion does allow for multiple wives. I think… I think I could have shared him with you.”

“…I…I can’t believe how fucked up this situation even is…” you say sitting down on a nearby chair. Meanwhile Helen continues her tale of woe.

“But I approached Diana because she was my sister and I knew her better. She was predictable. After I saw you beat her and after Bobby laid down the law to her about how it was over, she was a broken woman. Seriously, I’d never seen her confidence so shaken. After being on the receiving end of her abuse for so long, it was an opportunity I couldn’t pass up. So I convinced her of the plan…actually took me longer than I thought it would. I thought she’d be hungry for revenge, but no. I had to reignite that fire, but I knew she’d agree in the end.”
“So she WAS trying to kill me too.” You say.
“Oh yes. That was the plan as far as she knew. She’d kill you, but then I’d kill her and make up an excuse that I tried to save you or something similar. Of course when you stayed with Bobby during that whole time we were dealing with Aaron, I knew it wasn’t going to work which then resulted in an argument between me and Diana since she was now back to bullying mode. I knocked her out and I nearly killed her then, but I thought suggesting that she be your sacrifice on your wedding day would be fitting. When I found out Aaron had killed all the other prisoners…well that worked out even better since you suggested it.”
“But you still wanted to kill me.”
“Yes…after the chaos of yesterday and after I saw how you stuck by Bobby. I knew you really did love Bobby as much as Diana did…maybe even as much as me. So I temporary rethought my actions. I thought maybe I could live with Bobby being with someone like you. I mean you were nice to me at least. And I knew at least Bobby would be happy with you. When I woke up this morning though, I realized I just couldn’t let you have him without at least making one last ditch effort…and so here we are.”

At this point Helen starts to lose what little composure she mustered up to tell her side of the story. She starts to break down in tears again and apologizes to you and going on about how much she loves Bobby. It’s really pitiful and sad. You can’t believe you’re almost considering NOT killing her now.

Before you can come to any sort of conclusion, you hear shooting and screaming from outside. Still keeping an eye on Helen, you edge over to the window and take a peek.

You see several figures crawling under the truck blocking the broken front gate or trying to climb the fence. The ones that have gotten in are loping in a wild jerky like motion. They’re also screaming, howling and making inhuman sounds. From your vantage point they LOOK human, but they’re certainly not acting like it.

A loud banging on the door occurs next and you glare at Helen who doesn’t make a sound.

“Hey! Suzy! You in there?! Why’s this door locked?” you hear a voice shout. You think its Veronica.
“Yeah, I’m in here. What’s going on? I just heard all the commotion.” You answer.
“We’re being attacked by zombies!” Veronica answers.

You and Helen look over at each other briefly.

“Did you say zombies?” you ask.
“Yeah, I mean…I dunno if they are. Maybe they’re just rabid humans or something, but they’re gnashing their teeth, moaning and coming at us like something out of a horror movie. We need all the help we can get to repel these things!”
“Okay, Veronica. I’ll be out in a moment!” you yell.
“Well hurry up…and you haven’t seen Helen have you?”

Helen and you look at each other again.

“Yeah, she’s in here with me. I was trying on my wedding dress that she brought.” You say.
“If the pair of you don’t stop playing dress up, there won’t be a damn wedding! Bobby’s having a hard enough time trying to keep them from getting close to the house!”

A loud crashing noise followed by gunfire is heard from downstairs.

“Shit! That sounded close! I gotta go!” Veronica shouts and you hear her run off.

Well it looks like Bobby’s “pep talk” yesterday lit a fire under his relative’s asses to pull their weight around here at least.

“(Sigh) Fucking zombies. Of course this day HAD to get worse…” you say shaking your head.
“Suzy, we need to go to Bobby, he needs our help.”
“We?” you ask.
“…I…look…I know what’s just occurred between us and you have no reason to trust me, but from what Veronica said, it sound like this is a bad attack and we’ll need everyone we can to stop it!”

She might have a point or she might just be stalling for a chance to escape or clobber you in the head. Possibly both.
> You deal with Helen now
You can’t trust her. Even if you wanted to, you can’t do it. She’s actually proven to be more dangerous than Diana could hope to be, if she’s weaved multiple murder plots against you this week.

You don’t have a choice. You have to kill her. In fact the more you look at how weak and helpless she is right now…

You WANT to kill her.

“Alright, get up Helen, let’s go help Bobby.” You say offering a hand to help her up.

Helen looks up at you and takes your hand trustingly. When she stands up, she starts to look relieved.

And that’s when you back hand her and shove her to the floor.

Helen holds the side of her face and tries to back away.

“No! No! No! You can’t! Please! No! Don’t kill me!” she utters.
“Don’t kill you? I’ll kill you twice you fucking cunt! And trust me, it’s not going to look like an accident!” you say and pounce on top of Helen.

You begin beating Helen like she stole something. Helen pathetically attempts to defend herself, but it predictably doesn’t work. Her pleading for you to stop doesn’t help either. Instead, your hands stop beating her face and then start to wrap around her neck. You want to stop that infernal wailing, the pleading, the crying, everything.

She tries to stop you from choking her, but your grip is firm. Her eyes begin to bulge a bit and she attempts to catch what is little left of her breath.

Then you do something you don’t even expect doing. You start to giggle. You’ve gone beyond anger and are starting to enjoy this. Meanwhile Helen begins to gurgle and gasp what sounds to be words.

“What? What’s that? You trying to speak? You having a little trouble? Here, whisper it to me.” You mock and get slightly closer while still maintaining your grip.

“Bo…Bob..by…he…help…plea…” you hear Helen gasp.
“What? Bobby help you? He can’t help you. He’s not even here.” You sneer.

As Helen’s face turn an unnatural color, you just smile.

“Shhh…shhh…just let go Helen…just let go…you fucking bitch…”

The light in her eyes starts to fade, the life begins to leave her body and her struggle is soon over. She ceases moving.

Ignoring the gunfire and yelling you hear downstairs, you just continue to sit on top of her for a moment staring at her. You stroke her hair.

You’ve finally crossed that line. You know you can kill someone if you have to. Actually you also know you can kill someone if you don’t have to and while you went through a variety of emotions leading to it and during it, now that it’s over, you don’t feel much of anything.

You wonder if your Uncle Ed felt this when he killed someone. Maybe you take after him in some way? Could it be genetic and maybe you have some sort of latent serial killer tendency? Given your family, it isn’t that hard to imagine insanity runs in it.

It sure would explain why you were so comfortable with Bobby in the first place. After all, what rational woman would stay with a man that runs a murderous cult?

But these are all things you can dwell on later; right now you need to help Bobby.

“You know…you did have pretty eyes.” You say with a smirk and stand up.

You open the clothing drawer where Bobby keeps the spare gun he mentioned yesterday, take it and leave the room without even changing your clothes.
And why should you? It’s your wedding day after all.

The events that follow aren’t nearly as interesting as the experience of your first kill. By the time you get to where Bobby and the rest of his family are holding back the invaders, they’ve already killed most of them. You remember shooting a couple of the things, but it wasn’t nearly as exciting as choking the life out of Helen.

Turns out they weren’t zombies anyway. Just seemingly mad humans trying to eat you. You can only guess your town is overrun by them and this is what Aaron was referring to when he said people were eating each other out there.

Some sort of sickness perhaps? Maybe the government was fucking around with a secret weapon like they tend to do and it got out of hand. It would explain why there was a drastic rise in violence even before you left and why the National Guard showed up later.

It isn’t until after all the mad attackers are killed that Bobby manages to address you directly. He’s incredibly tired looking, the rest of his family looks pretty tired too, but he looks like he’s about to collapse.

Bobby asks you if you’re okay and of course you say you’re fine. He then tells the rest of his family to check the rest of the house just to make sure the situation is completely safe. After everyone leaves, he sits down in a nearby chair wiped out from this whole ordeal.

“I think you need to sleep.” You say.
“Can’t. Too much to do. Especially now. Bodies to clean up, walls to patch up, gates and doors to fix. Now we got these…things attacking and who knows if any more will wander this way… there’s just so much to do...” Bobby says trying to fight the exhaustion.
“Let me take care of some of this. You don’t have to do this all by yourself you know.” You say.
“…shit…the wedding. That’s another thing we need to do…I just…had no fucking time to make the preparations…I’m sorry this couldn’t be how it should…” Bobby adds.
“Will you not worry about that? Look, does this wedding really need to be so complicated? Can’t we just get one of your family members to witness it and another to marry us right now so I can at last be your wife properly?” you ask.
“We don’t even need to do that really…I mean I’m the high priest here. All I have to do is say the passage and you accept and we’re married. No need for witnesses, I mean Tiamat’s watching. Who else is needed?”
“What? That’s it? We could’ve done that a long time ago!”
“Well, like I’ve told you before, I just wanted it to be perfect…”

You sit in Bobby’s lap and wrap your arms around him.

“Bobby, just being with you, is enough perfection for me. Besides, isn’t the carnage surrounding us true perfection in the eyes of Tiamat’s chaotic glory or something?” you ask.

Bobby looks around at the nearby mess of broken furniture and the couple bodies laying on the floor and smiles.

“Yes, I suppose you’re right.” He says.

Bobby recites what you guess is a passage from whatever holy book of Tiamat he got it from and when the time comes, you accept your place as his wife.

Then the both of you kiss like you’ve done so many times before, though this time it’s different. You now feel like you belong here.

“Oh. Here. I’ve been carrying this in my pocket the whole day, nearly forgot it was there.” Bobby remarks and hands you a ring with a sizable red diamond in the center and smaller black inlayed around it. It’s definitely beautiful and when you try it on, you find that it fits perfectly.

“Let me guess, this used to be your grandmother’s ring?” you ask.
“Yeah…how did you know?”
“Oh let’s just say the fact that it fits me so well like her wedding dress did was a clue.”
“Yeah, I was meaning to ask about that.” Bobby says rubbing your legs.
“Oh Helen gave me the dress to try on before all the trouble went down. Didn’t really have time to change.”
“(Yawn) Where is Helen anyway? I didn’t see her with you when you arrived, but then I was in the middle of blasting some freak’s head off at the time.”
“Oh she stayed upstairs.” You say.
“Hm, probably looking after the children as usual. She’s really reliable that way, (Yawn) nice girl. That’s why didn’t believe the bullshit Diana was spouting about her when I was cleaning up the dungeon.”
“Oh? What was that?”

Bobby begins to close his eyes, but keeps talking.

“Oh, she was trying to claim Helen set her up and the attempt on your life was all her plan and how she never wanted to kill me at all…(yawn) typical desperation to save her own ass. Pretty laughable that she thought I’d believe it, I mean Helen likes you.”
“Hm…where is Diana now?”
“Oh she’s still in her cage…(yawn).”

“Good. I’m going to go kill her.” You say.
“You, don’t need to you know. You (yawn) don’t need to prove anything. I can do it.”
“No, it’s fine. I’m willing to do it. I mean maybe this isn’t going to be official or how you planned, but I’m part of this family now and I’m going to make the effort to be fully part of it because I love you.”

At this point Bobby smiles at your words and his consciousness fades completely and he’s asleep. You give him another kiss and get up to head to the dungeon.

When you get there you see Diana sitting in her cage with a bored expression. When she sees you, she ceases looking as bored.

“It’s you.” She says and her eyes begin to examine your clothing and then wander over to your finger sporting your new status in the family. She also spies the pistol in your hand.

“I…heard a lot of noise upstairs. Is Bobby okay?”
“Don’t you worry about Bobby. He’s not your concern anymore.”
“So…you’re the new top mama now?”

You don’t answer you just raise your arms presenting yourself to signify that is the case. Her head hangs briefly knowing she’s truly defeated.

“Shit… can you at least tell me if Helen’s dead?”
“Yes, she’s dead.” You answer.

This revelation while not making any impact on Diana’s ultimate fate still brings a brief bit of happiness to her.

“Good…that’s good… okay, no point in dragging this out.” Diana says and stands as close as she can to the bars and you get slightly closer with the pistol drawn.

“Fuck Tiamat and fuck you blondie.” Diana says and then you fire a round into her chest.

Diana falls back wheezing, gasping and clutching at the bloody wound. You move in closer to watch her for the last few minutes she clings to life, but then eventually she follows her sister in death.

And now your “competition” has completely been eliminated.

Leaving Diana in much the same way you left Helen, you go back upstairs and attempt to take charge of some of what needs to be done around the house.

It’s actually easier than you think. Bobby’s family is a little surprised by the fact that you and he got married so spur of the moment, but that’s not a problem and given the recent events, they were less focused on attending a formal wedding anyway. You tell Veronica to go check on the children and to make sure they’re okay, when she seems less than enthused to do it and asks where Helen is, you get in her face and tell her.

“She’s dead.”
“What?! Well shouldn’t we tell Bobby?” Veronica exclaims with the rest of the family looking a little surprised at this revalation.
“Bobby needs his rest and I’m calling the shots while he does so, now just do what the hell I say Veronica. The rest of you help me move these corpses out of here and Bobby’s sleeping in the living room near the kitchen. Let’s try not to wake him.”

Clean up goes relatively fast. Around the house at least since that’s your primary concern. You go for the quick dirty approach of just getting all the dead bodies in one pile outside. You briefly think about burning them, but then you worry that maybe that might attract more attention. You figure Bobby can make that decision tomorrow.

Since you’re not any sort of carpenter or anything similar your solution to patch up any broken windows and the front door is to barricade it with furniture for the night.

Somewhere just after midnight everyone is ready to crash. You take mercy on everyone and tell them to just sleep with a weapon tonight and you’ll take tonight’s watch. You aren’t sure how you’re going to do it with as tired as you are, but fortunately when you check on Bobby you find that he’s just waking up and after a bit of a report, he is pleasantly surprised by what you’ve done.

“Well that’s at least a few things I don’t need to worry about. Probably a good idea on not burning the bodies yet. We can do that tomorrow when everyone is alert in case it does draw attention. Nice job in taking charge.”
“Thanks.” You say with a yawn.
“Why don’t you go upstairs and get some sleep. I’m good now. I can take watch.”
“You sure? You were up longer than I was.”
“Nah, I’m really fine. I don’t usually need much sleep anyway. I just needed the brief recharge. Hey, we’re in this together remember? I’ll take over now.” He says.

You don’t argue you just kiss him goodnight and tell him you love him and to call you if he needs your help.

You head upstairs back to your bedroom feeling sleep creep up on you ever faster.

When you get to your bedroom, you find Helen still lying on the floor where you left her. Besides forgetting to clean up her body, you also forgot to tell Bobby about what happened to her. (You didn’t really tell the rest of his family either, you just said she was dead and they never really asked how she died.)

You look at Helen’s corpse again and then look over at the portrait of Grandma Morningstar with its eyes watching everything as usual.

“Fuck it, he can find out tomorrow. I’m tired and I undoubtedly still have your ghostly mindfuck bullshit to look forward to in dreamland tonight.” You say.

Stepping over Helen’s body, you get into bed and fall asleep.
> Next day…
SATURDAY

"Suzy! You’ve won! You’ve truly overcome all odds! You have not only survived the various uncertain events of this week, but you’ve also thrived! Ladies and gentlemen, let’s give our small town girl some applause and respect for she truly is worthy of it!”

As the crowd claps, whistles and stomps their feet in support, you sit at a large table by yourself looking at…

A bigger bag of dicks.

It’s even labeled as such. BIGGER BAG OF DICKS in big black lettering so you can’t miss it though that would be impossible since the bag itself is wide enough to take up half of the table and tall enough that you can’t even see the audience from where you’re sitting unless you stand up or look around the bag.

You just shake your head.

“This joke never gets old with you does it?” you ask.

No sooner have you said that, when everything disappears and you’re facing Grandma Morningstar in the blasted wasteland again.

“I told you, I don’t have anything to do with your oral fixation scenario dreams, but I will admit it’s a pretty funny joke.”
“Hardly, but anyway am I finally done with all this nonsense? Am I finally meeting this Misty?” you say.
“You figure out who it is yet?”
“Yeah and I can’t believe I didn’t catch it before. Misty…MISS T…Tiamat.” You answer.
“Yay! Your pretty little blonde head finally got it! Give this woman the BIGGEST BIG OF DICKS as a reward!” Grandma Morningstar cackles to the point where she actually starts wheezing a bit.

“You done yet, you mean old crone?” you ask.
“Crone is it? Better watch the tone there blondie, you might be officially family now, but don’t think I’m going to put up with your sass. Even in this form I could severely fuck you up, you best remember that.” Grandma Morningstar warns.
“What…what are you exactly anyway? A ghost? A demon?”
“Does it matter? Tiamat blessed me with this existence for my dedication to chaos and if you continue to prove yourself worthy like you have been doing then when that inevitable day comes that you shuffle off your mortal coil you might be just as blessed as I am. I doubt it though. You’ll probably just rot in the ground.”
“Probably right since I’m not exactly the most religious person.”
“Bah, Tiamat doesn’t really care about mindless ritualistic worship. She is the goddess of chaos so who knows what she really likes at any given time?”
“Interesting, so am I meeting her now?”
“Uh, no. Tiamat is sort of busy now or maybe she just doesn’t care, hard to tell sometimes…”
“What?! I thought you said I was meeting her now.”
“I actually never did, but cheer up. Given that you just admitted to not being a religious sort you can’t be too disappointed in not meeting her directly.”
“Well…no, but that’s not the point. I sort of feel like there was a build up and by not meeting her now is an anti-climax.”
“Ah, but if you really think about it, your journey has only just begun! Perhaps there is more build up for the ultimate climax later! There is nothing to say you won’t meet her in the future, but will it be on good terms or bad? Eh? Eh? One never knows!”
“Great, more shit to worry about.”

Grandma Morningstar steps forward and touches you on the shoulder.

“Don’t despair blondie, you’ll do fine. Besides, I like you.” She says and then pinches your cheek before giving you a couple gentle taps to the face like some sort of mafia godfather figure from the movies.

As you rub your face, Grandma Morningstar waves goodbye to you, disappears and everything around you gets dark.

And you wake up.

You’re a little surprised since you have a body right next to you, but you quickly calm down when you realize its Bobby. He’s partially under the blankets with you and puts down a book he was reading.

“You okay? You seem a little jumpy. Bad dream?” he asks.
“Eh…better than others I’ve had this week. We actually need to have a talk about them…when we…” you then realize if Bobby is here then he’s obviously seen Helen.

You look over to your left and see that Helen’s body is no longer there and then you look over at Bobby.

“…I meant to tell you about that…” you say.
“No need. I can sort of guess what happened. So I take it Diana wasn’t lying to me after all?”
“Not completely, Helen was the initial mastermind, but Diana was definitely still going to kill me when the opportunity presented itself. Things didn’t quite work out as planned as you can tell.”
“Hm. Still can’t believe it. Helen was always so quiet and docile.”
“Well, you know what they say about the quiet ones. They’re the most dangerous.” You remark.
“Guess you know something about that.” Bobby says.
“Yeah…I guess I do.” You say cuddling up next to him.

It’s true. You used to be a shut in wallflower at one time. That meek girl that used to hide out in the basement is long gone after this week’s events.

“I see you’re still wearing your dress as well as your ring.”
“Oh. Yeah, too tired to change and the ring…well I really like it.” You say caressing it a bit.
“That’s good. I’m glad.”
“So…what are you doing up here anyway? Thought you were on watch duty.” You ask.
“I was, and as usual you’ve slept most of the day again. It’s the middle of the afternoon. I’m up here because I was going to get a bit of rest before catching some more sleep due to being up all night. Plus I figure the rest of the family can do the majority of grunt work for a change without me having to hoover over them. Besides, I wanted to spend time with my wife and be the first thing she sees when she wakes up. I know that hasn’t been a real common thing since you got here.”
“I’ll say. I’m glad you’re here too since we haven’t had a chance to consummate the marriage and we really need to do that…like right now.” You say and your hand starts groping at Bobby’s crotch.

“You aren’t THAT tired.” You remark after feeling his dick status.
“Well not now I’m not.” Bobby says and then embraces you.

You feel Bobby plunge into like you have so many times before, but this time it almost feels slightly different because you’re now married to this man. Something about that makes it almost feel more…”special”.

You didn’t really think you’d ever really feel that way over some silly ritual that joins people supposedly for life, but its probably more of the fact that you know for certain that Bobby is your soul mate.

During the love making session, you begin to take on a more aggressive role and eventually get Bobby so he’s under you and continue riding him. It’s a bit different than the norm since he’s usually the dominant one ramming it into you, but he isn’t enjoying it any less.

And then near the point of climax that’s when it happens. A flash of bright light briefly covers the windows and a loud noise is heard in the distance.

“Shit what the hell was that?” Bobby asks sitting up a bit.
“I dunno. I had my eyes closed and I just caught the tail end of the flash. Glad I didn’t have them all the way open.” You remark rubbing your eyes a bit.
“Wait a minute…I think I know…” Bobby says and then motions for you to get off of him.

He walks over to the window and you follow close behind.

In the distance to the west, 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, but you’re still a little concerned if you’re in some sort of fallout radius.

“So…they finally went and did it.” You say.
“Looks like. (Sigh) Shit.” Bobby says.
“What’s wrong? I thought we were prepared for this sort of thing.”
“Oh we are. I’m not even worried about that, it’s just I wanted to spend the day relaxing with you. Now? Well I think you know I’m going to have to go and direct everyone. You know at least one of my family, if not all of them are going to come running up here asking what to do.”
“Yeah, well such is the burden of being a leader.”
“Indeed. Guess I better get down there. Are you coming?”
“Of course my love. We’re in this together.”

You and Bobby get dressed and prepare yourselves for the new world that’s undoubtedly coming soon confident in the fact that whatever its going to throw at you, you’ll do it together.
> …
Matriarch of Madness

The Future…

“We’re here mom.” Your son says as your personal armored truck pulls up to the site.

You look out the window and see the beautiful carnage outside. You can even hear some of the screams and crying from here.

“Ahh, yes. Lovely.” You say.
“Yeah, dad really did a number on this place after the siege was finally successful.” Your son remarks.
“Well those rednecks really were asking for it by encroaching on a town that was rightfully ours. Glad to see this white trash haven finally being put to the torch and annihilated. It was a blight on the map even before the nukes hit. Well anyway let’s go, I want to surprise your father.” You remark getting ready to unlock the door.
“You sure you want to get out? I mean we only just took the place and while the place is in the process of being purged completely, there were still a few of these trailer park bastards hiding in the area. In fact we believe some even ran into the nearby woods and are planning a counter attack. Not that they have any meaningful way of doing so, but still.”
“Your concern for my safety is sweet Enki, but I didn’t get where I am today by remaining fearful of the possibility of the unknown. Besides, I so rarely get to see your father work anymore and I’d like to give him a nice surprise on his victory. I mean what do you think? Do you think when he sees me, he’ll want to bend me over on the nearest pile of corpses?” you ask and open up the trench coat you’re wearing over your naked body and run your hands briefly down your body

Enki feeling slightly uncomfortable is unsure of what to say.

“Well? I mean three children and not a fucking stretchmark. Years older and not even an inch of cellulite. I’m not just a MILF, I’m the fucking Alpha MILF.” You laugh.
“Um, yeah you look pretty mom. I dunno, I don’t think about you in that way.” Enki remarks.
“You’re a poor liar son. I’ve seen the way you look at me sometimes. You think I don’t notice you staring at my chest or those brief glances at my ass on occasion?”
“No, I…” Enki starts to say before you interrupt him by waving your hand at him.

“It’s okay as long as you know never to touch. Your older brother Anu had to learn that lesson the hard way from your father. Glad cutting off his pinkies didn’t impede his combat abilities though.”
“Um, yeah. I’d never do that. I…” Enki starts to say then you interrupt him again. This time by putting a finger to his lips.
“Of course you wouldn’t. You’re the smartest of my children. True, you’re a little on the quiet and introspective side, but then so was I at your age, probably even more so…and as they say it’s the quiet ones you have to look out for.” You say stroking his face.

Enki is speechless while you continue this exercise in severely fucked up mixed messages.

“I love all family and I especially love all my children, however I’ll only admit this to you. You’re my favorite and because you’re my favorite, I’m going to give you something a little more…just a taste if you will…but not a word. It’s a secret and secrets aren’t special when everyone knows.”

You take the same finger that was on his lips and while closing your eyes and making “mmm” sounds, you slowly insert it into your mouth and then back out again just as slowly.

When you open your eyes, Enki is obviously in a mixed state of panic and being incredibly turned on. He probably doesn’t know whether to run or whip his dick out and start shoving your head into his lap. Since doesn’t know what your intentions are he just freezes. You’re totally enjoying the way he has to be having a lot of mental conflict with this.

“Now, I’m going to go find your father. I’m sure you’ve got other things you’ll need to take care of so you needn’t escort me. I’ve got a pistol in my coat pocket anyway, so I’ll be safe. Love you son.” You say with a smile and get out of the car.

You walk into what remains of the trailer park. You can’t imagine this place looked much different before your family rightfully conquered it. Several of the trailers are overturned, a couple of them are on fire. In fact a couple of its inhabitants are also on fire. Bobby’s younger siblings Aiden and Nadia are casually lighting up a third redneck tied to a stake when you walk over to them. They both respectfully bow when they see you.

“Hello…” Aiden says.
“Aunt Suzy.” Nadia says.
“Didn’t expect to…” Aiden adds.
“…see you here.” Nadia finishes.
“I’m surprising Bobby, have you seen him?” you ask, trying to speak over the screaming trailer trash burning alive.
“Our brother…” Aiden says.
“…we believe…” Nadia says.
“is on…” Aiden adds.
“the farside of the trailer park.” They say in unison.
“Okay then, I’ll let you get back to it.” You say and then they nod and go back to watching their victims burn.

Passing more scenes of violence and waving to a couple of Bobby’s cousins, nephews and nieces you eventually run into your youngest son Nergal who approaches with a young girl over his shoulder. He must have knocked her unconscious because she’s not even struggling. Nergal may be the youngest of your children, but he’s huge and towers over everyone else in your family. He’d be a scary figure to most, but to you, he’s your baby.

“Mom! When did you get here?” Nergal says excitedly.
“Just now. Have you seen your father?”
“Yeah, he’s with Anu in that trailer near the edge of that large field over there. I think they’re arguing about a possible plan to make raids on New Security next, but that was boring so I left to go have fun with what’s left of the population here.”
“Looks like you got a good one son.” You remark and point at the girl over his shoulder.
“Yeah, this will be fun for awhile, but battle we had before…man it was great! You should’ve seen me mom! I almost racked up as many kills as Anu!”
“That’s good! Glad to hear it. Tiamat will be most pleased. Well, I’m here to see your father so I’ll talk to you later. Love you son.” You say and leave him to his aggressive dating strategy.

You see the trailer that you guess Nergal was talking about and approach. Just before you do however, you hear several gunshots come from it. You stop for a moment and then proceed inside. You have nothing to fear. You are a chosen of Tiamat after all.

When you enter the trailer, you see Anu standing over Bobby with a pistol in hand. Bobby lies on the floor with dead eyes and a several holes in his body. His own pistol lies near his hand. The funny thing is when you first saw Anu, you briefly thought it was Bobby. Anu looks a lot like his father back in his youthful days, minus his pinkies of course.

“Awww, that’s a shame. I did so want to surprise your father. Looks like the pair of you surprised me instead.” You remark with a frown causing Anu to turn around.

“He gave me no choice mother. He was no longer a fit leader. He told me that raiding New Security would be a bad idea.”

You walk up to Anu calmly and slap his face. He gives you a look of anger, but does nothing.

“He was right. Raiding New Security is a horrible idea. It’s too large and its defenses are strong. Better to consolidate our current holdings. We’ve got a whole town to play with now.” You say before Anu rudely interrupts.
“Bullshit! He was just being a coward! He was getting old and weak! He was no longer fit to serve Tiamat!” Anu remarks gruffly.

You slap your son again causing his anger to rise.

“Your father may have been many things, but never a coward. And true he was getting old, and obviously your reflexes were faster, but he wasn’t weak either and he still was five times smarter than you, but then that isn’t hard to do. We’re not attacking New Security. End of story.” You say dismissively before he grabs your arms forceful and slams you against the wall. You’re hardly intimidated, Anu has always been predictable.

“YOU are NOT in charge here mother! I AM! I have taken what is rightfully mine! I AM the head of this family now!”
“So, you’ve taken what’s rightfully yours eh? You gonna take me too? Or am I also too old?” you ask with a raise of your eyebrow.

Anu releases you and opens your trench coat revealing your naked body. He stares and marvels at it as if it’s a magical treasure…and for him, it just might be.

He wastes no time in taking it off you and then starts to take off his belt.

“Get on your knees mother.” He orders which causes you to chuckle.
“Oh I’ll be getting on my knees, but we’re not doing this the way YOU think. I came here primarily for your father.”
“The old bastard’s dead in case you haven’t noticed!”
“And? That’s supposed to stop me? (Sigh) you lack imagination, let me show you…”

At this point you kneel down near Bobby’s body and start pulling his bloody shirt up. Blood is everywhere, on his clothes, on the floor and still coming from his wounds. You start putting your hands in it and rubbing yourself all over until his blood is covering most of your own body.

“Hmmmm, it’s almost like I’m even closer to him now…” you say starting to finger yourself as Anu stands by watching.

You then unzip Bobby’s pants and pull out his dead dick. It’s actually hard, which you didn’t expect.

“Ooooh baby…even in death…I can still turn you on. Here, let me prove how much I still love you…” you say and then lower your head down.

While you’re on your hands and knees in blood and enjoying the taste your dead husband’s cock, your son Anu shakes off the initial shock and spurs into action.

“Oh fuck this. He will NOT have you in death as well! I’ll show him! I’ll show you both!” Anu exclaims and gets behind you. You temporary stop what you’re doing to turn your head to address your son.

“It’s about time you manned up and joined us. Just try not to bore me.” You remark and go back to what you were doing while Anu hastily rubs the blood of his dead father on his dick to use as makeshift lube.

Anu starts ramming his dick into your supple ass as if he’s trying to hurt you, but thanks to your many interesting love making sessions with Bobby, this isn’t your first rodeo. Plus he’s not even as big as his father so that isn’t an issue either.

“That all you got son? Your father’s a dead man and he’s still turning me on more. Thought you were going to show me who was really in charge? ” you mock.
“I AM in fucking charge!” he says pulling your hair, which brings a smile to your face.
“Come on then, make mommy happy!” you demand and Anu attempts to do just that.

So much for being “in charge” you’ve got him right where you want him. He may be fucking you in the ass, but you’re in charge. Just like you’ve always been and will continue to be. It will be pathetically easy to manipulate Anu into doing what you want.

Still, maybe Anu does have what it takes to be an effective puppet king…at least in the short term, then in time you’ll have Enki replace him…Enki looks more like you anyway.

As you enjoy your twisted pleasures, you think about how you got to this point as you have in the past a few times before. You think about how easy it was for you to cross line after line after line and how it didn’t even bother you that much to do so.

Did you really get caught up in the murderous rhetoric of being in a sick cult or were you always prone to insanity and all of this was always “you”?
Does it even matter at all?
No. It doesn’t.

What matters is what you can enjoy now in this shitty world and you’ve got that right this minute.

“All hail fucking Tiamat and her glorious chaos!” You laugh maniacally as you climax.

You may not be Grandma Morningstar, but you’re getting there.


That last statement doesn’t sound right to you…

“Wait a minute Helen. I thought you said yesterday that Veronica and Brandon ran to you and stayed with the kids when you parted company with them.”

Helen pauses for a moment.

“Uh yeah, I did. Yes! I meant I left the kids alone, but just as I was leaving, it was fortunate that Veronica and Brandon showed up at that time so they weren’t completely alone.”

Bobby’s grandmother claimed you were slow on the uptake and maybe in dreamland you are, but you know damn well when someone is obviously lying to you.

“That didn’t happen Helen.” You say.
“Wha…yes it did!” Helen exclaims.
“Okay then…” you say and sit down to take off your heels.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m taking off these fucking heels because I don’t feel like nearly breaking my neck when we go ask Veronica and Brandon to confirm your story.”
“Um, I don’t think that will be necessary. In fact, I think Bobby will be fine. Probably just wedding jitters. Apologies for bothering you and glad to see that the dress fits you.” Helen says and starts backing towards the door.
“You know now that I’m thinking about it, it seems pretty strange that Bobby would be crying and praying in front of Diana who I presume is sitting in a dungeon cage right now.”
“She was unconscious?” Helen says as if saying it in the tone of a question is going to cause it to be more believable.
“Unconscious or not, I doubt Bobby would show any sort of weakness around Diana now. In fact I’m starting to doubt a lot of things…”

At this point Helen’s eyes widen in fear and she turns to run for the door. Just as she gets to the handle, you manage to bean her in the head with one of the heels. It’s just enough to stop her from getting away before you rush over and grab her by the hair and throw her to the floor.

“Out with it bitch.” You say and lock the door.

When she doesn’t answer right away, you raise your hand and Helen starts to cry before you’ve even done anything. She cowers by curling up and putting her hands and arms in front of her completely submissively.

“Please! Mercy! It wasn’t my idea! It was all Diana! You just don’t know what it’s like having such a bullying older sister who dominates virtually every aspect of your life!”
“Save the pity party speech about being a victim of sibling abuse. Heard it before and I already lived something similar so it doesn’t impress me. Besides, I’m not buying this babe in the woods routine anymore Helen. At best you’re lying to cover up the fact that Diana AND yourself were planning on killing me all along yesterday and you just covered your own ass when it looked like things weren’t going to work out. At worst, this entire thing was your idea and Diana was just your dumb ass pawn. Either way, I’m not enthused and it doesn’t change the fact that YOU were trying to kill me…were you going to make another attempt today? Huh? Is that why you came up here? Maybe push me down the stairs or something? Claim it was an accident? ANSWER ME AND DON’T FUCKING LIE!”
“Okay! Okay! I’ll tell you everything! Just please try to understand it wasn’t personal! I actually like you!”
“Not personal?! You like me? So I guess your plan to kill me was just your way of showing affection?”
“No (sob) I did it because I just love (sob) Bobby so much! I always have and I stood on the sidelines too long. (sob) I was just so desperate…”

You just shake your head and sigh at this point. Helen sits up from the floor and scoots back to prop herself up against your bed coughing, sniffling, and trying to regain her composure. You stand nearby ready to jump on her if she tries anything, but for now you allow this moment for her to “explain” as it were.

“If there had been some way to remove you Suzy without killing you I would have done it. You have to believe me I really would have. I even thought about approaching you in a plan to kill Diana instead.”
“Yeah and then you would’ve probably killed me afterwards to make it look like Diana and I killed each other.”
“No! I was going to…well I was going to try to seduce you.”
“Excuse me?” you say completely surprised by that part of the explanation.
“Well I wasn’t sure, but I just sort of got a feeling from you that you might be a bit… flexible on your orientation.” Helen says.
“Wha… (sputter) What the hell would give you that impression?” you exclaim.
“I dunno…sometimes I thought your eyes were wandering all over my body a little more than average whenever we spoke, plus you were so nice to me and you just sort of give off a lesbian vibe at times. I probably would’ve been too shy to go through with it anyway so it obviously wouldn’t have worked.”
“You’re damn right that wouldn’t have worked! And what was your plan after that if your main goal was Bobby? Were you going to seduce me and while you were fucking me from behind with a big strap on you were going to plunge a knife in my back?” you ask Helen.
“No, I told you, if I didn’t have to kill you, I wouldn’t have. I would have just suggested that we both marry Bobby. It’s not common, but our religion does allow for multiple wives. I think… I think I could have shared him with you.”

“…I…I can’t believe how fucked up this situation even is…” you say sitting down on a nearby chair. Meanwhile Helen continues her tale of woe.

“But I approached Diana because she was my sister and I knew her better. She was predictable. After I saw you beat her and after Bobby laid down the law to her about how it was over, she was a broken woman. Seriously, I’d never seen her confidence so shaken. After being on the receiving end of her abuse for so long, it was an opportunity I couldn’t pass up. So I convinced her of the plan…actually took me longer than I thought it would. I thought she’d be hungry for revenge, but no. I had to reignite that fire, but I knew she’d agree in the end.”
“So she WAS trying to kill me too.” You say.
“Oh yes. That was the plan as far as she knew. She’d kill you, but then I’d kill her and make up an excuse that I tried to save you or something similar. Of course when you stayed with Bobby during that whole time we were dealing with Aaron, I knew it wasn’t going to work which then resulted in an argument between me and Diana since she was now back to bullying mode. I knocked her out and I nearly killed her then, but I thought suggesting that she be your sacrifice on your wedding day would be fitting. When I found out Aaron had killed all the other prisoners…well that worked out even better since you suggested it.”
“But you still wanted to kill me.”
“Yes…after the chaos of yesterday and after I saw how you stuck by Bobby. I knew you really did love Bobby as much as Diana did…maybe even as much as me. So I temporary rethought my actions. I thought maybe I could live with Bobby being with someone like you. I mean you were nice to me at least. And I knew at least Bobby would be happy with you. When I woke up this morning though, I realized I just couldn’t let you have him without at least making one last ditch effort…and so here we are.”

At this point Helen starts to lose what little composure she mustered up to tell her side of the story. She starts to break down in tears again and apologizes to you and going on about how much she loves Bobby. It’s really pitiful and sad. You can’t believe you’re almost considering NOT killing her now.

Before you can come to any sort of conclusion, you hear shooting and screaming from outside. Still keeping an eye on Helen, you edge over to the window and take a peek.

You see several figures crawling under the truck blocking the broken front gate or trying to climb the fence. The ones that have gotten in are loping in a wild jerky like motion. They’re also screaming, howling and making inhuman sounds. From your vantage point they LOOK human, but they’re certainly not acting like it.

A loud banging on the door occurs next and you glare at Helen who doesn’t make a sound.

“Hey! Suzy! You in there?! Why’s this door locked?” you hear a voice shout. You think its Veronica.
“Yeah, I’m in here. What’s going on? I just heard all the commotion.” You answer.
“We’re being attacked by zombies!” Veronica answers.

You and Helen look over at each other briefly.

“Did you say zombies?” you ask.
“Yeah, I mean…I dunno if they are. Maybe they’re just rabid humans or something, but they’re gnashing their teeth, moaning and coming at us like something out of a horror movie. We need all the help we can get to repel these things!”
“Okay, Veronica. I’ll be out in a moment!” you yell.
“Well hurry up…and you haven’t seen Helen have you?”

Helen and you look at each other again.

“Yeah, she’s in here with me. I was trying on my wedding dress that she brought.” You say.
“If the pair of you don’t stop playing dress up, there won’t be a damn wedding! Bobby’s having a hard enough time trying to keep them from getting close to the house!”

A loud crashing noise followed by gunfire is heard from downstairs.

“Shit! That sounded close! I gotta go!” Veronica shouts and you hear her run off.

Well it looks like Bobby’s “pep talk” yesterday lit a fire under his relative’s asses to pull their weight around here at least.

“(Sigh) Fucking zombies. Of course this day HAD to get worse…” you say shaking your head.
“Suzy, we need to go to Bobby, he needs our help.”
“We?” you ask.
“…I…look…I know what’s just occurred between us and you have no reason to trust me, but from what Veronica said, it sound like this is a bad attack and we’ll need everyone we can to stop it!”

She might have a point or she might just be stalling for a chance to escape or clobber you in the head. Possibly both.
> You take Helen with you
While you’re very tempted to kill her, the immediate threat at hand does present the need for every possible person to help even if that means throwing Helen to the zombies to buy yourself time if you need to.

“Alright, get up Helen, let’s go help Bobby.” You say offering a hand to help her up.

Helen looks up at you and takes your hand trustingly. When she stands up, she starts to look relieved, then she tenses up again when you go to Bobby’s clothing drawer to get the spare gun he mentioned yesterday.

“Relax, this is for the zombies, or whatever those things are.” You say.
“Oh.”
“Yeah, well don’t look too relieved Helen. After this is over, me and you are going to settle up.” You say.
“I…understand.” Helen says while nodding.
“Okay then, you first.” You say gesturing towards the door.
“Wait, aren’t you going to change?” Helen asks.
“Huh? Oh. No, it’s my fucking wedding day, why shouldn’t I wear my dress?”
“Um, okay then.”

Helen cautiously unlocks and opens the door. You both hear the sounds of gunfire and more glass breaking downstairs, this followed by shouting and inhuman growling.

“Suzy, I don’t have a weapon.” Helen remarks.
“Well I guess you’re just going to have to trust me to protect you, because I’m certainly not giving you one.” You say.

Defeated, Helen stops stalling and you both leave and proceed downstairs. (Making sure she’s in front of you of course) The growling, shouting and the gunfire get louder. As you head towards the center of the house, Helen freezes up in fear.

“Helen, move your ass! We don’t have…” you start to say and then suddenly one of the things bursts through the door in front of you and Helen. Helen screams and practically crumples to the floor in front of you in terror. Unfortunately for you the thing in question lunges over Helen and right at you!

You fall backwards and drop your gun in the process. You manage to keep it from biting your face off by at least pushing your forearms up across its neck. At this close range, it doesn’t look rotten, just very dirty looking and crazed. Still, undead or not, you don’t want to risk getting bit, let alone killed and eaten.

As you struggle with the creature on the floor, you briefly look desperately over the gun that you dropped and try to reach for it, but it’s just out your grasp. The thing nearly bites you again and tightens its grip on your arms in an attempt to immobilize you. Even your knees to its groin don’t help.

Then out the corner of your eye you see another hand reach for the gun.

“Shit.” You say knowing that this isn’t good.

Then a shot is fired into the side of the thing’s head and blood splatters on you, the floor and partially on the nearby wall.

You try to pull yourself out from under the corpse, but at this range Helen isn’t going to miss even if you could free yourself quickly.

You just give her a glaring look of hatred as she points the gun at you even if she does look like she doesn’t want to do it.

“I knew I should’ve killed your treacherous ass.” You say.
“I’m sorry Suzy, but I just can’t trust you, anymore than you can trust me. I wish this could’ve been different.” Helen responds

Before you have any more last words, Helen ends your life with several shots to your head.


This is the man you’ve chosen to marry for better or worse. If you aren’t going to help him in a matter of life or death then that wouldn’t say much for your commitment.

Besides, if he gets killed this whole compound is going to turn to shit and you’d no doubt be at the bottom of it, assuming Aaron doesn’t kill you all first.

Pulling away from Helen, you grab one of the dropped rifles by one of Bobby’s family and rush outside towards Bobby who is still taking cover behind a car and firing upon the Aaron. He sees you out the corner of his eye while still keeping an eye on the direction of the truck.

“Keep your head down, I think Aaron escaped out the passenger door of the truck and is hiding behind Brandon’s car now. Where the hell did you come from anyway? I told Helen to go get you and the younger children to a safer location when Aaron showed up.” Bobby exclaims.
“Yeah well I’m showing you that I’m not just going to let you do this shit alone. I’m with you all the way. No hiding with Helen and the kids, no matter what you say.”

You’re interrupted by gunfire on your position and Aaron ranting.

“You think you can stop what’s coming by hiding? Hah! People are already fucking EATING each other out there! Shit, I’ll be doing you a favor by killing you now. Actually now that I think about… your blonde bitch looks like a fine piece of ass in more way than one!” Aaron shouts and starts laughing maniacally and then throws another grenade your way.

You and Bobby have no choice but to leave your position and make a dash back to the house entrance. It’s somewhat of a minor miracle that you and Bobby aren’t hit by any of the bullets he fires at you. You manage to get inside just as the grenade goes off and adds to the total of destroyed vehicles outside.

You and Bobby are on the floor though Bobby has partially managed to cover you with his own body.

“What the hell did he do, rip off the entire National Guard armory?” you say as Bobby back kicks the front door shut from his prone position.
“I don’t know but…”

Two more explosions are heard on the left side of compound. Aaron is apparently throwing explosives through the windows now.

“Shit, I hope nobody ran and hid over there.” You remark as the pair of you start to get up off the floor.
“Where the fuck IS everyone anyway? Nice to know I can REALLY count on these fuckers when the going gets tough. Why the fuck am I even bothering again? Fuck!” Bobby yells in frustration.

You understand his anger, but it’s probably not the best time for a rant.

“Bobby, calm yourself. You can yell at those idiots later, but right now all that matters is that I’m here helping you okay?” you say.
“Hey…I’ll help too…” a voice suddenly says. You both look and see that it’s Helen with a pistol in hand.
“Helen, you’re supposed to be with the children!” Bobby exclaims.
“Veronica and Brandon are with them. When they ran, the children’s room upstairs was the first place they went. Guess they were concerned about their daughters.”
“…well I guess I can understand the pair of them running to their children. So they’re looking after all the kids then?” Bobby remarks.
“Yeah, I figured since they were doing that, I’d come help you, though I hope I just don’t get in the way.”
“No, it’s good. Glad you’re here Helen. What about Ronald and Denise?” Bobby says.
“Haven’t seen them. Um, I haven’t seen Diana either…in case you were wondering.” Helen remarks briefly glancing at you after saying it.
“Hopefully Aaron kills her.” You remark.
“Yeah, well I actually was going to exile her today, but that might have to wait assuming Aaron doesn’t kill her.” Bobby says.
“Okay, enough of all this. What’s the game plan?” you ask slightly disappointed that Bobby’s decision was to exile Diana rather than death, but you aren’t entirely surprised. Still, there’s always the hope that Aaron does kill her.

Bobby quickly snaps back to the situation at hand.

“Well it sounds like he’s stopped with the explosives, or maybe he’s just fishing out more. I’d say the safest bet is to get to the second floor and shoot him through one of the windows. No point in going back out the front door when we can get the vantage point.”
“How do we know he’s still outside, he might’ve already entered house through one of the holes he’s undoubtedly made with his grenades.” You say.
“Yeah true. No telling where he might be heading first. The armory maybe?” Helen remarks.
“He’s still gotta come through this way if he wants to go there. Given his state of mind though he might also try to do something like run upstairs and kill all the children for fun. Hell, I wouldn’t put it past him to try to access the prisoner’s dungeon and set them all free. It is on the left wing after all.”
Maybe we should split up and take different floors?” Helen asks.
“Maybe though I’m not keen on the idea of splitting up. (Sigh) Okay. Since you said Brandon and Veronica are with the children, I’m going to hope they’re up to dealing with Aaron if he shows up. I’m going to the left wing of the house and try to stop him there. I want you two to stay here and guard the foyer in case he somehow manages to sneak past me and is heading towards the armory. He’s going to have come through here.” Bobby says.

Helen immediately complies with the plan, but you’re not so sure.

“I really think I should come with you. Splitting up is always a bad idea in these situations.”
“I don’t like it either, but it’s a big house and we need to cast a wide net to deal with this asshole.” Bobby says and then puts his arm over you and takes you aside.

“Besides, as glad as I am that Helen stepped up, we both know she’s not exactly a fighter. I don’t want her coming with me and possibly getting in my way when I’m hunting Aaron, but by the same token I’d feel more comfortable if you were here with her since I know you can handle yourself and aren’t going to freeze up in a fight. I’ll be fine by myself. Don’t worry about me. I mean I did kill your uncle Ed by myself right?” Bobby whispers.

You glance over at Helen and as brave as she’s trying to appear, she still looks like a deer in the headlights. Bobby’s right in that her survival would probably increase if you were here and she had the misfortune of Aaron popping up.

Then again by the same token, YOU’D actually feel safer being with Bobby. You’d also worry less about Bobby’s own safety if you were watching his back. After all, this situation is also little different than the one with your uncle. Aaron’s not just carrying a knife; he’s carrying around grenades and machine guns for one thing. Also, while Helen might be a nice girl, she’s ultimately not your responsibility.
> You stay with Helen
Bobby is going to be able to take care of himself and if he feels more comfortable with you staying with Helen, well it’ll probably put one less distraction in his mind while he’s looking for Aaron.

Also now that the gunfire has died down a bit, you’ve gotten a breather to realize that maybe you rushed into things a little quickly due to wanting to help Bobby so bad. Aaron is really dangerous and you nearly got yourself killed. Maybe you’re becoming more assertive, but you probably should realize you’re not some amazon princess to go in guns blazing.

“Okay Bobby, I’ll stay with Helen, but please be careful.” You remark.
“I’ll be fine, you two just keep a look out and remember, if you see him, don’t talk, just shoot. Oh and if Ronald and Denise ever come out of hiding and pass through here, tell them to fucking help you.”” Bobby says and then kisses you before heading to the left wing of the house.

Soon after Bobby leaves, you put your back against one of the walls and start keeping an eye on the doorways. Helen tries to do the same, but she paces a lot more. It’s obvious she’s nervous, but the fact that she’s nervous, starts making you nervous.

“Helen will you stop pacing like that? You’re putting me more on edge than necessary.” You say.
“Sorry. This is just so nerve racking. I’m really worried about Bobby you know? I wonder if we should’ve gone with him.”
“You heard what he said, he wants us to stay here to make sure Aaron doesn’t manage to run around him to other parts of the house. Besides he said he can handle Aaron and I trust him.” You say.
“Yeah I guess you’re ri…AH! WHAT WAS THAT?!” Helen suddenly exclaims causing you to jump.
“Don’t fucking do that!” you say.
“But didn’t you hear that noise? It sounds like its coming from the left wing where Bobby went.”
“I didn’t hear anything, you’re paranoid.”
“I swear! I heard something! Ohhh, I think we should go help Bobby, but I dunno…oh I wish none of this was going on!” Helen says and begins pacing in the middle of the room even more to the point of starting to shake a bit.

At this moment you starting to get concerned she’s going to accidently fire off her gun at you, not to mention she’s starting to get on your nerves. You walk over to not so gently calm her down.

“HELEN! Stop it and clam the fuck down!” you say and grab Helen’s arm tightly.

Then you briefly hear the sounds of rushing footsteps behind you and you don’t even get to completely turn around before you feel a crushing blow to the side of your head.

You crumple to the floor on your knees and then another blow to your head causes you to collapse flat on the floor and lose grip of your rifle. A pair of blurry hands quickly grabs it from you.

“What took you so long?” Helen asks.
“Had to wait for a fucking opportunity. Took YOU long enough to distract her.”
“Well hurry up, I’m worried about Bobby! I think we should help him.”
“He’ll be fine, I’m going to enjoy this…turn your ass over bitch, I wanna look you in the eye when I kill you.” Diana says and kicks you over.

You vision is blurry due to the blows to the head you’ve taken, but you can make out the image of Diana pointing a rifle straight at you. You try to get up, but Diana kicks you in the face.

“Diana, hurry up!”
“Will you shut the fuck up Helen? I’m trying to savor the moment and you’re ruining it!”
“I don’t want one of our cousins suddenly walking in on us!”
“Oh like they’re going to do anything…(Sigh) fine. I swear Helen, you’re no fun whatsoever. Well blondie, I wish I could take more time with you, but time isn’t on my side any more than its on yours right now, so guess this is it. You never should’ve laid eyes on Bobby bitch.” Diana says.

Despite Diana aiming for your head and being at this close range she manages to completely fuck up her shot and hit you in the throat instead which doesn’t kill you instantly. Of course maybe that was her intension to let you suffer a bit more.

As you gurgle, choke and start to die, you hear two more shots and through blurry (and now dimming) vision you see Diana’s image get hit and fall backwards.

Helen kneels down next to you and starts stroking the top of your head and hair as you bleed out and die.

“Shhhh, it’ll be over soon. I’m so sorry for this Suzy. I always liked you. You were just in the way…” are the last words you hear.


THURSDAY

"And Suzy is the winner of the world twelve inch salami eating championship! Let's all hear it for our little blonde small town girl!" The announcer shouts which is followed by a roaring crowd.

Not even feeling full, you wipe the sour cream off your lips… and you stand up and yell:

“Alright this is getting fucking insulting! For the past four nights now I’ve been winning contests involving eating phallic shaped food. What the fuck is the symbolism here? That I’m some whore that sucks cock all the time? For fuck’s sake, I’ve only had the one goddamn boyfriend and soon to be husband. If anything I’m the exact opposite of a whore! So whoever or WHATEVER is trying to send a message to me needs to just come out and fucking say it.”

And with those words of indignation, your surroundings immediately change to that of a blasted wasteland. There is nothing around you save for burned out buildings in the distance and dead landscape. Reminds you a bit of a video game you once played.

“You know, the entire world is soon going to look like this…how I wish I could be young and alive to experience the uncertainty and chaos that is going to shape the years to follow.” You hear a voice say.

You turn around and see Bobby’s grandmother again. She’s an old lady walking with a cane this time.

“But enough about the future, let’s talk about the present. You survived a lot longer than I thought you would, maybe you are worthy of my grandson after all. You even are starting to manipulate him a bit, that’s good. The true leaders in Tiamat’s service have always been women anyway. I swear if it wasn’t for us prodding them in the right direction every now and then, most men would be content just jacking off to pass the time. Still, you aren’t quite there yet. I think today should prove to quite interesting. Survive today and you might just meet Misty yet.”

“Okay, I want some answers, who the hell is Misty, and what’s going to happen today?” you demand.
“You’ll find out soon enough what’s going to happen and as for Misty, well why don’t you put some thought into it. I mean it’s pretty simple even for you blondie.” Bobby’s grandmother replies with slight distain.
“Well what’s deal with all these contests in my dreams?”
“Sorry, I really don’t know anything about that. If you’re lucky and actually meet Misty, maybe you can ask her, but I just assumed you really liked dreaming about sucking dick...in a symbolic way I guess. Hmm, come to think of it this would explain why Bobby’s so enamored with you. Maybe you aren’t a whore blondie, but you sure got the mouth of one. It’s almost as if it was a highway for oral sex.”
“Hey!”
“Don’t take offense blondie. It’s a good thing. Suck a man’s dick right, and you can practically get him to do ANYTHING for you. I mean you got natural talent. Hell, maybe even Tiamat blessed you with it so you stood an equal chance against Diana. Now that girl, as much as she loves Bobby, she just can’t suck a dick properly. Bad gag reflex, slightly oversized teeth, I dunno. Tiamat works in whimsical ways I suppose.”
“How do you even know all…nevermind I don’t want to hear anymore.” You say.

Bobby’s grandmother ignores you though and continues to speak.

“Still, Bobby always did have a slight obsession for blowjobs. He likes them a lot more than he’s probably told you. He’s a bit too much of a gentleman that way.”
“Gah! I’m done listening!” you shout feeling increasingly uncomfortable about hearing Bobby’s grandmother talk about his sexual interests.
“Oh, alright Miss Prude. I’m rambling and it’s time for you to go anyway. See ya Deep Throat!” Bobby’s grandmother cackles again and then raises her cane and all your surroundings go black…

And then you wake up.

“Something bad is going to happen today.” You say to yourself.

(Then again why should today be any different from the rest of this week?)

You look around and see nobody in the room (Save for Bobby’s grandmother’s portrait staring like a gargoyle). Looks like Bobby woke up before you as usual. You look at the time on your phone and see you’ve actually slept until the afternoon.

While the normal thing for you to do would be to just stay in your room and avoid everyone, but given your recent dream, you think your best bet might be to be a little proactive today.

After going through your usual routine of washing up and getting dressed you head down to the main living area where you know everyone usually gathers.

Before you get there you bump into Helen, who looks a bit harried and is carrying a pistol in one hand.

“There you are, good. Saves me time. Bobby told me to go get you.” Helen says.
“Wha…what’s going on?” you ask.
“Aaron came back and he’s threatening to drive an army truck through the front gate if we all don’t leave the compound. He claims that we’re defying Tiamat by not embracing the chaos outside. Bobby’s been trying to negotiate with him through the intercom, but he thinks we’re going to have no option but to open fire on Aaron.”
“Where the hell did he get an army truck? Is William with him?”
“Apparently the town has been in a state of martial law since yesterday and the National Guard have taken over according to Aaron’s ranting. I guess he stole one. I don’t think William is with him. Anyway Bobby wants you to be safe so follow me to where all the children...”

Loud shouting by Bobby in the distance suddenly interrupts Helen. You immediately rush towards where he might be located despite the protests by the Helen that you need to come with her though she just runs along with you.

You soon manage to catch up with the most of the family (Save for the younger children and Diana) who are standing in the foyer with their weapons ready and Bobby who has opened the front door.

“Aaron, I tried being reasonable. YOU left here without permission, but that was fine because it’s obvious you didn’t feel happy here. There are several paths to Tiamat’s glory and you obviously had your own ideas about which one you should pick. Anyone here is free to leave, but NOBODY is going to be forced to leave due to your threats! Again, if you try coming in here, you’re going to be shot down like a fucking dog and I’ll personally perform Tiamat’s ritual of desecration over your stinking body so your soul NEVER enters Timat’s glory!” Bobby shouts and walks out with his rifle drawn. Bobby’s brother Jordan is the first one who cautiously follows afterwards and then everyone else slowly walks towards the door as well. You don’t think anyone has even paid any attention to you or Helen (who keeps pulling on you to leave).

“My soul is already with Tiamat! You can’t do shit about it ritual boy! If you unworthy fucks won’t embrace chaos as Tiamat intended, then I’m gonna bring it to you!” Aaron shouts through a bullhorn, which is followed by a laugh.

The truck revs up and Bobby orders everyone to open fire. You and Helen are still inside at this point so you don’t actually do so and just hang back as you watch Aaron mow through the gate followed by a hail of bullets peppering the oncoming truck.

The truck swerves hard to the left smashes into Brandon’s parked vehicle. You can hear him swearing about it. Meanwhile you also see Jordan jumping up and down in victory and running over to the wrecked truck.

“Yeah! We got that bastard! Whoo!” he shouts.
“Hey Jordan, get the fuck back here, don’t go off ahead like that by yourself!” Bobby shouts.
“Aw, it’s fine, he didn’t survive that!”

And that’s when Aaron proves Jordan wrong, starting by recovering from his crash and shooting several holes into Jordan. Then he follows up by throwing several grenades out the truck window.

“SHIT!” Bobby shouts and everyone runs back, but not before several explosions occur. Nobody is killed, but everyone scrambles and on the ground crawling for cover. Bobby himself crawls behind cover of another parked vehicle and continues to fire in the direction of the truck.

Helen now really tugs at you saying you need to come with her where its safe, but you wonder if you should try to help Bobby considering he’s the only one currently trying to kill Aaron. Everyone else has completely retreated and is even running past you.
> You go with Helen
Getting into a fistfight with Diana is one thing, but you’re definitely not up to dealing with this crazy asshole. You just hope Bobby is up for dealing with him though apparently Helen thinks so as you start to allow yourself to be pulled away by her.

“Come on! Bobby can handle this, but we need to get to the children where its safe!” Helen exclaims and you start to follow her.

The pair of you run upstairs away from the sounds of shouting and gunfire. You soon reach the top and follow Helen through a corridor doorway.

Then you promptly get smashed in the face hard by a blunt object. You fall backwards and through blurry eyes you see the image of Diana walking towards you holding a small bat. You attempt to get up, but the next blow is to your legs causing you to cry out.

“Diana! Hurry up! Someone might hear that and see all this! Besides I want to go help Bobby!” Helen exclaims.
“Will you shut the fuck up Helen? I want to enjoy this. Besides, sounds like Aaron is keeping everyone occupied, and ain’t nobody coming for this bitch.” Diana says.
“Don’t be so sure, just hurry up and kill her. We should go help Bobby anyway.”
“(Sigh) Fine. I swear Helen, you’re no fun whatsoever. Well blondie, I wish I could take more time with you, but time isn’t on my side any more than it’s on yours right now, so guess this is it. You never should’ve laid eyes on Bobby bitch.” Diana says.

Diana ceases your screaming with another blow to the head and then another and another.

While your face is mashed into mush, your vision becoming dark and your breathing becoming more erratic, your hearing isn’t completely gone and you hear several gunshots and Diana’s body falling partly on your own.

You then hear a very faint voice say, “I’m sorry” before everything goes black.