THURSDAY

You wake up once again a prisoner, though perhaps not for long and despite everything, you’re actually feeling slightly optimistic about your situation. Very slightly.

You aren’t sure what time it is, but knowing your usual sleeping habits, it’s probably at least the afternoon. You imagine you’ll be getting a visit from Lilith as usual soon so you start perusing the nearby books until she comes in. You pick one that looks interesting to you.

As you’re reading “Unusual Sexual Practices From Around the World” you start hearing the faint noise of what sounds like yelling or shouting. Doesn’t really sound like any actual words though, more like just noises, still the sound isn’t completely distinct.

A few minutes later you hear something that sounds like a gunshot. You start to worry and keeping you ears open, but you don’t hear anything else unusual until you hear that familiar sound of the door opening up. Fortunately it’s Lilith and not someone who isn’t supposed to be in here. Once again she looks a bit beleaguered as she carries in what looks to be a small medical bag and a notebook.

“Um, is everything okay? I thought I heard shouting and a shot.” You say.
“Yeah, I imagine you would have given your proximity. You remember I said you were my control subject? Well some of the others down here aren’t and they’ve been getting worse. My brother just put one down that was starting to break his restraints. I have a feeling the rest are going to have to be put down as well, because I don’t think I’m going to bother having them transported with us when we leave, which is looking like today since shit is reportedly getting even worse in town.

The “putting down” of subjects is a little concerning until Lilith immediately follows up her statement.

“Relax, you’re not getting shot unless you start regressing into a savage and let me guess, you’ve experienced no problems correct?”
“Nope. Feel fine. Just a little anxiousness, especially being near people that might be turning into beasts.” You remark.
“Don’t worry about that. They might escape the restraints, but they aren’t escaping out the rooms. We made sure of that when we had this area built it had solid doors and walls. Anyway, since things are moving rather quickly now I suppose I’ll just wrap up your little part in this observation which isn’t going to take long.”

Lilith at this point pulls out a syringe and a tourniquet along with some cotton balls and rubbing alcohol.

“Now I’m just going to draw some blood, not inject you with anything.”
“What do you need my blood for?”
“Oh just need another sample for testing. I mean I already drew blood from you when you were unconscious a day ago, so this is just a follow up really. Considering you’re not frothing at the mouth or destroying this room by now, I’m very certain you weren’t affected by whatever exposure of the drug you might have in contact with, but never hurts to be thorough. Your arm please.”

Lilith has more or less been playing square with you so reluctantly you hold out your arm and after prepping it she begins to draw blood.

“Ugh, hate needles.” You say looking away.
“Most people do. Leslie used to hate them too. Still does actually. Really odd considering he’s a doctor and uses them on a regular basis…then again I suppose it’s different when you’re using them on other people. There we go.”

Lilith finishes up and you’re rubbing your arm watching a tube of your blood go into another container and then placed back into the bag. Lilith then starts flipping through pages of her notebook.

“So, I guess I’ll be free to leave soon?” you ask.
“Yes. I’ll have the clothes you were wearing brought to you soon. I’m sure you’re sick of wearing the gown. After that well, I guess you can make your decision on whether to go or come with us. I contacted a few high ups at the offices and they said it was fine if I brought you.” She answers without looking up.
“Oh. Well I guess that does open up options for me then.” You say still unsure of what you’re going to do.

You have been meaning to ask Lilith about something she said to you yesterday though.

“Hey, I was sort of wondering…what did you mean yesterday about me not being a beacon of sanity?” you ask.
“Funny you should ask, since I was just about to do a last minute interview with you, so I had at least a few more things to put down in my report. Most of what I’ve got on you is only through observation or what Bobby told me. It would be nice if I had something directly from you. Of course as I keep complaining about, things haven’t been ideal lately.”

Lilith finds the page she was looking for and then focuses complete attention on you.

“To answer your question…keep in mind this is based on all observation and mostly Bobby’s words so I’ll admit this isn’t necessarily an accurate assessment of your personality. No offense is meant, but here’s my impression of you and why and please feel free to interject whenever you want.”

Lilith goes into a psychological assessment of your character and while you do fill in on some of what she might be missing and clarify on other aspects of your life, she doesn’t really lose a beat in her view of you, indeed it only seems to enhance it.

She starts off by talking about your introverted behavior to the point of falling into escapist behavior. She discusses that some of this is due to being the product of a dysfunctional family where you were only ever close to your mother since she was the only one that ever displayed any positive attention and when she died that was one of the major turning points of you shutting yourself off from the world and “giving up” in general. However Lilith mentions that this relationship wasn’t exactly the healthiest since it placed pressure on being “good and proper” which apparently had some negative effects on not just you, but your other sisters as well.

Then she mentions that while you finally broke out of this shell a bit when you met Bobby, that relationship wasn’t exactly built on a stable foundation to begin with and indeed just fed into your world of fantasy on some level, with Bobby being a “Prince” whisking you away from the clutches of a “villain” (Your uncle in this case). Most of your relationship was co-dependency and enabling behavior since who would anyone that considered themselves “normal” stay with a man who doesn’t just murder people, but essentially runs a cult?

She then goes on to say that while she does think you did care for Bobby on some level, she doesn’t believe that you were really capable of ever loving him and not because of his sister, but because deep down you’re not really capable of the emotion at all. She mentions that you’re so used to your own company and withdrawn that you can’t even form proper attachments. Even a “non-normal” one like you had with Bobby.

She finishes up by saying that while much of your personality can be explained by “nurture”, there is evidence that all of the behaviors you exhibit were all just laying in wait to flourish anyway. Other members of your family have their own personality problems (Sadism, suicidal depression, narcissism, nymphomania, paranoid delusions, psychopathy, etc) meaning that it’s probably all genetic on some level. She even believes that under certain circumstances you could not only be capable of great violence, but also revel in it.

“But what does all this mean?” you ask.
“Nothing much as far as my report goes except maybe a half assed theory on why the drug didn’t seem to have an affect on your mind. I suppose for you it’s greater insight on yourself, but I’d wager that given your introspective nature, you’ve probably already pondered all of what I’ve just told at one time or another. It’s probably why you’re not really insulted by my words, because you probably agree with everything I said on some level.”

You don’t really have a response because what Lilith says is somewhat true. It’s actually pretty damn scary how accurate she was given that all her information was mainly based on Bobby’s words and the few conversations she’s had with you.

“Wow. Well I guess you didn’t go the typical route and say I was a closet lesbian or something.” You say.
“Oh, no. I don’t believe you’re a closeted lesbian.” Lilith chuckles.

“You just have some repressed bisexual tendencies, but that’s really a very minor point in the scheme of things. Anyway, I think we’re done. I’ll go grab your clothes and…”

Suddenly the door opens up and you see an older man with wild hair that’s completely white in color. He wears a bloody lab coat and has a pistol in one hand. You wonder if this Leslie.

“Sis, you need to get your ass out here. We’re under damn attack and we could use another pair of hands to hold a weapon out here.” He says.
“Who the hell is attacking?” Lilith says.
“Who do you think? Damn crazies from town and your GZ boys aren’t exactly the crack team they think they are. Just saw one of those fucking cowards run off…well before he got tackled and eaten by a bunch of those crazy fuckers.”
“Shit, they probably sent a bunch of fucking rookies. (Sigh) Fine, let’s go Leslie. Suzy, you might want to stay here.”

Lilith gets up to go with her brother, and the pair of them leaves the room. You don’t hear a click this time and you get curious…

You get up and try the door, and find it hasn’t been locked this time. They were probably in too much of a hurry to bother.

You sort of wonder if you shouldn’t take this opportunity to escape on your own terms, since you still have a bit of a trust problem with Lilith considering she did make a lab rat out of you. (Doesn’t matter if she was “nice” about it)

Of course maybe you’d be safer in here if there crazy cannibals out there.
> You stay in the room
You might be reverting back to old habits, but if there is some hectic bullshit going on out there, then you want to avoid it. They can handle it and you decide to be extra cautious and block the door with a chair.

You hear the sounds of gunfire above you. That isn’t what bothers you so much as it’s the growling and yelling that sounds like it’s coming from nearby. You remember that there are other “patients” on this same floor.

More time passes and you still hear gunshots and the inhuman noises. You are starting to worry that it’s quite possible this house is going to be overrun by these things, and you haven’t even seen one. This fear becomes even more intense when you stop hearing the gunshots and only hear the guttural noises nearby. You start to feel like you’ve made another bad choice.

Suddenly there’s an attempt to open the door only to be stopped by the chair you’ve propped against it. This is followed by a loud bang on the door, which scares the hell out of you.

“Suzy! What the hell? Is this door barricaded?” you hear Lilith’s voice shout.
“Yeah…is it safe?” you ask.
“It’s safe in that we’re not in any immediate danger, but we gotta start getting the hell outta here. Open up!”

Wasting no time you move the chair and the door opens up. Lilith throws your clothes at you and you can hear those awful noises in the corridor. Yelling and banging.

“Here. Get dressed and don’t worry about the noises, the other subjects aren’t getting out of those rooms anytime soon.” Lilith says.

You’re not as sure as Lilith is about that, so you just get dressed as fast as you can and exit the room with her.

“So what’s going on?” you ask as you follow her.
“What’s going on is Leslie and I are heading to that GZ Shelter after he and I gather a few things. The crazies from town are spilling out from it and we don’t want to be here in case another wave comes. I was hoping to have more time to pack, but I guess we can’t have everything.”

You and Lilith get to the ground floor and finally see the house proper. It’s a bit of a mess now probably due to all the running around and shooting, but obviously was nice at one time. Then you enter the front room and see several broken windows, and couple of dead bodies. One of them is a uniformed man with his throat ripped out and several slashes across his face.

Nearby him is a body of a disheveled looking woman with several bullet holes in her body and head. She still has a chunk of flesh in her teeth and even in death her eyes display a crazed look. It sort of freaks you out.

“Um, that guy in the uniform, shouldn’t someone shoot him in the head?”
“What? No. These aren’t zombies. They’re just well…rabid.” Lilith chuckles. “Headshots aren’t even necessary to kill them, though it sure as hell helps.”

A couple more uniformed men with the Ground Zero insignia on them walk into the room holding rifles.

“Place seems to be all secure Dr. Morningstar. No other hostiles in the house or around the house.” One of them says.
“Good. Glad not all of you were incompetent. Wait, are you two the only ones left?”
“Afraid so doctor.” One of them remarks.
“Oh well. Okay, I want you two to stand guard out front. Make sure there isn’t another horde or whatever coming our way and if there is, run back in here and tell me immediately.”

The two uniformed men nod and leave out the front door which is now half hanging off the hinges. You and Lilith both take a quick look outside and see the bodies of several crazies as well as GZ security. In the driveway you see that Lilith’s truck is heavily shot up and a couple bodies of crazed townies lie next to it.

“Great, these assholes never learned the concept of one shot one kill. (Sigh) Guess we’re all just piling into the Ground Zero van.” Lilith says shaking her head.

Lilith continues looks around a bit more at her partially destroyed house.

“Well at least nobody has to clean this up this time. I remember the many many times I’d come home from work and I’d find Leslie had left a damn mess all over the house, much worse than this sometimes even. A lot more bodies too. Still remember the disorder he left when he was trying to write a poem for me on one of our past anniversaries. But it was such a lovely and thoughtful sentiment so I wasn’t too mad…anyway have you made your decision of what you’re going to do yet?” Lilith asks.

You still really aren’t sure and lacking an answer, you ask a question.

“What would I do at the shelter again?
“Well I told you, I’m not in charge of assignments, but I’m sure there would be some sort of position there for you. Ground Zero doesn’t waste resources.”
“I see.”

Lilith looks at you with a squint.

“You…still don’t trust me do you? Don’t answer. I know you don’t. (Sigh) I suppose I don’t blame you. Look, if you don’t want to go with us you don’t have to, I meant that. Still, I think it would be foolish if you didn’t.”
“It might be equally foolish if I went with you. Who knows what the hell is in store for me in an underground shelter.” You say.
“True, but think on this. If I really had anything bad in store for you there, don’t you think I would’ve just had security and my brother restrain you and take you there against your will anyway? I’m giving you a choice. You can go with us, or not. One of your problems Suzy is you don’t take chances, you stick with what you think is safe and look where that has gotten you. But if safety is your main concern, I’m just going to say that staying here isn’t exactly the safe option. This house isn’t secure, you’ll have a few days of food and water at best and if the crazed townsfolk don’t come ripping this place apart again, there are always just the plain opportunists that are no doubt lurking about as well. You don’t even have a vehicle to leave this place. Mine got all shot up and we’re taking the other one. Do you even have a plan if you stay here?”

You don’t…as usual.

“No.” you reply.
“Well I’d think your choice would be simple then. Anyway, I have to bags to pack and when I’m done, I’m going to need to know what your answer is Suzy.” Lilith remarks and leaves you by yourself.

You walk around the ground floor of the house a bit, just looking around. You start to form various thoughts in your head about how this place could be made more defensible. You just aren’t sure if you’re up to the task though.

You briefly consider the idea of somehow overpowering one of those GZ security guys outside and driving off with the truck yourself, but you aren’t confident that you’d be successful. You then wonder if you could successfully flirt with one of them…

You head outside and speak with both of the guards while attempting to be as charming as you can. You even manage to muster up the fortitude to blatantly make sexual innuendo and such.

It doesn’t work. One of them is gay and the other is happily married and even if that wasn’t the case, they get irritated at the fact that you’re distracting them from their duty and start telling you to go away. You realize your plan isn’t going to work and you give up.

“Christ Suzy, some seductress you are.” You mutter to yourself.

This brings you back to your original two choices and both of those have the potential to go to shit for various reasons, but it’s all you got.
> You go to the shelter
It does seem very likely that if Lilith were going to do something to you, she would’ve done it already. Plus you haven’t given her any trouble like she wanted, so that’s has to be in your favor.

Also, she makes some very good points about staying here. Civilization as you know it seems to be failing hard and you aren’t exactly the “survivalist” type to deal with it. Seems like it would be too late to start learning how in the final hour too, even if you had the desire.

While you aren’t exactly sure how life would be in an underground shelter, you can’t help think that you’d be more “at home” there. After all it’s just an oversized basement right?

It’s a risk, but it’s one you feel more confident about mainly because it requires little effort on your part. You sit on one of the few non-broken chairs and wait for Lilith.

A few moments pass and you hear footsteps coming up from the basement accompanied by some swearing and more footsteps in one of the other rooms.

“Where the fuck did I put that fucking thing? Shit, better not have lost…oh good here it is.” You hear Leslie say before he soon enters the front room where you’re waiting for Lilith.

Leslie carries two sizable black bags and a machete when he enters the room. He stares at you for a moment, which makes you a bit uncomfortable.

“Is my sister still upstairs?” he asks, but it’s more like an order due to his tone.
“Yeah.” You answer.
“Typical. She’s the one dragging me to this fucking shelter and I’m ready before she is. I swear I don’t want to go to this fucking place. Let alone working there. The idea of becoming part of a corporate fucking machine is just a fucking anathema to me. Probably have some little shit bean counter for a boss telling me he wants something done at a certain time. I fucking hate shit like that. I fucking hate it. I don’t like being told what to do, when to do it, or ANYTHING!”

At this point Leslie begins shaking his machete in a violent manner and you see his eyes briefly roll into the back of his head like he’s going to go into a convulsion.

Then all of a sudden his eyes snap back and he addresses you again.

“But the things we do for love right?” Leslie says.
“I guess so.”
“Mm. Speaking of love, my sister has told me a bit about you and it’s too bad you and my nephew didn’t work out. Guess he’ll be stuck with his shrew of a sister now. If he’s smart, he’d ditch her and go for his other one…can’t remember her fucking name…really quiet…”
“Helen?” you answer.
“Yeah, that’s her. You sort of remind me of her a bit. You’re prettier of course, but same sort of wallflower personality. You get molested as a child? Daddy ever make you suck his dick when Mommy wasn’t around? Something like that?”
“No!” you say not expecting such a question.
“Hm, interesting. Would’ve thought you had been, especially since I heard your family was a bit on the dysfunctional side.”
“Well they weren’t THAT dysfunctional.”

Leslie gives you a look of annoyance, which makes you a little tense, well more tense than when he was waving his machete around earlier.

“Oh. I see. That was a shot at MY family right?” Leslie exclaims.
“I didn’t…” you start to say.
“No, YOU know what you meant and so did I! Is that why you didn’t stay with my nephew? Felt you were too good for him?”
“That’s not the reason, I…”
“Pfft, I don’t want to fucking hear it! Here I am trying to make the effort to have friendly fucking conversation with you and you’re fucking insulting me! Well fuck you too bitch!” Leslie says and when you see him starting to walk in your direction you begin to get worried, but instead he storms out the front door.

Just as you’re recovering from that incident of Morningstar insanity, Lilith comes walking down from upstairs carrying a couple bags.

“What’s going on down here? I heard my brother ranting as usual. Everything okay?” she asks.
“I dunno. He started talking to me and I tried to be friendly, but he took what I said out of context and got really pissed at me.”
“Oh. Yeah, been there before. My brother’s not very good at social interaction unless that other person also happens to be an asshole. Nevermind him, you’re fine. Anyway, did you make your decision? Are you going with us?”
“Well…I was, but now I’m not sure…”
“What? Is it my brother? I told you forget about him. The shelter is a big place! Chances are you’re never going to have to interact with him again when we get there.”

Lilith puts her bags down and walks over in an attempt to reassure you.

“Come on, you don’t really want to stay here do you? Dangerous cannibals and criminal types, scavenging for sustenance, no proper toilets, I assure you Suzy at the GZ shelter you won’t have to worry about any of that shit.”
“Well, okay.” You say.
“Great, ah damnit!” Lilith suddenly remarks and puts her hand on her lower back.
“What’s wrong?”
“I dunno. It’s my back. Shit. I think all that damn running around, shooting, lifting and carrying heavy things took its toll. I really need to start exercising on a regular basis. Damn. (Sigh) I hate to ask, but could you carry my bags outside, you can just hand them to those two guards if you want.”
“Oh, sure okay.” You say.

You pick up the bags and head out the door with Lilith slowly walking behind.

You approach the two guards who are still standing on the porch and just as you’re holding the bags out for them to take, you feel a sharp needle going into the side of your upper arm.

You drop the bags and turn around in horror, clutching your arm. Lilith once again holds a needle in her hand and you’re soon feeling the affects.

“Sorry Suzy, but this was the ONLY way GZ was going to let me take you. I never lied though; you will be given a position to contribute to the community. You’ll continue to be a test subject…though I’m afraid it will involve a little more than just questions and some blood tests this time.”
“You…you…” is all you manage to utter before you collapse on the ground and unconsciousness begins to take affect.

You can still hear some of the conversation as you start to pass out.

“Carry her to the truck and Leslie, you can carry my bags since your short temper nearly cost GZ a perfectly good subject.”
“Dunno why you just didn’t take that bitch to begin with.” Leslie remarks.
“Because I wanted to see if she’d ultimately go with what was easy or actually grow as a person and make the harder decision. She failed which is why she might as well be put in a GZ experiment lab. She’s obviously not a learning animal, better her life goes towards something more useful.”

You’re out for the remainder of the day, in fact you’re out of it for quite a few days. By the time you wake up you’re strapped to a surgical table with metal restraints with a lot medical equipment in the room. A bright light shines overhead.

Fear overwhelms every fiber of your being. You being to call out for help, but the group of masked doctors in a circle nearby don’t look like they’re going to be doing that.

“The subject is up, chief.” One of them says.
“Yeah, I could tell by her screaming. Okay, let’s get her started with the injections first, then I guess we’ll see the reaction and go from there.” The head doctor says.
“Should be interesting.” Another says.
“Maybe. I’m just glad we didn’t get that asshole Leslie Morningstar assigned to our group. Dodged a bullet on that one. Let those fuckers in C Wing put up with him and his sister.”

You panic, you struggle, you scream, you beg, you plead, you even call out for Bobby at one point, but none of it matters. The Ground Zero doctors begin to subject you to their experiments.

You have no idea how long this goes on for. Days, weeks, months? You never see Lilith or Leslie again and your world becomes to the surgical room to the observation room. You never see the rest of the Ground Zero facility.

Your body is wracked with pain and goes through several ugly changes; your mind eventually becomes broken to the point of insanity though occasionally you have moments of clarity and that’s probably when you’re at your worst since you’re practically wishing to die. Several times the doctors prevent you from killing yourself.

The doctors themselves don’t really talk to you, but rather with each other like you’re not even there. You do hear one mention in passing about the world being nuked, but that hardly matters given the torture you’re being subjected to, indeed dying in a nuclear fire would be much kinder at this point.

Eventually through all their experimentation you become little more than a wild animal. Almost like what people back in town became, but even worse. It gets to a point where you actually manage to break what they thought to be strong enough shackles and kill three of the doctors experimenting on you.

Ground Zero security is called in and after enough bullets you are finally put down.


You might be reverting back to old habits, but if there is some hectic bullshit going on out there, then you want to avoid it. They can handle it and you decide to be extra cautious and block the door with a chair.

You hear the sounds of gunfire above you. That isn’t what bothers you so much as it’s the growling and yelling that sounds like it’s coming from nearby. You remember that there are other “patients” on this same floor.

More time passes and you still hear gunshots and the inhuman noises. You are starting to worry that it’s quite possible this house is going to be overrun by these things, and you haven’t even seen one. This fear becomes even more intense when you stop hearing the gunshots and only hear the guttural noises nearby. You start to feel like you’ve made another bad choice.

Suddenly there’s an attempt to open the door only to be stopped by the chair you’ve propped against it. This is followed by a loud bang on the door, which scares the hell out of you.

“Suzy! What the hell? Is this door barricaded?” you hear Lilith’s voice shout.
“Yeah…is it safe?” you ask.
“It’s safe in that we’re not in any immediate danger, but we gotta start getting the hell outta here. Open up!”

Wasting no time you move the chair and the door opens up. Lilith throws your clothes at you and you can hear those awful noises in the corridor. Yelling and banging.

“Here. Get dressed and don’t worry about the noises, the other subjects aren’t getting out of those rooms anytime soon.” Lilith says.

You’re not as sure as Lilith is about that, so you just get dressed as fast as you can and exit the room with her.

“So what’s going on?” you ask as you follow her.
“What’s going on is Leslie and I are heading to that GZ Shelter after he and I gather a few things. The crazies from town are spilling out from it and we don’t want to be here in case another wave comes. I was hoping to have more time to pack, but I guess we can’t have everything.”

You and Lilith get to the ground floor and finally see the house proper. It’s a bit of a mess now probably due to all the running around and shooting, but obviously was nice at one time. Then you enter the front room and see several broken windows, and couple of dead bodies. One of them is a uniformed man with his throat ripped out and several slashes across his face.

Nearby him is a body of a disheveled looking woman with several bullet holes in her body and head. She still has a chunk of flesh in her teeth and even in death her eyes display a crazed look. It sort of freaks you out.

“Um, that guy in the uniform, shouldn’t someone shoot him in the head?”
“What? No. These aren’t zombies. They’re just well…rabid.” Lilith chuckles. “Headshots aren’t even necessary to kill them, though it sure as hell helps.”

A couple more uniformed men with the Ground Zero insignia on them walk into the room holding rifles.

“Place seems to be all secure Dr. Morningstar. No other hostiles in the house or around the house.” One of them says.
“Good. Glad not all of you were incompetent. Wait, are you two the only ones left?”
“Afraid so doctor.” One of them remarks.
“Oh well. Okay, I want you two to stand guard out front. Make sure there isn’t another horde or whatever coming our way and if there is, run back in here and tell me immediately.”

The two uniformed men nod and leave out the front door which is now half hanging off the hinges. You and Lilith both take a quick look outside and see the bodies of several crazies as well as GZ security. In the driveway you see that Lilith’s truck is heavily shot up and a couple bodies of crazed townies lie next to it.

“Great, these assholes never learned the concept of one shot one kill. (Sigh) Guess we’re all just piling into the Ground Zero van.” Lilith says shaking her head.

Lilith continues looks around a bit more at her partially destroyed house.

“Well at least nobody has to clean this up this time. I remember the many many times I’d come home from work and I’d find Leslie had left a damn mess all over the house, much worse than this sometimes even. A lot more bodies too. Still remember the disorder he left when he was trying to write a poem for me on one of our past anniversaries. But it was such a lovely and thoughtful sentiment so I wasn’t too mad…anyway have you made your decision of what you’re going to do yet?” Lilith asks.

You still really aren’t sure and lacking an answer, you ask a question.

“What would I do at the shelter again?
“Well I told you, I’m not in charge of assignments, but I’m sure there would be some sort of position there for you. Ground Zero doesn’t waste resources.”
“I see.”

Lilith looks at you with a squint.

“You…still don’t trust me do you? Don’t answer. I know you don’t. (Sigh) I suppose I don’t blame you. Look, if you don’t want to go with us you don’t have to, I meant that. Still, I think it would be foolish if you didn’t.”
“It might be equally foolish if I went with you. Who knows what the hell is in store for me in an underground shelter.” You say.
“True, but think on this. If I really had anything bad in store for you there, don’t you think I would’ve just had security and my brother restrain you and take you there against your will anyway? I’m giving you a choice. You can go with us, or not. One of your problems Suzy is you don’t take chances, you stick with what you think is safe and look where that has gotten you. But if safety is your main concern, I’m just going to say that staying here isn’t exactly the safe option. This house isn’t secure, you’ll have a few days of food and water at best and if the crazed townsfolk don’t come ripping this place apart again, there are always just the plain opportunists that are no doubt lurking about as well. You don’t even have a vehicle to leave this place. Mine got all shot up and we’re taking the other one. Do you even have a plan if you stay here?”

You don’t…as usual.

“No.” you reply.
“Well I’d think your choice would be simple then. Anyway, I have to bags to pack and when I’m done, I’m going to need to know what your answer is Suzy.” Lilith remarks and leaves you by yourself.

You walk around the ground floor of the house a bit, just looking around. You start to form various thoughts in your head about how this place could be made more defensible. You just aren’t sure if you’re up to the task though.

You briefly consider the idea of somehow overpowering one of those GZ security guys outside and driving off with the truck yourself, but you aren’t confident that you’d be successful. You then wonder if you could successfully flirt with one of them…

You head outside and speak with both of the guards while attempting to be as charming as you can. You even manage to muster up the fortitude to blatantly make sexual innuendo and such.

It doesn’t work. One of them is gay and the other is happily married and even if that wasn’t the case, they get irritated at the fact that you’re distracting them from their duty and start telling you to go away. You realize your plan isn’t going to work and you give up.

“Christ Suzy, some seductress you are.” You mutter to yourself.

This brings you back to your original two choices and both of those have the potential to go to shit for various reasons, but it’s all you got.
> You stay at the house
Lilith’s right. Your choice is simple.

And that’s the one that doesn’t involve going somewhere with a pair of sociopaths and a shady corporation.

“Safest choice my firm ass it is.” You say to yourself.

Lilith’s psychobabble about you might’ve been a bit spot on in places, but it made you realize that not only is it not completely true, but that this past week you HAVE been making a concentrated effort to adapt to your surroundings.

True, you haven’t been successful at it for the most part, but you’ve survived this long in this fucked up week, so you must not be too terrible at it either. Having to fend for yourself isn’t fun, but then being alone isn’t exactly new to you.

In any case, you still don’t trust Lilith and begin looking around the house and there in the kitchen, you pick up a fairly large butcher knife. Actually it isn’t a knife so much as it’s a machete. One can only imagine what the hell it’s doing in their kitchen, but you can take a guess.

You at first wonder if you should go try to kill Lilith or something, but then you think that probably isn’t the best plan. It’s likely to just end in your demise at the hands of her guards or her brother. You’re not some close combat expert and despite what Lilith said about you possibly “exploding into a ball of violent rage” you actually don’t have so much hate for her that you want to kill her without provocation. She actually might be telling the truth about the shelter as well rather than have any sinister intent.

Still, you aren’t ready to take that chance either. While she has said she’ll just leave you in peace if decline the offer, you still have images of someone grabbing you, drugging you and taking you to the shelter against your will.

So that leaves one option. You’re going to go hide. The question is where though. Lilith’s upstairs, he brother is in the basement. You imagine if you hid somewhere on the ground floor, you’d get discovered pretty quickly…

It occurs to you, that you could just go out the backdoor and leave the premises for a while. You know they’re still in a hurry to get the hell out of here, chances are, they are not going to spend a whole lot of time looking for you, let alone looking for you off the grounds of the house.

So that’s what you do. You leave out the backdoor. Unfortunately the backyard has a high wooden fence so climbing it wouldn’t be the easiest thing to do (And chopping it with the machete, would just cause noise) and the gate leading to the side of the house is locked.

You see a shed, but you imagine that’s locked as well and it doesn’t seem like it would be a good place to hide. There are a couple trees in the yard and that’s when you notice that one of them has a few branches hanging over the fence.

The tree in question looks a lot easier to climb than the fence so you go up the tree which is slightly tricky with the machete still in your hand, but you soon make it to the branch you need to get to, drop the machete on the ground first and then drop down.

And promptly land wrong and twist the hell out of your ankle as you crumple to the ground.

“Fuck. Shit…” you start to curse until you stop yourself, when you hear a voice yelling on the other side of the fence.

“I dunno where your blonde lab rat is, go get your guards to look. I’m trying to look for my favorite machete! I thought I had it in the kitchen, but it’s not there. I’m going to check the shed.”

From your low angle and through the slats of the fence you can see Leslie walking towards his shed. Definitely turning back now as you’re most likely in possession of Leslie’s favorite machete and you really hope that this isn’t going to inspire a “hunt.”

You crawl away from the fence and the house as fast as you can. The pain in your ankle makes standing to “limp away” a bit more painful, but your desire to not get caught allows you to fight through it.

The high grass and the occasional bush or tree makes your escape into the “wilderness” slightly less nerve wracking since at least you aren’t in a completely open field where if they were looking for you, you would be an easy find.

Just as you think you’re getting far enough away, you hear a voice call out your name in the distance. You freeze and turn your head to look behind you, but you don’t see anyone. You still hear Lilith’s voice shouting for you from far away, but you guess that she’s just doing it from near the house rather than actively searching for you.

Eventually you cease hearing her call for you and you take a breather within a cluster of trees. Actually you think if you went any further, you’d probably start going into a forest which you’re prepared to do if you think anyone is actually going to come looking for you. For now though, you need to rest your ankle a bit.

A few moments pass and you don’t hear anything other than the occasional bird. A rabbit bounding nearby makes you jump a bit, but so far you don’t think anyone is coming out this way to look for you.

Still, you can’t tell if they’ve all left yet. You decide to be on the safe side, you’ll wait a little longer. No more than that though since you really don’t want to get caught out here in the dark.

So you wait, keeping your eyes and ears open. Really before now, you didn’t realize how rural of an area you lived in. You don’t think you’ve ever appreciated the outdoors before…and you still don’t now.

Time passes and still no sign of anyone heading your way. You decide they’ve probably left by now and it’s probably safe.

You ankle feels slightly better, but it still aches. As you try to keep your weight off of it and make your way back to the house, you suddenly hear rustling noise in the trees and bushes nearby. At first you think it’s another rabbit, but then you see exactly what it is

“Shit!” you exclaim when you see a wild looking man with an equally wild look in his eyes. He sees you and makes that awful animalistic noise you heard while you were locked away in the basement and then sprints straight for you.

Fear grips you, but you know you can’t outrun it with your ankle not being a hundred percent. Your only saving grace is you aren’t completely defenseless.

You barely have time to react by the time it lunges upon you. You manage to swing your blade and as luck would have it you sink the blade across the thing’s face while its mouth was wide open.

You weren’t strong enough to cleave its head off, but it can’t really bite you with a machete blade in the way either. Still, that doesn’t stop it from tackling you to the ground, not to mention the blade is now stuck half way through its head and you couldn’t really pull it out if you wanted to what with it being on top of you now.

With blood spray all over you and this thing still trying to kill you, you do the only thing you can think of: You push the flat edge of the blade on your side and the handle so the machete cuts deeper into the thing’s head. It makes horrible squeals and shrieks, and keeps attempting to claw at your face, blood, teeth, bits of flesh are spraying/falling on you, but you keep the pressure on until at last you successfully shove the blade all the way through and the top of it’s head come off.

After a bit more struggling, you get the thing completely off of you as it still attempts to kill you in its death throes. The thing continues to twitch and you’re busily looking around to make sure more of them aren’t coming or if the Morningstars are still around and heard all the noise. There doesn’t seem to be anyone else around though. By the way this thing was dressed he even looked like he might be a camper so hopefully it was just him in the woods.

You just realize you killed someone…well someTHING at any rate. You don’t feel bad, since it was more out of necessity. You get the impression you might be killing more of these things in the near future, so better you get used to it now.

You quicken your pace to the house though still proceeding cautiously as possible. You hug the back fence and slowly edge your way around to the front of the house and you see that the Ground Zero vehicle is gone, along with the two guards that were out front.

At least that’s one thing you don’t need to worry about.

You enter the house through the still open front door and check the ground floor and find nobody around. The place is still a mess though. You’re about to check the upstairs when you see a piece of paper attached to the refrigerator with your name written in big black marker. You take it and read.

Suzy,

Assuming you came back here, I just want to say I understand why you ran off like you did and I probably wouldn’t have completely trusted you if the roles were reversed. Still, it is a shame we didn’t get to say a proper goodbye to each other. Leslie was quite angry with your theft of his favorite machete, but I talked him out of attempting to hunt you down for it. Not like we even need it where we’re going.

Anyway, I imagine you should have power in this house for a couple days at least. There is food and drink in the fridge and in the cupboards. You’ll probably want to eat the stuff in the fridge first before the power goes out and spoilage occurs though.
Not sure if you’ll like some of it, but considering you liked the meatloaf, maybe you’ll like what’s in there.

Good luck Suzy, I certainly hope your foray into being a survivalist is successful. I mean that. You’re going to have to really push yourself and prepare for what is coming, but I think you’ve got a shot.

Lilith Morningstar

P.S.

The other patients are still locked in the rooms in the basement. There are four of them in total and have already very likely broken their restraints by now. As I have said before, the doors should be more than enough to contain them and you should be safe from them as long as you don’t open the rooms.

Well that was certainly a thoughtful note to you.

You sit down for a second thinking of what to do next. You thought that maybe you’d try to barricade this house up and stay here, but now you’re wondering if you shouldn’t just leave considering you’ve got four of those things clawing to get out of the basement. You to come to the conclusion that you might stay here another day tops and that’s only to just search this place of anything useful and then you’re heading out to well, you don’t know where exactly, but you’re going to continue to play this by ear.

For right now though, you really need to wash up. You’re covered in blood, gore, dirt and generally feel really gross. You really don’t want to use the shower in that room you were in during your time in the basement of this place though. You head upstairs in the hopes of finding another bathroom and sure enough you find one.

Lilith’s clothes are a slightly bigger size, but you can’t afford to be choosey since your own clothes are a bloody mess and it doesn’t make much sense changing back into them.

During all this, you continue to keep your wits about you. Still afraid that something may pop up to attack at any time. By the time you’re out of the shower, night is beginning to fall.

While you would’ve liked to have gotten started on searching the house you’re a little wary of turning on the lights in this house since it might very well attract more attention than you want. You do gather up a duffle bag that Lilith apparently decided not to use and plan to use that as your container for your search tomorrow.

Given that you’re staying here the night, you need to secure this house as much as you can. You lock the back door and the basement door. (And trying to ignore the noises you hear coming from down there) You then shove a sofa in front of the ruined front door. It’s not much, but if those things try to come in, you’ll most likely hear it at least.

You also realize you haven’t eaten all day, so you look in the fridge and grab something that looks similar to the meatloaf you ate yesterday since you don’t feel like making a decision.

“Hm, Lil and Les really liked their meatloaf I guess.” You say and eat the stuff in the dark. (At least you don’t need to look at it this time) Tastes okay.

You’re up for quite awhile paranoid about every noise you hear. However, you know you can’t stay awake all night despite your paranoia.

You head back upstairs to one of the bedrooms and close the door. You then shove a dresser in front of it. Best you can do.

You then flop down on the bed and reluctantly let sleep take you.
> Next day…
FRIDAY

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 beat up pick up truck pulling up behind Lilith’s shot up vehicle. You then see two familiar figures get out of the truck with one of them speaking loud enough for you to hear even from your position.

“Woowee! Looks like we missed some shit going down around here! Make sure you keep yer eyes peeled! Thinkin’ Doc might not even be alive anymore!” Jed exclaims.

“Shit. What the fuck are those two assholes doing here?” you say to yourself.

You see Hugo and Jed both carrying shotguns and going to the back of the pick up, which from your vantage point you can see a pile of blankets in the bed of the truck. Jed uncovers the blanket and reveals a naked woman tied up with ropes. She looks dirty, beaten and bloody. You can’t quite tell if she’s dead, but she’s definitely unconscious.

You then see Jed say something to his brother and points to the house. Hugo nods and you see him walk out of your view. You temporarily freeze up when you hear a knock from downstairs. You hear it several times until you hear Jed shouting at his dim-witted brother.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ Hugo, are ya stupider than usual today? Can’t ya see that door is already hangin’ off the fuckin’ hinges? Just go in, and fuckin’ check the place out, then let me know if Doc’s even around or not. I’ll be out here keepin’ this fierce one entertained.” Jed shouts and you see him patting the leg of the girl a couple times.

The knocking becomes a crashing sound as you hear Hugo bashing the door in and probably moving the sofa in the process. You turn your attention away from what’s going on outside and how you’re going to handle this situation.

You think about climbing out the window and on to the roof, but that’s a risky proposition. Not really so much of the risk of falling (Though your ankle still hurts a bit) but more because Jed is practically in front of you and if he just bothers to till his head up or hears you, he’s going to see you and probably open fire.

You look around the room and hoping maybe there is a firearm or something that Lilith didn’t take, but you don’t find anything. That dresser you put up against the door isn’t going to last long if Hugo tries to come in here.

You suppose you could just try shoving move stuff against it, but considering he not only looks extremely strong, he’s got a shotgun and could probably just blast his way through.

You hear Hugo stomping around downstairs.

If Hugo comes up here, and you hide in the closet, there’s the possibility that you could get the drop on him as he walks in.

You wonder though if it might not be more advantageous to just head downstairs and try to sneak up on him now though. If he comes up and things go to shit, you aren’t going to have any place to run to, especially if he traps you in this room.
> You seek out Hugo
Either way you’re going to have to get the drop on him, better you have more places to run to, rather than just being trapped in one room.

As quietly as you can you move the dresser out of the way of the door and exit the bedroom. You still hear Hugo clomping around downstairs and you actually wait around the corner of the stairs hoping that maybe if he is heading upstairs you can ambush him that way.

Waiting doesn’t prove fruitful though and in fact you think Hugo’s footsteps are actually getting fainter. It then occurs to you, he’s probably looking for Leslie and Leslie would be down in the basement.

You cautiously head downstairs though you do it fairly quickly since the last thing you want is to be wrong and get caught going half way down the stairs while Hugo is going up them.

After a quick look around on the ground floor and keeping your ears open you’re not hearing or seeing Hugo down here. You are starting to hear Jed shouting from outside though. When you peek out the window, you can’t quite see everything, but you notice Jed is clearly doing something with the woman that was in the back of the truck. You can guess what that might be given his movements and vulgar shouting.

You head towards the stairs of the basement and you nearly fall down them when you’re startled by a sudden gunshot coming from down there. Hugo must’ve just shot one of the four “patients” down there. Of course it’s hard to know if he’d opened a door and killed one or perhaps it managed to get out on its own. Either way, you’re going to have to be really careful.

You get to the basement floor and the noise of those things is much louder. You peek around the corner and down the corridor you see two doors to the rooms open. The closest one you know was yours, so nothing in there. The second one however looks like it also has a dead body lying partially in the entryway.

You see Hugo in the corridor opening up another door across the hall of the other two open ones. He isn’t really paying much attention to your direction and when he steps into the other room, you make a dash for your old room and get inside.

Along with hearing the banging of the creatures still locked up, you hear another shotgun blast signifying Hugo’s killed another one. You figure before he opens up the next door, you run up and chop him in the back of the head.

You peek out from behind the door and see Hugo exiting the room. He walks to the middle of the corridor and begins fiddling with his shotgun, as if he’s having trouble with it.

Just then the door across from him bursts open and one of the patients attacks him. You see and hear them struggle, growling, yelling, and everything else that comes with a life or death situation.

It gets more interesting however when you see Hugo drop the shotgun as he’s struggling with the patient.

You waste no time and rush from your position to nab it. Hugo meanwhile is still struggling with the patient who has now bitten into Hugo’s hand. You’re about to put a hole in the pair of them and that’s when the door to the room containing the last patient bursts open.

The thing seeing that one of its “fellows” is already struggling with Hugo, it screams and lunges forward to attack you instead.

You instinctively turn the shotgun towards the patient and pull the trigger, unfortunately it doesn’t work which is why Hugo was fiddling with it earlier. It was jammed.

Before you can pick your machete back up to defend yourself, the thing has already tackled you. You struggle for a moment, but this one is a lot stronger than the one you fought with yesterday. It soon overpowers you and its teeth are ripping your throat out and its fingers are clawing your eyes out.


FRIDAY

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 beat up pick up truck pulling up behind Lilith’s shot up vehicle. You then see two familiar figures get out of the truck with one of them speaking loud enough for you to hear even from your position.

“Woowee! Looks like we missed some shit going down around here! Make sure you keep yer eyes peeled! Thinkin’ Doc might not even be alive anymore!” Jed exclaims.

“Shit. What the fuck are those two assholes doing here?” you say to yourself.

You see Hugo and Jed both carrying shotguns and going to the back of the pick up, which from your vantage point you can see a pile of blankets in the bed of the truck. Jed uncovers the blanket and reveals a naked woman tied up with ropes. She looks dirty, beaten and bloody. You can’t quite tell if she’s dead, but she’s definitely unconscious.

You then see Jed say something to his brother and points to the house. Hugo nods and you see him walk out of your view. You temporarily freeze up when you hear a knock from downstairs. You hear it several times until you hear Jed shouting at his dim-witted brother.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ Hugo, are ya stupider than usual today? Can’t ya see that door is already hangin’ off the fuckin’ hinges? Just go in, and fuckin’ check the place out, then let me know if Doc’s even around or not. I’ll be out here keepin’ this fierce one entertained.” Jed shouts and you see him patting the leg of the girl a couple times.

The knocking becomes a crashing sound as you hear Hugo bashing the door in and probably moving the sofa in the process. You turn your attention away from what’s going on outside and how you’re going to handle this situation.

You think about climbing out the window and on to the roof, but that’s a risky proposition. Not really so much of the risk of falling (Though your ankle still hurts a bit) but more because Jed is practically in front of you and if he just bothers to till his head up or hears you, he’s going to see you and probably open fire.

You look around the room and hoping maybe there is a firearm or something that Lilith didn’t take, but you don’t find anything. That dresser you put up against the door isn’t going to last long if Hugo tries to come in here.

You suppose you could just try shoving move stuff against it, but considering he not only looks extremely strong, he’s got a shotgun and could probably just blast his way through.

You hear Hugo stomping around downstairs.

If Hugo comes up here, and you hide in the closet, there’s the possibility that you could get the drop on him as he walks in.

You wonder though if it might not be more advantageous to just head downstairs and try to sneak up on him now though. If he comes up and things go to shit, you aren’t going to have any place to run to, especially if he traps you in this room.
> You hide in this room
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 back in the house
You turn around and try to get back in the house as quick as you can. You hear Jed shout at you to stop, but you don’t listen, you just to get in the front door.

You don’t quite make it and feel the burning pain a slug hitting the back of your left leg. Not only do you scream in agony, you also fall straight on you your face.

“Stupid bitch, I told ya, to stop!” Jed shouts.

You don’t even look at your leg, but you sense that it may just be barely attached to the rest of your body at this point. The agony is so bad you feel like you’re going to be sick or go unconscious at the same time.

Against all odds you continue to try to crawl into the entryway of the house.

“HEY! I SAID STOP FUCKING MOVING! Goddamnit…” you hear Jed shout and you expect to another shot, but instead you hear shouting of a different kind.

“ARGH! FUCK!”

You manage to turn your head enough to see Jed being attacked by the rabid woman he was violating. She’s bitten him, but he’s still managing to fight her off. You use this opportunity to continue to crawl away. You manage to get back inside, and you hear another gunshot followed by more swearing. Your heart sinks since that means Jed must still be alive.

The combination of fear and pain is clouding your thoughts of everything save for trying to get away, but you know that’s not going to happen.

Your fears become reality when you’re only half way up the stairs to the second floor and hear footsteps coming into the house.

“I hear ya whimpering girl and I can see the bloody mess yer leavin’. Won’t be half as messy though when I get through with ya!” you hear Jed shout.

You soon hear him on stairs behind you.

“Dunno, why yer goin’ up there for, your fate is sealed sick girl. Didn’t seem so sick out there when you were trying to reach for my shotgun. Bet you thought pullin’ one over on me a couple days ago was really funny. Well I guess I’m the one laughing now. Since I didn’t finish with my ex-girlfriend back there, guess you’ll have to fill in for her.

You suddenly feel a hand grip your good leg and pull hard. As you’re dragged, you make one last ditch effort to fight, by twisting your body and swinging the machete you’re still carrying in your hand.

You manage to catch Jed’s arm sinking the blade in. He yells, lets go and falls backwards down the stairs. Unfortunately with his other hand that still holds the shotgun, he pulls the trigger on it.

You’re hit again and it’s a quick death as part of your head and brains are splattered all over the stairs and walls, which at least spares you of any further suffering.