If you're going to risk your life, it might as well be worth it and you're not seeing a carnival as being worth it.

"I'm more than willing to be a productive member of this community, and far be it from me to question your orders Mel, but I don't think the carnival is the right way to go. Assuming the carnies didn't already pull up stakes and assuming the military even bothered to send a detachment to a carnival, I can't believe that the detachment would've been any better supplied than the one sent here."
"So what are you saying exactly, blondie?"
"I'm saying that it would be a better plan to go back into town. I know my area alone has a couple of pharmacies and even a grocery store. I could easily direct you to them."
"Town? That was a clusterfuck the last time we tried that! Besides, how do we know those places haven't already been looted?"
"It's a risk, but I believe if you want a better chance at getting medicine and medical supplies, it would be better bet to go back into town. You're better equipped and prepared for what to expect in town now too. It's up to you though, you're in charge after all." You say.

Mel looks at you and then looks at Tina.

"Don't look at me. I voted to shoot them." Tina remarks.
"Yeah, yeah, you're never fuckin' supportive. (Sigh) Fuck it. You make a good point blondie. We'll head back into town, nobody's gonna like it, but like I said, fuck it. You go head over to the entrance, I'll be over there soon."

As you're about to go over to the trucks by the entrance, Tina grabs a hold of your arm with a semi-forceful grip. You spin around and see that her face isn't one of friendliness.

"So, you managed to change Mel's mind. Pretty impressive. I have a hard time doing that at the best of times. Maybe he is fuckin' ya." Tina says.
"What?! Tina I swear I'm not doing anything with Mel!" you exclaim.
"Oh no, I don't think you are, but you're not exactly adverse to usin' yer natural attractiveness to get yer way. Yer doin' it to keep the rest of the slugs off of ya. I get it, but if Mel does some fool thing because it was his idea, I can handle that. He does it on a regular basis. Hell, if he does some fool thing cause one of his drinkin' buddies thought it was a good idea, I can handle that as well since it doesn't even happen that often and he usually realizes it before it gets too out of hand. However, Mel goin' to do some fool thing because some tease fluttered her eyes at him is something else entirely.
"Tina, I…"
"Shut the fuck up blondie, fore I pull that pretty golden hair from your head by the roots. Now listen to me close, this is the LAST time you EVER influence Mel to do something ever again. Got it?"

While you've certainly "toughened up" this week and Tina's actually shorter than you, but even now you doubt that you'd be able to physically take a trailer park girl like her that's probably gotten into more fist fights than the number of years you've been alive.

"Got it." You meekly say.

Tina doesn't even acknowledge your compliance; she just shoulder shoves you out of the way when she heads back to her trailer.

With that unpleasantness out of the way, you head over to the trucks. When you arrive at your destination, a group of rednecks are already there checking various rifles and handguns. It really does look like they got enough to take on an army.

"Well now if it isn't blondie. I'm surprised Mel is riskin' his piece on the side like this." One of the sleazier rednecks says.
"I know that's right Ray. If she was mine, I'd be wantin' to keep her safe." Another says.
"Piece on the side? Is that what Mel told all of you?" you ask which is followed by a lot of snickering.

"Not in so many words honey, but we ain't the idiots that he thinks we are. Why else would he tell us to lay off of ya if he wasn't stickin' ya? Sonofabitch already has Tina, don't see why he gets ta have TWO fine pieces of ass while some of us ain't got none." Ray remarks.
"Nothing is going on between Mel and I." you say.
"Oh? Is that right blondie? Well how about you get something going on right HERE!" Ray remarks while grabbing his crotch causing everyone to laugh.
"Sorry, I'm not a lesbian and I don't eat pussy." You remark dryly.

Your insult doesn't quite sink in immediately, though Ray gets the idea he has been insulted.

"What the hell's that mean?" Ray demands.
"It means she doesn't think you got a dick and that you ain't a man. Something we all knew a long time ago Ray, not stop givin' the girl grief and hand her a pistol." Mel suddenly says as he walks up with a few more people behind him.

After Ray grudgingly hands you a pistol and then Mel breaks the bad news to everyone that they're heading back into town. There is predictably a lot of protesting and grumbling, but after shouting everyone down everyone complies with Mel's orders. Everyone gets in their vehicles and you ride up front in Mel's pick up truck.

As the trucks pull out from the trailer park, Mel fiddles with the radio, but he doesn't get anything except Ground Zero ads.

"Goddamn Ground Zero shit. I'm tellin' you like I've said to everyone else, it's a fuckin' conspiracy goin' on with them. In fact all of this shit goin' on is government related." Mel says turning off the radio.

The rest of your drive to town is mostly a quiet one. Mel doesn't bother speaking to you and you're a little too pre-occupied by what you're going to do about your current situation because between the incident with Tina and the one with Ray you can't help but think that you're never going to fit in or be comfortable there. Your sister might've just ditched you, but you're starting to think she had the right idea about leaving.

When you do finally get to town it's predictably a warzone. A war in which it appears the military did NOT win. You see overturned vehicles, dead bodies and destruction, but there is no semblance of organized order anywhere.

The only thing that is "organized" are the cannibal freaks and there are large groups of them roving the streets or already feasting on the dead. They naturally start attacking whenever your group drives through an infested area. Shooting and running them over becomes the order of the day as you direct Mel to the best way to get to your own neighborhood area.

When you finally do get to your area, the number of freaks severely decreases. It's sort of odd, but where you lived seems relatively safe. There are still signs of devastation here and there are certainly dead bodies to be seen, but so far it's a lot safer than the rest of the town.

"Guess the military cleaned up this area, before they got their asses kicked. How much further is our destination?" Mel asks.
"Just make a left up here and you'll be there." You remark.

Following your directions Mel makes a turn and then pulls into the parking lot of what looks to be a completely deserted pharmacy with a few broken windows. The other two trucks park nearby. The pharmacy across the street looks deserted as well. No telling what's inside either of them, but you sort of get the impression the noise of the vehicles would've attracted freak attention if any were lurking about.

"Where's the grocery store?" Mel asks.
"That's a few blocks up the street." You reply.
"Okay guess it's time to tell everyone the next phase of this plan."

Mel gets out of the truck and calls attention to everyone.

"Alright, we got three locations to search, which is good because there are three big groups of us. I'm gonna search this pharmacy. Ray, you go search the one across the street. Dan, your group can get back in your truck and search the grocery store up the block." Mel says.
"What? Aw Mel, why I gotta drive all that way?"
"Goddamnit Dan it ain't that fuckin' far! Just fuckin' do it! Besides, I know you. If you're searching one of these pharmacies, your junkies ass is gonna pocket all the med for yourself and claim you didn't find anything."

While Dan is in the middle of protesting, you're coming to the conclusion of your earlier thoughts on the ride over here. Namely, you're tired of this group and you're going to risk going it alone. You figure you're already close to your house, you could probably sneak away and head there for temporary relief to plan your next move. Though if you went with Dan you'd be even closer to your home.

When Mel finishes ordering everyone about, you go up to talk to him.

"Hey Mel, I think I should go with Dan."
"Huh? What the fuck you wanna go with that junkie asshole for?"
"Well grocery stores do tend to carry a small supply of medicine too, I figure I can keep an eye on him if he decides to not be in a sharing mood."
"Hmm, good point blondie…hey Dan! Don't go yet, blondie's comin' with ya so make room in the front!" Mel shouts before Dan pulls away.

You hop into Dan's truck and you're soon on your way though Dan's attention is half on the road and half on you.

"Sort of surprised you wanted to come with me blondie." He says scratching himself.
"Well, Mel doesn't entirely trust you. He thinks if you find any medicine in the grocery store, you'll just keep it for yourself. So he's sent me to keep an eye on you."
"Oh." Dan says.
"Don't worry Dan, I'm not gonna rat you out if you take some things for personal use. I know it's not really your fault and that you're just sick." You say in an empathetic tone.

Dan smiles at you revealing his horrible dental conditions.

"See that's what I've told people before! I'm glad you understand darlin'. I mean I've really tried to quit before, but…"

At this point Dan goes on with his pathetic sob story about how he's tried to kick his drug habit, but you're not really listening. Your thoughts of escaping these ignorant redneck assholes are filling your mind.

When you get to your destination, the grocery store is in much the same condition as the pharmacies were. Dan, you and the rest get out of the vehicle.

"Seems like this place could be clear, but keep alert anyway. Could be somethin' as big as a Butchie Billie, or it could be as small as Wade's dick!" Dan laughs causing Wade to swear at Dan and others to chuckle.

Still set on your plan of escape, you think about how you're going to do it. The easiest way would be to just sneak away at the earliest opportunity and run home. You're fairly confident you could do it.

Of course you're also wondering if you shouldn't just get away from these assholes, but the whole forsaken town in general. Staying here even in the "safety" of your home still isn't going to eliminate the problem that you're going to be located in cannibal central.

Of course if you want to leave town the safest way to do that is by vehicle which means you're going to have to engage in the riskier endeavor of stealing Dan's keys.

You steal Dan's keys

If you're going to escape, you might as well escape it all. You can worry about what comes after later.

You already got an idea of how to get the truck keys from Dan, but it's not something you're looking forward to…

Mustering up your mental fortitude you prepare yourself for the unpleasant task ahead.

Your group goes into the grocery store, which must still have on some sort of emergency lighting where upon everyone begins to carefully search the place. While there has been some looting and even signs of fighting that went on here, the place is in better shape than anyone thought.

"Hey Dan, the medicine aisle is over this way." You say while gently grabbing his hand. Dan is more than a little surprised by this gesture.
"Oh. Okay, lead the way then. Everyone else keep stockin' up on whatever food you want. " He responds.
When you lead Dan over to the aisle you remind yourself of what your goal is…
"Damn darlin' it looks like this aisle is mgh!" Dan is interrupted when you kiss him directly on his meth rotten mouth. It tastes horrible and it's only due to your strong gag reflex that you don't puke.

Dan is flabbergasted; he literally is at a loss for words.

"I gotta suck your dick right now Dan. It's all I've been thinking about since we were ridin' in the truck together. Shit, I woulda went down on you right then had there not been an audience in the back of the truck. Come on we can go into the bathroom of this place." You whisper in his ear.
Dan is still tongue tied, but at this point he's not arguing and passively follows you as you lead him to the women's bathroom in the back of the store. You make sure nobody has seen the pair of you enter and then lock the door.
"I…I…I can't believe you felt this way about me darlin'. I mean this is gotta be a dream." Dan says.
"Ain't no dream, now back against that wall, pull 'em down and let me get to suckin' what's gotta be a big ass dick. Gotta have it. Gotta have that juicy hot throbbing cock in my mouth." You say.

Dan's fantasies of an insatiable cock hungry hot blonde have probably been fueled for years by endless amounts of porn he's no doubt watched. So it's predictable that he doesn't even question the unlikelihood of any of this at all.

He wastes no time in putting down his rifle and unzipping his pant. It's an unimpressive sight. It's even more unimpressive when you're on your knees, eye level to it.

"Oh my god, this is gonna be better than drugs!" Dan says even closing his eyes as if preparing himself for the glory that is your mouth.

Unfortunately for him he gets none of that and instead receives a FALCON PUNCH to his balls.

Dan's reaction causes him to practically crumple onto you. He manages to wheeze a few swear, but you then shut him up by smacking his head against the bathroom wall, he groans a bit and still tries to grab a hold of you, but you stop him completely by pistol whipping him in the face until he's no longer moving.

You aren't sure if he's dead, but you're not really paying attention to see if he's breathing by this point, you're too busy looking for the keys…jackpot.
Then you hear some banging on the door and you freeze with your pistol in hand.

"Hey, who's in there? I heard some noise. Is that you blondie?" you hear a voice exclaim.
"…uh yeah it's me! I had to take a shit and there were just some big ass rats in here that scared me so bad I almost dropped a load in my pants! No big deal though!" you shout.
"Oh…um okay." The voice says. "Um, hey you seen Dan?"
"Thought I saw him still over by the drug aisle." "Yeah he's not…" the voice starts to say before you interrupt.
"Goddamn it I'm trying to take a shit that feels like I need a goddamn midwife for this thing! I'm not Dan's personal fucking shadow, go look for him yourself!" you shout.
"Okay! Okay! Sheesh, you don't need to be a goddamn bitch about it." The voice says and then you hear some footsteps leaving.

Well that will have bought you a little time, but when you leave, you need to make a beeline for the truck and hope that nobody is lingering around it at the time. Since you get the impression you're going to be shooting it out with the rednecks anyway, you take Dan's rifle over your shoulder.

You exit the bathroom and look around to see a few of the rednecks still stocking up on some more food. You quicken your pace towards the entrance of the grocery store while attempting to keep your head down so nobody immediately sees you.

When you get to the entrance there's one of the rednecks loading up something in the back of the truck. You think its Wade from earlier.

"Everything come out all right?" he asks meaning he must've been the one talking to you from outside the door earlier.
"Yeah, yeah." you say looking around if there are any others you need to deal with.
"Y'know, maybe you wouldn't be so backed up if you tried anal." Wade says with a smirk.
"Excuse me?"
"Ass fuckin', sweetcheeks. It'll loosen you up back there. I'd be more than willin' to help you out in that department honey." Wade says with a grin.

And at that point, you're done with stealth.

"And here's a new hole to loosen up your useless brain matter shithead." You say pulling your pistol blasting Wade in the head. You don't wait for the body to fall, you run into the truck.

You get the truck started and you already hear the shouting and sounds of the rest from the grocery store. These sounds are soon followed by the sounds of bullets hitting your truck as you drive off. You keep your head down as much as possible as the back window is blown out and several sounds of bullets hitting the metal parts of the truck. While you're glad none of them had the forethought to aim for your back tires, you just hope nobody hit the gas tank.

Your drive through your war-torn town is pretty stressful. Between trying avoid large groups of freaks and abandoned military blockades you are also constantly looking in your rear mirror thinking that you're going to see Mel's truck and the rest in pursuit, but that doesn't happen. You don't really relax a bit until you manage to get out of town.

"Holy shit, I made it. Fuck yeah I made it!" you shout in triumph as you continue to drive eastward.

You continue to drive for quite sometime. Maybe its because you never really left your basement, but you never really realized what a rural area you lived in before, a lot of wilderness on either side of you. The roads are pretty clear of traffic; you don't see anyone else driving in the opposite direction or your direction for that matter. You do see a few abandoned vehicles, but nobody around them. You don't even see any of the cannibal freaks. Maybe that's a good sign.

You pass by a few gas stations, diners and the like and while you do think you notice evidence that there are probably folks at these locations, you're not exactly in a trusting mood right now and quite frankly you don't want to deal with anyone. If anything you're sort of enjoying the solitude that you haven't had for a few days.

Soon, the day starts to become night and you're getting pretty tired. You have had a long day of escaping cannibal freaks and rednecks after all. You pull off to the side of the road near the edge of a "wall of trees."

You clear off the broken glass from the seat of the truck and lay down to get some sleep, hoping that something doesn't try to attack you in the middle of the night.

Next day...

SATURDAY


You wake up to a noise in the distance. At first you think it's something trying to cause you harm and you sit up with pistol in hand, but then you realize there isn't anything near you.

However upon looking around you do notice something in the sky when even with your half sleepy eyes.

You step out of the truck and stare towards the westward sky in the distance and see the remnants of a mushroom cloud.

"They finally went and did it…" you say to yourself.

You guess that it might've hit Security City (Good thing you drove east). Who and why it was dropped is unimportant at this point, but you're not really surprised given how things seemed to be going to shit here and the world in general.

Probably was a small one, since you're not feeling any aftershocks or anything, but you are somewhat concerned if you're within a lethal radiation zone. You suppose you'll find out in the days to come, but that leads you to your more immediate concern of survival, namely you're hungry and thirsty.

You check what those rednecks managed to load up on the back of the truck and hope that not all of it needs a can opener.

You see that a lot of it is cans, but fortunately some of them already have ring pulls on them. Other cans have suffered damage from the bullets that went through them. You suppose if you got desperate you could always suck out the remaining soup through the bullet holes.

You do find a couple bags of beef jerky, which is as quick of a meal as anything. You look to see if they loaded up anything to drink, but all you're finding is cheap beer. You've actually never drank alcohol before, but beggars can't be choosers so you sit on the tailgate eating your jerky, drinking your beer and pondering your potentially grim future.

While it's good you have some sustenance, it's not going to last long. Your truck only has around a half a tank of gas and the ammo you've got is what's left in your respective weapons. Hell you don't even have an extra set of clothes anymore.

You have no idea where you're going to go. You suppose continuing east might be your best bet, but. this isn't even taking into consideration the sort of people you're possibly going to run into and if those infected freaks aren't running around elsewhere.

With all these variables weighing on your mind, things aren't looking so good right now…

"Hey! Hey miss! Did you hear a loud noise?" a voice shouts.

You spin your head to your left with your hand instinctively reaching behind you to pull your pistol, but you see a male and female couple probably a little younger than yourself wearing large backpacks. They've just come out of the "wall of trees" and they don't look threatening, but you never know. In any case they don't seem to realize you've got a pistol behind you, though the fact that you're partially covered by the pick up truck's walls along with some bags might help.

"Sure, it woke me up. Where are you coming from?" you ask.
"Oh, we got a campsite nearby. We've been sort of roughin' it for about a week. No technology like cellphones or laptops. It's been sort of liberating in a way."
"Hm, yeah you never know when you might need to know how to get along without the creature comforts. Where's you vehicle though, you couldn't have walked all this way and I don't see any roads leading off into the wilderness nearby."
"Sure there is, look in front of you a few feet away."

You look and sure enough the man is correct, there is a little dirt road that leads into the trees. You probably didn't notice it last night because you were tired and you didn't notice it this morning because you were more focused on the nuke that went off in the distance.

"Yeah, it doesn't go very far in, but it was a good place to pull into so as not having to park on the side of the road. Anyway we're going to be heading back to Security City soon, we both got classes starting on Monday." The guy says.

You take another bite of jerky and drink of beer before breaking the unfortunate news to them.

"Yeah well I don't think that's going to happen. That noise you heard? A nuke just got dumped on Security City." You say flatly.

At this point the couple look at each other in disbelief.

"Bullshit, that didn't happen." The guy says.
"Look, you don't need to believe me, but I've got no reason to lie about something like that to two complete strangers. You said you've been fairly isolated from the world for the past week, well there was some serious shit going down this week. I should know I had to deal with it. Trust me, if things had been different I wouldn't be stuck out here in the middle of nowhere eating jerky and drinking beer. I'd be in the comfort of my basement." You say.

At this point the guy still isn't sure whether you're telling the truth, but the girl starts to break down a bit.

"Oh god…every time we tried to listen the car radio, all we got was those fucking Ground Zero shelter ads! She's probably telling the truth! Oh shit! No!" she exclaims and begins hyperventilating.
"Honey, calm down we don't know…"

At this point the girl begins to cry about her friends and family while her boyfriend attempts to console her. It isn't working.

"Well look at it this way, you avoided getting nuked and you've probably got still got some supplies left over and you've got all that really useful wilderness gear right?" you say eating the last bit of jerky.
"Huh? Yeah, look just don't talk to us anymore." The guy says still trying to calm his crying girlfriend.

You throw away the bag and down the remaining beer from the can.

"How much gas does your vehicle have?" you ask.
"WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP?! This is a fucking nightmare!" the man says while his girlfriend continues to be weak.

You crush the can and toss it in the middle of the street. You briefly think about not doing it, but then you think this is survival.

"Yeah, well it's about to get a whole lot worse for the both of you." You say and pull your pistol and shoot the man in the chest.

He falls to the ground and the girl now goes from crying to screaming though she's so terrified she doesn't attempt to run.

"Bitch, stop your goddamn screaming RIGHT NOW before I shove this gun in your mouth and shoot a load so hot down your throat that it'll be the last time you ever give head again." You say walking towards the scared girl.

Your colorful threat works and the girl just stifles her screaming to annoying whimpers. You look down at her boyfriend who is most certainly dead. You don't feel anything about it either. You don't feel joy, but it's just nothing.

"Okay, you're going to take your backpack and throw it in the truck, then you're going to take his pack and toss it in the truck too. Then we're both heading to your campsite where I'm going to take whatever I think I'm going to need. And if you're lucky, you might come out of this alive. Now come on."

As you bully your new captive into doing your bidding, you think if this is how things are going to be from now on. In your mind you justify your actions as ones of survival, though you were still pretty quick to shoot her boyfriend.

Maybe you're just having a bad week and something had to give.

In any case things are starting to look up… or at least for you they are.
Wanted: Bandit Blondie


The future…

"Give it up Blondie, you got nowhere to go and you're surrounded! Come out peacefully." Justice shouts from outside.

"Justice" Why do these bounty hunters always have such silly names?

"Yeah I come out and then you lot take turns bending me over and horse fucking me before you just shoot me in the head anyway? Don't fucking think so." You shout back from the abandoned house you're taking cover in

"Don't nobody here wanna fuck your sandy STD ridden wasteland pussy bitch!" you hear someone shout.
"Holy shit is that Mary Liberty out there? How's your husband doing? Oh right, he's a charred corpse. Guess I saved you the trouble of a cremation…"

Your taunt is interrupted by machine gunfire causing you to take cover.

"Mary, stop it! You're just wastin' ammo!" you hear another voice shout.
"I hear Bounty Bill out there too. I gotta say I'm really touched that you came all the way out from the Iron Union just for me. Guess those teeth marks on your dick really left a lasting impression." You laugh remembering how you got away from him last time.
"Keep laughing Blondie. I'll soon have more fond memories of you when that pretty golden mane of yours is detached from your scalp and is hanging up on my wall." Bill replies.

"Alright enough! This isn't about personal vendettas! This is a Ground Zero job and we're going to act like fucking professionals. Now Blondie, I counted how many shots you fired and you got exactly ONE left. You can't win this and you're not getting away. If you come out peacefully however I can assure you that you will not be harmed and you will get a fair trial."
"Fair trial before a GZ Board? You must be huffing gasoline if you actually believe that. They're more likely going to throw me in a cell and perform whatever fucked up experiments they do on me like they do with anyone that pisses them off. You're working for the most amoral entity in the wasteland Mr. Justice. Your name has never been more hypocritical." You shout back
"Yeah, yeah, look this is your last chance Blondie. You coming out or not?"

You look at your pistol and stand up near the window yet still remaining in cover.

"One bullet is all I need. Come and get my body bitches." You yell, fire your pistol in the air and then fall backwards so they can see your body fall in the view of the window.

"Goddamn it, she offed herself." Someone shouts.
"Move it, but remain alert! It could be a trick!" Justice shouts.

Well at least Justice is still thinking a bit, but he's still severely underestimating you if he thinks he's got you trapped. You wouldn't have run in here had you not had a plan. This isn't just some random abandoned house, it's one of the many places you store supplies. Some of which are fully loaded weapons.

Several bounty hunters cautiously enter the front entrance of the house, but it doesn't do them any good when you cut down most of them with an assault rifle before they can take cover.

Hearing more pour in from the back, you throw a smoke grenade to cover yourself and retreat elsewhere into the house where you have a trapdoor that leads under the house.

"Goddamn fucking smoke. Can't see shit!" someone shouts.
"Fuck this, burn it all down." Another says and you hear footsteps starting to exit the house from above you.

Meanwhile you continue to crawl under the house, eventually making your way under the backsteps. There you see in the area is Bounty Bill and a few other hunters.

"Shit, she's right there!" Bounty Bill shouts before you riddle him and his buddies with bullets. Doesn't take long before more hunters run around from the front to the back to flank you.

You barely manage to escape unscathed, but fortunately luck is still with you this day. You notice the house is starting to emanate black smoke from the front and the distinct smell of fire is now in the air. You also hear a vehicle revving up.

You pick up a couple of the pistols off the dead and cautiously head around the front of the house. You get there just in time to see Justice driving away like a little bitch. However, revenge is still very much here and Mary Liberty opens fire. You feel a painful sensation of a bullet going into your left leg.

"Fuck!" you exclaim and dive for cover and crawl behind one of many now abandoned vehicles.

"You're a dead bitch Blondie! You hear me!?!" Mary shouts while spraying your cover with bullets.

You and Mary have an old fashioned run and duck shoot out for several minutes, however unlike what happens in old movies, it does not ultimately result in some physical catfight with lesbian undertones where upon you proceed to rip each other's clothes off.

You just manage to get lucky again and shoot Mary in her right tit causing her to go down with the utterance of swears coming from her mouth.

You limp over to where she fell and see she's still trying to grab her pistol that she dropped. You shoot her in the hand blowing off a few of her fingers and causing her hand to recoil and she screams in pain. You pick up the pistol and train your own weapon on her. Already having a hard time breathing from the hole in her chest, she clutches her bloody hand with the other. The look in her eyes display a hatred you've seen many times before.

"I…I …I'll see you in hell Blondie." She utters, spitting blood.
"Probably." You say and then end Mary's life with a shot to her dome.

With all your enemies dead you sit on the trunk of a nearby car and watch your stash house burn down while you ponder what to do next.

The bullet wound in your leg will have to be seen to, so you'll have to make a run to another location where you've stashed some medical supplies. The bullet went through so at least you don't need to worry about digging something out. You're just glad she wasn't using hollow points and tie off your leg with your over shirt.

In any case, you're sure Justice will be back to chasing you around when he manages to scrounge up some more mooks. Honestly you'd like to catch a break where you don't feel like you have to look over your shoulder every other day, but this is the path you chose and as they say there ain't no rest for the wicked.

Didn't start out that way though you think. You honestly were just trying to survive, just like you continue to do today…but you suppose you really did start having a bit too much fun in doing what you did and still do. You wonder if it's genetic. Your uncle was a serial killer after all.

In any case you're a far cry from being the "good girl" that once hid in the basement.

All this self-reflection does give you an idea for your next destination after you patch up your leg.

Home.

It's been years since you've been anywhere near there. You've deliberately avoided it for several reasons, but you figure since you seemingly have more and more places where you're wanted dead nowadays you figure hiding out back in the old hometown might be worthwhile or at least interesting.

You loot Mary's body for her vehicle's keys and leave the dead and burning behind you. As you drive you wonder who is in charge of the town, is it still in shambles infested with those freaks (Though you haven't seen any of those in years now), did someone actually rebuild it, and is that redneck community still around?

"Well doesn't matter who's there or in charge, but they all better hide in THEIR basements, because Suzy's coming back home." You say to yourself.