WEDNESDAY


"Remember, if you act today…"
"Ugh! Shut up! I don't care about your stupid shelters!" you hear Julie remark.

You open your eyes and see Julie to the left of you messing around on your laptop. (And clicking off on one of those annoying pop up audio ads)

"Hey…when did you get up?" you ask.
"I dunno, about an hour ago I think. Didn't really feel like leaving the bed though, so I just figured I'd stay here and entertain myself on your laptop. Hope you don't mind."
"Eh, it's fine. Don't mess with my bookmarks and setting though."
"Don't worry, I'm not going to accidentally delete anything. I must say though with the extensive number of porn links in your history, I think you might have a real problem." Julie mocks.
"Mm, bold words coming from a woman who has popped up in several amateur videos on those sites." You answer.
"Hah. I don't doubt it, but that brings up the question of why would YOU be watching those?" Julie asks.
"Who said I did? I can't help it if I'm browsing through the videos and suddenly your ass pops up in a still."
"If it's just my ass, how do you know it's me? Either you don't or you've watched them enough that you know what my ass looks like without even seeing my face!"
"Argh! I don't mean literally! I mean YOU pop up, and I've seen your face in the stills though once I almost couldn't tell because it was covered in cum!" you exclaim starting to get agitated.
"Hmm, nice save." Julie says a little unconvinced.

Already having expended more energy than you wanted to, you start to sit up and realize you've been wearing the same clothes for the past couple days.

"Christ, I really need to take a shower and change these clothes." You say and get out of the bed.
"Yeah, I think I need to go do that too." Julie says.
"Well you can go use your own shower. I know we've been sleeping in the same bed for the past two days, but that doesn't mean we're going to be re-enacting a women's prison shower scene from a movie." You say laying down boundaries again.
"Hey I think you had that one bookmarked!" Julie says jokingly.

You shake your head and grab some clean clothes before heading into the bathroom to take a shower.

After washing up and changing your clothes, you feel refreshed. When you exit the bathroom, you see that Julie has left, presumably to go wash up as well. You check your phone and once again see nobody has called. You dial up your sister's number and still no answer. You certainly hope Julie is right about her just sleeping somewhere else. But surely she couldn't be so pissed at you that she's moved out could she? All her stuff is still here after all.

You then hear a loud noise or more like a voice, but you aren't sure if its coming from inside the house or outside the house. Still paranoid from yesterday, you grab the pistol and cautiously exit your room.

When you get to the living room, you deduce the noise is indeed coming from outside.

A quick peek through the window and you see several military men and a couple of military trucks and even an A.P.C.

"ATTENTION! THIS TOWN IS UNDER MARSHAL LAW AND THIS NEIGHBORHOOD IS NOW UNDER WATCH BY THE U.S. NATIONAL GUARD. A GOVERNMENT REPRESENTATIVE WILL SOON VISIT ALL OF YOU AND ASSIST IN ANYTHING THAT YOU MAY NEED DURING THIS STATE OF EMERGENCY. STAY IN YOUR HOMES. DO NOT COME OUT FOR ANY REASON. FAILURE TO DO SO MAY RESULT IN THE USE OF LETHAL FORCE."

"Hey Suzy?! You hear that noise!? You got the TV up loud?" Julie shouts from somewhere up on the second floor.
"No! The fucking National Guard is out there in force and it looks like we're under marshal law."
"National Guard? Hold on, I'm coming down…" Julie says.

You turn the TV on to see if there's anything about this, but you're not exactly having any luck. You're getting a lot of Ground Zero infomercials or news about shit going on elsewhere in the world. Local stations seem to be off the air with an "emergency test" beep but nothing more substantial than that.

"What the fuck is going on?" you say to yourself.
"Yeah what the fuck IS going on?" Julie asks coming down from taking her shower.
"I dunno, I might need to check the Internet, not having much luck with the TV. Do we have enough food and water?" you ask.
"Well we certainly got some food. Dunno about water though. I mean you can get some from the taps I suppose, but as you might expect I got tons of alcohol. Why?" Julie says.
"Why? Because the National Guard just said if we try to leave we'll probably get shot on sight that's why! (Sigh) We're basically prisoners here."
"Suzy, you need to calm down. You've been on edge since yesterday. You just said there isn't a whole lot we can do, so we might as well just relax in the house. I mean really how much different is the day going to be for either of us?" Julie remarks.
"I'm just…its Donna. I mean she's still out there. I mean I HOPE she's still out there. I mean the last thing I did was argue with her. Shit, I'm even a little worried about Peter and Kelly now and I never got along with them either. Still family though." You say.
"You tried calling either of them?" Julie asks.

Oddly you haven't. You didn't really have a reason before, but given what's going on right now, maybe you should.

"I think I'll do that Julie. I can't believe I didn't think of it." You say.
"Sure, you go check on what family you can and maybe find out more about what's going on. In the meantime, I'm going to go get a drink."
"Thought you were turning over a new leaf?"
"You just said we were prisoners here. Not much else for me to do is there? Besides, I'm not going to get bombed out of my skull."

While Julie goes and deals with this situation in her own way, you head back to your room to get your cell phone to start calling up your other family members. You try Peter first since you figure he might at least answer.

You start to call Peter and then you hear a loud clatter from the kitchen. What's odd to you is that you don't hear a series of cursing following it; you do think you hear a stifled yelp though.

Panic wells up inside you and you once again head towards where the disturbing sound came from with your pistol pointed in front of you.

"Stop fighting me, bitch!" you hear a voice say.

This isn't a video game this time.

You enter the kitchen and see Julie being held captive by someone you KNEW was no good right from the start. Johnny. He's got one arm around her waist and another hand with a knife to Julie's throat. He isn't calm anymore. His face is displaying a rage and hatred you remember seeing a glimpse of in Uncle Ed when he looked at you during that horrible night with him. Julie's face is one of absolute terror and tears run from her eyes.

"Let her go you fucking psycho!" you exclaim pointing the gun in his direction.

"Oh look, it's your dyke lover come to rescue you! Fucking whores the pair of you! You think I'm scared just because you got a gun pointed at me? Pfft! Look at you, you're so scared right now, you can barely aim that thing properly."

He's right. Despite having the gun in your hand, you're incredibly scared.

"Mmm, think I'll have some fun with you two after I'm done cleansing you whores. Just like I did with your sister." Johnny exclaims.

Your worst fears are now a reality and it shows in your face. You feel ill and start to shake a bit.

"Guess you two have been so busy rug munching that you haven't been in the basement lately. Told you it was a mess down there." Johnny laughs cruelly.

Between this revelation, Julie's desperate expression of wanting you to do something, and your own fear, you're having a very difficult time concentrating.

You feel like if you shoot, you're either going to miss Johnny completely and then he'll kill Julie, or worse you'll kill Julie for him by accidentally shooting her instead of him. You can't fuck this up.

You try to buy some time

"Johnny, look. We didn't do anything to you, but if you felt that we offended you in anyway, then I apologize profusely. You can walk out that backdoor right now and nobody has to know about this." You say trying to aim the gun so you know you'll hit him with it, unfortunately he's moving around with Julie even more now.

"Yeah right. The National fucking Guard is patrolling out there right now, I'm not gonna get my ass shot off and stop trying to play psychologist, it won't work. I'm not interested in anything you two dyke whores got to say, so let's just skip to the good part!"

Suddenly Johnny slashes Julie's throat open. A gout of blood comes pouring out as Julie hisses and gurgles while clutching at her throat. The sight of this scares the shit out of you and it doesn't help that Johnny also gave her a little shove directly at you after he did it, which causes a nervous reaction of firing your pistol.

You don't hit Johnny though, you instead hit Julie and cut what little remained of her life even shorter. Her body falls on you and you scream when all the blood squirts all over you.

You attempt to push her off of you, but when you see Johnny looming over you, you try to bring your arm back up to shoot at him again, but this time he's got the advantage and he grabs your wrist, breaks it and takes the gun out of your hand before pistol whipping you in the face with it twice. Your head hits the floor as you lie there now with a broken nose.

"Stupid bitch. You all are stupid bitches. I don't know why I ever think I'm going to run into anything different. (Sigh) Still, I thought after your sister told me about you…I thought you might be…bah better get this over with, the fucking Guard probably heard those shots." Johnny says.

Your last moments are seeing Johnny's knife coming down several times on your face.