Chapter 20:
They left Randy Marsh in the barn with PC Principal to deal with him. He didn't care if Pc Principal beat the shit out of Randy in order to educate him on the rules of consent why what he'd just done wasn't pc at all.
"What are we going to do with him McDaniels?" Blake asked him with concern. No one thought Randy and the others they'd left behind would actually follow them up here. His mother's off grid cabin was way out in the mountains.
"He can't stay here." He knew they'd all agree considering no one even wanted him as leader back in camp.
"What do we do with him?" Jimbo – Randy's older half brother – asked with concern. "Banishment?"
"I'm sorry Jimbo." He knew Randy had family in their group but he was too dangerous for them to just send him on his way. "He can't be trusted around my mother."
"If Mary kept her legs shut we wouldn't have this problem." Sharon Marsh overheard their private discussion. He didn't even know how he was going to tell the other survivors about this.
"You can't put this on mom!" He didn't care if he was being too harsh with Sharon she had to learn to see Randy for who he really was. "You know he treated her like a slave and you know she never wanted this."
Sharon stormed off in an angry huff and to his surprise Blake volunteered to go after her.
"There has to be a way to defuse this situation." Blake suggested. "It's bad enough we have to deal with Mr. Marsh we don't need fighting amongst ourselves. That's how we die."
He was right of course. "Maybe you can get Sharon Marsh to see sense. I need to deal with dipshit."
He wanted to see the progress PC Principal had made. Even with what was sure to be a savage beating he knew Randy wouldn't learn anything. He had to do something soon because the longer they kept him around the more dangerous it became for his mother.
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"Mary?" She knew he was concerned about her. She was so sick she didn't respond to him. She continued to throw up. "Mary?"
"I'm so sorry for this mess George." She wanted to cry. She slumped against the wall by the toilet and couldn't allow the tears to stop. "This is all my fault.
He sat down beside her and wrapped his strong arms around her. "It's not your fault Mary."
"I don't know whose baby this is George." She panicked at the thought of the paternity of her child. She wanted it to be Barbrady's child but she just couldn't tell for sure if it were. "He can't know I'm pregnant."
She'd hidden pregnancies from the people of South Park before. She even managed to have twin girls and a boy without them ever knowing she was pregnant both times. She hated the thought of it, but for the child's safety and to protect Barbrady no one could know anything about it until they did something about Randy Marsh. The last thing she wanted was Randy thinking he was the father because the thought that he might be made her feel physically sick.
He gently placed his hands on her belly and kissed her cheek. Her husband was adamant the baby was his. "Randy can't have children Mary."
"What?" She was surprised by this information. She hadn't heard anything about it before.
"He's sterile." Barbrady helped her up so she could rest in bed. The room was warm and the fireplace gave enough light without using any electricity.
"How?" She still wasn't entirely convinced as she lay down to rest and her husband draped warm blankets over her.
"He micro waved his balls." Barbrady explained. "Do you remember the medicinal weed Mary?"
She remembered it. Most men in town – including Jimbo Kern, Ned Gerblanski and Gerald Broflovski – had testicular cancer and she heard they made themselves sick just to get weed when the Medicinal Fried Chicken opened in the old South Park. She couldn't comprehend the stupidity. "I swear sometimes I'm surrounded by idiots George."
He laughed a little when he came back with a hot water bottle for her and a bucket she could throw up in if she couldn't make it to the bathroom. "He gave himself cancer to get pot."
"T-the baby isn't Randy's?" She asked sceptically. She took the hot water bottle and made herself as comfortable as possible. Nausea overwhelmed her. She had terrible morning sickness during her last pregnancies and this one would be no different.
Barbrady shook his head. "He's got plastic balls. He can't have any more kids with anyone not even you. That baby is mine."
He kissed her gently. She knew he wanted to deal with Randy himself so she let him. Because of Randy's intrusion she was no longer in the party mood. The others would have to enjoy the feast without her if they could enjoy it at all.
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Even though the cabin looked warm inside she didn't dare go in. There was still hostility between her and Mary McDaniels. She didn't know what to believe anymore.
"Sharon?" He scared her. She wasn't expecting anyone outside her own small group of friends to even want to talk to her.
"Blake?" She wasn't surprised that the people Mary had taken with her when she abandoned camp weren't talking to her. She didn't want to admit that she had been irrational with her initial reaction to the news her ex husband slept with the Mayor of South Park.
"You only know Randy's version don't you?" He sat beside her and offered her a plate piled with freshly cooked food.
"I shouldn't." She pushed the plate away and tried not to cry. "It wouldn't be right."
"You still need to eat." He gave her back the plate and explained to her the truth. She felt like an idiot she didn't see it.
"What have I done?" The guilt overwhelmed her. "I should've believed my friend."
She knew she more than likely lost her friendship with Mary. Before the apocalypse and the incident back at camp they were really good friends. They even used to play poker on Fridays since the weekly book club became too boring for them.
"It may be better to give her some space for now." Blake didn't blame her but he didn't seem to think she was a bad person. "She'll come around when she's ready."
"I don't think so." She highly doubted it. She had a feeling that she'd fucked up big time.
"We had the cult and tried ousting her from office and she's cool with us now." Officers Peterson and Foley returned from a perimeter check after Officer Alexander McDaniels ordered them to check it again.
"It took a lot of ass kissing, but best to keep your distance for now." Foley added as he lit up a cigarette.
"I don't think she'll forgive me for this." She felt hopeless. She didn't know what to do. She wanted to talk to Mary, but she couldn't be sure if she would even want to see her.
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To her surprise Sergeant Yates woke them up for breakfast since the Government Guy had requested a meeting with them. Over eggs, bacon and toast – the best breakfast she'd had in a long time – they drilled them with even more questions.
Classi hardly touched her plate of food or the tea they were offered. She was fascinated by Government Guy and how neat and clean the place was.
"What is this place?" After Yates and Mackey drilled them with questions about life in the wilderness she responded in kind regarding their new accommodation.
Much to her annoyance they were vague with their information which also pissed Classi off. "Is this the refugee centre?"
Government Guy and Harrison Yates laughed. It was Yates who answered her question. "If you're looking for that other refugee centre you're looking for a pipe dream."
"Is it safe here?" It seemed safe enough even though she'd only seen the room they were sleeping in and the breakfast room they were dining in. It looked like an apartment building as far as she could tell.
"We have walls surrounding us with guards patrolling our perimeter day and night." Yates replied while sipping tea.
"We want our weapons!" Classi's outburst had them on edge along with the obvious security personnel they brought along with them.
When she regained consciousness she noticed she no longer had access to her gun or even her hunting knife. Classi had been complaining about this since they arrived.
"Unless you're security we don't carry weapons inside. We don't need an armed camp." Government Guy said calmly despite Classi's angry protests.
"You can't keep us here." Classi clamoured with outrage. "I want my sword back! That shit ain't yours asshole!"
"You can leave when Liane is well enough to travel." Government Guy snapped at Classi who returned to her seat in a huff. "Right now you and your friend wouldn't last another weak out there in the middle of winter."
"There's another snow storm coming." Mr. Mackey interjected. He'd been quiet throughout the breakfast and obviously let Government Guy and Yates do all the talking.
"As soon as it's clear and she's well enough to travel your weapons will be waiting for you outside the gates." Government Guy's reassurances did nothing to appease Classi who regarded him with intense loathing.