Another Infected Found (Tim/Masky X Reader X Alex Kralie)

CHAPTER TWO

(YES....THERE'S A SECOND CHAPTER...)

Crunching and breaking of leaves awoke the such fragile (Y/n) from her beauty nap. Now, let's rephrase "beauty nap", let's be truthful, she awoke from her shitty nap.

She cursed and groaned as she woke with an aching back. As her eyes opened and she poorly examined her surroundings.

In a small clearing, very small, in the middle of this drenched and misty woodsy area. The tree and it's long, sharp arms over-loomed the ceiling of the woods. It seemed she was miles in this place. Everywhere she looked, showed her no signs of civilization, or anything of that type of matter.

Then a precious little thought came from her. Why were they're leaves crunching? She swore she heard it.

Glancing around from still sitting against a tree from wear she awoke, she met face to face with a rather grey animal.

"AHH!" she yelped as she nearly kicked it. There the raccoon ran off. "Oh-WAIT...Did I hurt it!?" She reasoned she didn't hurt it physically, but probably damaged its eardrums.

You outta think it would of ran off when she woke up and it didn't surprisingly.

Still confused, she thought of why she been here. Nothing came to mind. Even if she tried hard enough to remember, she had the thought to find a clue where she been, then what happened. 

Gathering courage and whatever piece of evidence to where and what happened, she used her hands and lifted herself from sitting on the ground. Her jeans were dusted in the muddy dirt, and so as halfway on the back of her jacket. She shook trying to stand. It seemed as if she was here for quite awhile now.

Leaves crunched carelessly as she took small steps at a time. It wasn't too long until she started to hear the never ending and delightful sound of chirping from birds, and hearing the animals in trees, everything seemed to go in sync in this woods. It felt right. Too right. Too perfect.

Ten minutes gone by in what felt like light speed, and she had found one clue. A broken sign. It had rusted over years pass and it red outline was orange-like and the words made out, "NO TRESPASSING" quite a challenge to make it out through the rusted painted words. However, what she soon realized was this was just a sign, not even a pole seemed insight. Possibly hidden under brush.

Yet, why was this in the middle of the woods? One possibility, she was near civilization.

She rested the sign down onto the ground that had an overgrown growth of grass and vegetation. (Y/n) started walking further now in a quick pace.

Minutes went by and time seemed priceless to lose. So after leading nowhere, her internal instinct came and she darted off in search of something. Tears brimmed her fragile eyes. She was not one to like not knowing. And being truly lost, she was undeniably terrified of that. It hurt her to be lost. So her only resort was to run one direction.

Everything was a blur of fear around her.

"ACK!" a stick stuck up from the ground in an acute angle and as (Y/n) came in contact with it she had fallen and just started sulking in her own pity. It was out of pure instinct to cry. Crying seemed like the only choice left. She was scared, alone, and confused, so of course she was going to weep her mind out.

Wiping her face with her jacket's (f/c) sleeves she looked around.

"Woah...," she observed her surroundings. She was indeed still in the woods, yet everything seemed dead, lifeless. Leafless and grey trees were speckled everywhere. The ground seemed to be just dry dirt and dead plants, and the birds, animals, and everything that made outside lively was gone. No sound. Just scary silence. Such familiar silence. A silence she ached for it to end.

She got up from where she observed the woods. Dried tears dried on her cheeks from her puffy (e/c) eyes that now had a dull look to them.

Don't cry.

(Y/n) then let the last sobs out from pure spite and accepted finally the fact of being lost and confused. She then went forward.

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The sound of a car in the distance excited (Y/n) and she took off to the directions, avoiding trees and their wooden arms.

And there an opened road was at view. She felt the tears of relief as she looked down and up the road. A road always leads somewhere. She started her way up the road with no cars to follow.

She was right and there for her find of this road led her to a town. She knew this town. How could she not. At first glance it was nothing until she observered it.

This was home.

Where she was? Just the one and only Rosswood Park. This park was the only place she really went to as a kid, everywhere else was out of interest. There seemed to be no one at the park. Usually two to four people would be here on an hourly basis. Wasn't the most popular place to be very honest.

Now that she knew where she was, she needed to get home, a need of it tugged at her.

She walked from Rosswood Park to a few blocks away from it and ended up at the doorstep of a small house with a nice setting outside.

Home sweet home I guess?

Her untrusting (e/c) eyes scanned the place. Her pickup no where in sight she sighed. No vehicle meant to free transportation. My luck.

She searched her pockets. Nothing. (Y/n) then went over to a small piece of paper that was made into an origami bird. She unfolded it and took out a black key from it. Place the origami piece back, she went over and unlocked the door to her home. It did truly feel like home sweet home. Had a comfy and trusting feeling.

Yet it wasn't right. Nothing seemed right. It felt... invaded more than the comfy  and safe feeling.

Her footsteps echoed at the walls and décor of the small home. Out of discomfort she hollered from the living room of the house that also had a small kitchen set up against the wall, "Anyone here?!"

As if she was expecting silence. A thud and snap of a window came from another room. She yelped and ran over to the room and grabbed a nearby hammer that happened to lay on table next to nails and drawn portraits she hadn't placed on the walls yet. Her soft hands held the hammer in a firm grip as she jerked open the woodened door to her bedroom where she heard the sound.

Nothing.

She stealthily marched to her bathroom.

"What the actual fuck," her tone was filled with frustration by that point that she could of killed anyone with that hammer.

The cabinets opened. Pills everywhere. And the window is what really pissed her off. The window is what made the noise. Someone. Something. Had came in here. Invaded her home.

"THAT BASTARD!"

Anger was without a doubt the only emotion visible by her voice to every way she moved.

Out of her hissy fit, she stomped a couple of times, breaking the pills beneath her. That's when it hit her.

She never used pills in a long time. Never had any here. What kind were these? Why would someone dump their pills here?

(Y/n) pinched the bridge of her nose and wanted to scream bloody murder, but kept it content as she took steps she read online to help calm her down.

Ten minutes later, she walked back to kitchen and grabbed the broom and dustpan and got ready to clean this helluva mess!

(Well, finally updated!!! Dealing with writer's block with a lot of stories so yaa. Hope ya enjoyed and excused the late timing to update. But! Better late than never! :)

(please forgive any confusing parts/errors!!)

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