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

Chapter Six

Alex and (Y/n) talked for a quick hour, she intrigued what he had to say, and he saying only partial bits of what's really happening. Not long after that hour, did he leave.

Well, when he did leave, it was a bit odd. As they were speaking, Alex talking about theories of what happened, yet never the truth, well some bits could be considered truth. (Y/n) was listening with her full attention, wanting to know what was happening.
While he was speaking with her, she couldn't help but notice that he always seemed to look out the windows with the corner of his eyes.
He must be paranoid about something, wonder what?
While he looked again, he then focused on something from outside, as then (Y/n) tried to find what he was looking at. She then saw a tall guy heading to the door of the Starbucks. He had brown hair, an orange/peach hoodie, with jeans that overlapped his shoes.
"Well, uh, see ya," Alex said quickly, as he skidded to the trashcan and threw away his empty cup, and went back to her and handed her a small piece of paper, then run-walked out of the place through the back exit on the opposite of the front entrance.
The guy came in and didn't order anything, but sat in a chair across the room. He didn't seem to do really anything considered suspicious. With that, (Y/n) gave herself fifth-teen minutes to herself to consider more ideas as to what happened at the car crash, why she ended up in the middle of the woods, and who was in her home. After those few minutes, she placed all her belongings in her bag and went on to walk home. In her hands was the paper Alex has given her. Looking at it, it was his number. Placing it into her pocket and kept on her walk to home. As she past Rosswood Park, she noticed the three guys were no longer there. Then something came to her.
That guy who walked into the Starbucks when Alex had left, was also at the park, he was one of the guys sitting on the bench. Or it was just a look-alike, but it seemed more reasonable that that was the guy.
The wooden door opened as (Y/n) sloppily came home and flopped on the couch, mumbling to herself. "Why must the whole fucking world be confusing!" She yelled out as she felt all the weight of not knowing rest roughly on her shoulders. "What am I going to do?" she groaned, feeling helpless.
"You know what, I should fix this one step of a time. She then went looking for her mobile phone, called her phone company and from there they said they send someone to fix the phone line at 4:00 pm. Satisfied, (Y/n) went over to the small kitchen and then remembered about her missing computer. Well there went her satisfied feeling. Then another thing. Her job.
SHIT! HOW DID I FORGET ABOUT THAT!

She flew from the kitchen and called her from her phone to the gas station she worked at. "Hey, this is (Y/n). I work there, but I know I haven't came in for two weeks, do I still have the job?" she asked worriedly into the phone. There was a small bit of silence until a female voice came speaking in to the phone, "(Y/n)? What happened!? You do know if you missed two weeks that you're definitely fired."
"Okay, but can I explain what happened?"
"No excuses, (Y/n), you can come and get any belongings from the staff room, and I don't mean to sound rude or anything, but it's policy, and common sense. BZZZZ" The phone call ended.
"Well that was one of the worst phone conversations I've had in a while," she sighed, then remembering she still had stuff at the Staff Room at the gas station. Gathering up money, she went to a bus stop, got on and noticed only a few people aboard the bus. She sat in the middle seats that looked the cleanest. The seat across from her was occupied by a guy, he was adjusting a camera.
Well, he looks like another one from the park.
He seemed to be in his late twenties, black locks of hair draped his head with side burns, he wore a red flannel, blue jeans, and black shoes.
(Y/n) soon focused her attention to outside the window. Building and homes were rushed by turning to a dark green of trees, foliage, and brush. Some trees were dead, some still green, but most a fall color. It's soon going to be winter, which for (Y/n), pretty much sucked. Her home was never a normal temperature, it was either extreme heat (which was warmer than outside), or freezing cold (which also seemed to be colder than outside.
"Dammit," a little mumble that was clearly heard by (Y/n) said nearby. Looking over to the guy who said it. Which was that guy across from her, still messing with the camera.
"Is something wrong?" (Y/n) asked in her polite tone, almost chuckling as how she used that tone rather rarely. She was alone for the most part, but she usually had this uninterested voice.
He looked over, his brown eyes full of frustration. "Kinda broke this camera. Not really sure if I know how to fix it though," he claimed, his voice was deep and soft. "Do you know any way to fix this?"
"Well, I know some about cameras, but I don't know what's the problem, first of all. It being 'broke', could mean many things," I replied. "Perhaps I could look at it," she offered. He nodded and she sat by him and looked at the camera herself.
By, knowing some about cameras, she meant, I have not really any clue on how to fix this, but I still have determination! Well, she had some knowledge, she used to help with cameras with her brother when she was in high school. And then thoughts of her brother made her kind of sad, but she smiled. Her brother was fine, but he moved out of state to attend an art college. This would be his last year there, for he would be ending his last college term in December. It was November now. (A/n- Yup, this takes place in November. And also, I have no knowledge on cameras, so it could be cringe af. )

She messed with it and scanned everything. She then started putting it apart in pieces then putting them where they first were. Her fingers pressed a button, and it restarted and worked perfect.
"There ya go," she handed it back. He thanked her and introduced himself, "I'm Tim."
"I'm (Y/n), nice to meet cha'," she smiled.
"By the way, do you know what was wrong with it?" He asked curiously.
"Did ya drop it by any chance," he nodded, "That's why something was out of place," She then started explaining some of what she knew.
He seems nice, (Y/n) thought. She kept her smile and they chatted on.
"Were you, by any chance, one, or know, any of those guys who were at Rosswood earlier," she asked, curiosity visible in her eyes.
He seemed to hesitate, then nodded. "Huh, why you ask?" he inquired.
"Eh, really nothing, I walked past there and saw three people, and one looked like ya, so i just wanted to ask," she answered, smirking.
He then shifted in a comfortable position in his seat, "Well, might as well answer the next question," he continued, " Well, I was helping my two friends for a project," he ended shortly. Now (Y/n) was curious.
There has to be more, that really can't be what was happening.
With her mouth almost open, she hesitated then didn't all together to ask her next question. Well, she would of asked, but something came over her.
Guilt, fear, tiredness, stress, bad feeling in her stomach, and an overwhelming head ache to top it off.
Static. She heard static.
NO,NO,NO,NO,NO,NO,NO. NOPE.

She then got up, "I gotta go," she said, knowing very well this was not her stop. She went over to the front, asked the driver, and there she got off. Leaving her at least a mile from her ex-workplace.
I thought she was going to get off at a gas station, not a grocery store, Tim thought to himself. Maybe she's getting a grapefruit....

(there you met Timmy, sorry this is bad, but I'm just making the story as it goes from now, :L i HOPE SOMEONE GOT THAT REFERENCE AT LAST SENTENCE. SOMEONE...)