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

Chapter Twenty-One

"Latest development on the Alley Shooting: From a nearby camera system near where the incident occurred that shook the night of January the thirteenth. Where just three days ago, reports came in about a homicide. Eren Walker was found shot in the head and beaten. Police say they have a lead, but many possible suspects. Currently two suspects are on the run:...," The reporter gave out the information as a weep came from under the blankets.
        Scared, guilty and paranoid, (Y/n) was a mess. She questioned everything, what have I done? What would happen? Why was Tim there? Why did I.... Kill... Someone?! Oh, God. Those screams and yells. They would haunt her.
        Scrunched up in a blanket, she tried to rethink. Currently, she was staying at a motel a county from the town. Afraid of her doing. She tried to plan out that once things die down, she'll go back.
        There's one thing that truly bothered her besides her outrage attack. Her brother. Her brother's limp, lifeless corpse. Stab wounds in his chest. His skin just ghostly white and the stench that she will never forget. 
        (Y/n) had found her brother- in an dumpster. It all came back.

        She was walking around town, searching for what she couldn't pinpoint. Searching to get rid of the horrible feeling. Feeling of confusion, sacredness, and utter shit. Then she had heard. Heard something that made the situation worse. Once in a very while she heard a word said, right behind her. This phenomenon was frightening to her. It'd be something random or something about the situation. All in all, she was not a fan of this whatsoever. Never would she be. 
        Crunching herself more in the piles of blankets that she had taken from her home to the motel, she shook. Oddly, she did not cry. She couldn't get herself to cry. What she had done, did not scare her total, but shocked her into a lasting panic at every thought.
        Every thought that passed her mind was worse than the last. Out of all that, the static was still there, there in the distant muffled sound. She shrieked, trying to stop all the negative thinking. Trying to stop everything. From deep and onto the clear surface, she knew that everything is not fine.
        That little thought that said it all: Everything is not fine. (Y/n) soaked in that thought, bypassing every little negative feeling. Change it. Change it all.
        Biting her lip anxiously, she pondered. Pondered on change. She was going to change it.
        An hour had passed and she packed her blankets and clothes back in her brother's car. The car keys she had found were found in her kitchen at home, thus she had driven the day before and found her deceased brother. Walking back inside the room, (Y/n) tossed the gun and a messy notebook in a (f/c) carrier bag. As her things were cleared from the room, she checked out and got in the car.
        The drive was obnoxious of thoughts and uncomfortable at every turn. Every turn, nearing the crime scene, nearing the park, nearing home. Nothing was fine, was it?
        "(Y/n)?" The familiar voice asked as the door was creaked slightly open. "What are you doing here? Thought you wanted me out of your life."
        "Tim, don't play smartass. You have the pills, don't you?" (Y/n) asked as the door opened more and she could see his figure. She examined him, he looked way more stressed and nervous than the last time she saw him. 
        "What type of pills?"
        She sighed, "The ones where it sort of stops- you- you from seeing shit? That one? Never had a name for it too be honest."
        He nodded, "I think I have some left."
        "Listen, I don't need yours- Where'd you get them?"
        He answered, however, he was some what hesitant. He invited her inside, which she accepted.
        She knew, Oh Lord, did she have to ask this, "What happened with your car? It looks a bit damage."
        "You know that one shooting- three days ago? Well, I was trying to get their- y'know I'm curious to know. Some prick was running from the scene, which I believe is the shooter. Well, he shot the two back tires then when I called a friend to help and broke something else. Can't really recall on what the hell it was. So, since that hardware store you've been working at didn't sell what I needed- I'm just waiting for shipment."
        Internally, (Y/n) was laughing in her mind, but tried to act interested and listened. However, her parade ended when something crept up to her. A little thought that reminded her that she needed to be weary. For, he did see the murderer.
        "Did you call the cops or anything?"
        Hesitantly, he shook his head slowly, "I had other priorities to attend to."
        (Y/n), realizing she had been smiling, "Like what? What's so important that having seen the damn murderer?"
        "My burritos were getting cold in the car," he said truthfully.
        "Alrighty then!" (Y/n) chirped with an unexplained happiness, hoping to change the subject.
        "So, what happened with the all 'oh, get out of my life Tim!' thing?" Tim almost chuckled.
        She rolled her (e/c) eyes," Listen, I was tired, exhausted, and a whole load of shit is just being thrown at me."
        "I guess I can sort of relate," Tim attempted a smirk, then coughed a little. He then looked worried again. The two continued conversation, throughout it, Tim was coughing quite frequently. Worsening by each cough. He looked more anxious now. (Y/n), she was preparing to ask him out the videos she had found, however something interrupted from that to happen.
        Tim had started coughing erratically.
        "Tim? You okay?" It was a useless question, but it was all she had.
        Tim shook his head repeatedly, holding his stomach. Instinctively, (Y/n went over from the couch to the floor where Tim stumbled onto, coughing.
        An odd aura amidst the unexpected situation. An aura that was unusual. Odd. Lingered of an odd presence. It felt like pure evil.
        Tim started to say something, but the coughing forced him otherwise. "Get out," he manageably blurted among the coughing spasm. He begin covering his ears.
        "I ain't getting out," then she knew why and what was happening when he was covering his ears. It struck her roughly. Static was so deafening. Made the want to just curl up and die. Something switched in her. Falling, uncontrollably, her eyes rolled back and her conscious went dark.
        What was that?
        What is that light?
        What is that darkness?
        Why is she falling?
        Who is that? Familiar.

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