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

Chapter-Thirty

Are we safe?

What's happening?

Nothing seems fine.

It is, trust me.

What exactly can I trust?

        When I say "Oh No" You say...

        "We're fucked!."

        Basically this was the only thing in the stressed out mind of (Y/n). "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" she repeated as she saw a police cruiser at the far stretch of road behind them.

        "Calm the hell down!" Tim blurted, his eyes poorly focused on the road. "You're making me really stressed here!" he added, emphasizing "really".

        "Sorry! I'll calm my tits when I'm not about to be fucking arrested!"

        "Explain what you did then to make you get arrested!" The air was so tense and thick with tension, that every movement and sound was edgy.

        "Like is said: Until we're in the clear!"

        Tim sighed and shook his head with annoyance. Right at the moment, they were in back streets of some fields and (Y/n) was no longer in the passenger seat, now in the back watching the distant cop from the rear window.

        "It's not flashing its light, nor sirens. I think they don't suspect us," Tim tried to calm the very paranoid and hyped (Y/n). To be very honest, despite that feeling and heart dropping feeling of being chased and fearing what can come next; they was also excitement. She would never admit it; it was true, that's all there is to it.

        A huge pound of relief flooded over (Y/n) as the cruiser turned down to another road. (Y/n) smiled and slumped back into the back seat. "You know anywhere I can stay?"

        "You mean we're?"

        "Ya, whatever. Anywhere though?"

        He nodded, "Ya, got a place in mind."

        (Y/n) thought for a moment before she lied on all the back seats, "Tell me when we're there."

        "Alright," he replied as she turned her back and faced the seat and tried to relax and fall asleep. Perhaps this will calm her down. Well, it didn't, once she tried to rest her eyes, she only thought more. Everything had an "What if?" scenario and thus, those flooded scenarios flooder her conscious. 

        (Y/n) felt regret and how bad she screwed up, however, in the mix of the adverse feelings: was delight.

        Delight. How was that even possible. Better to ask, how is that okay? To feel delight with her world shaken. (Y/n) had a thought that might be correct.

        When you live far from family, by yourself, repeating everything everyday. It's great to do something else. Wake up, work, come home, worry, sleep. Repeating every single day. Then it all changed for the worse- or... Maybe better? It seems doubtful, but perhaps it is. Since then, she's been living with fear and an exhilarating sense that kept her on edge. She even met someone who she cares about. Now he's stuck in this mess.

        Or was he already in this mess?

        She didn't know and tried to shake it off. Worrying is no good, (Y/n) thought. And to pick this time to nap doesn't seem good either, or even smart. However her mind refused to accept the liability and she slept.

        It was odd.

        This sleep felt so relaxed. Why?

        She hasn't been able to sleep for weeks ever since the car crash where it all started. No. It didn't start there. It started when she was young. Had she brought this upon herself? Didn't seem likely, but what felt real was almost myth. Yet, others sought and saw upon it. They followed.

        Unlike every other sleep she had in these weeks, there was a longed sense. In this was the feeling of security. Something about this soothed her.

        It's funny, now she's really being chased and can be considered a fugitive. Out of all this. The terror of murdering another, the fear of seeing it, the moments when she felt like breaking down. It all settled into a blanket where she sat on. Odd feeling, isn't it. What's a good word? Secure? Relaxing? Tranquility? Reckless, perhaps.

        Empowerment to the situation. Empowerment sounded more. It false empowerment, she knew it. Yet, it was all she needed.

        Short-lived sleep, but a very tranquil one at that, despite of all that rotates.

        Leaning against the car seat, (Y/n) rubbed her eyes.

        "Great, you're up finally. Nearby is a motel, I've been there. It has good service and it's too bad," Tim gave a reassuring smile. It was night.

        "How long you've been driving?"

        "Long enough for you not to notice I had a short nap also," Tim replied.

        (Y/n) chuckled, forcing a smile, that returned to an edge of a frown. "So, I guess you're staying with me?"

        "Of course I am, (Y/n), I care."

        (Y/n) silently tried to decipher his expression. More as she realized he seemed happy, the more she thought. It's one chance, a chance and choice I'll regret.        

        As they stopped at the motel, checked out a room, they settled in the room. Tim claiming one of the two beds by just face-planting upon it. The whole time Tim joked around, making (Y/n) laugh. Through the time, tension grew. A tension of unknown. It made the two uneasy, despite the odd feelings from today. When it was clear that they should sleep, (Y/n) went to bed as Tim feel asleep.

        Tim slept despite hearing the door click.

(GOOD NIGHT!)