Karma // 10k Fic // Completed

Confessions

There was a red light coming from down the river. I ran towards it until I was close enough to see who it belonged to. 10k!

"Now when did you get a flare?" I asked walking up to his small group. His head snapped to me and He stood up quickly coming over to me. His arms wrapped around me and I let out a shocked scream. It soon turned to laughter as he spun me around.

"I didn't know if I'd find you," He said setting me down, keeping me in arms reach.

"Oh come on now. Best friend's intuition. I'll always find you" I said tapping his exposed arm. He smiled and hugged me again. I nuzzled my nose into his chest. I pulled away and we sat down looking out over the water. He picked up the flare again and held it out.

"Sketchy said you went under," He said.

"No, everyone made it out. You and I were the only ones from our group to go this way. Everyone else is on the other side." I told him. He nodded. "So" I started, "How are you? You haven't really had much time to mourn, since, you know" I said.

"I do hate him, and when the time comes... I will kill him, but for now, I can't." He said. I just took in his words.

Time skip

"There you have it. Opportunity presents itself just as I suspected. I'm telling you, kid. You must be magic." Sketchy said as we walked through the field.

"There is no end to our good luck since we met you," Skeezy interjected.

"It's true. And it runs in my family. My uncle Gerald's been struck by lightning three times." Sketchy said hanging his arm on the door of a dentist's truck.

"Keys!" Skeezy exclaimed.

"I'm starting to believe you guys," 10k said climbing in. I followed after him. We drove down the dirt path and into a small town. We got out as the people around us came to the truck.

"Well we thought you mighta ran into some trouble." A man in a blue blazer said, his southern accent thick.

"Just the usual," Sketchy said.

"Usually you're right on time. But don't matter. Uh. Swenson, get these old boys a drink. And get the lady whatever she wants. I don't think we've met. It's usually the other two." He said.

"Those two clowns, former employees. It's the price you pay for delegating responsibility. But that's not your problem." Sketchy went right along with this getup.

"Oh yeah, it's hard to find good help." The man said taking a sip from his cup.

"We apologize on their behalf," Skeezy said.

"That is not necessary. So, how'd we do?" He asked looking to the truck. Two guys held metal sheets and a cage was behind it. What?

"Been better, been worse," Sketchy said.

"Ain't that the truth. You get a drink, son?" The man asked.

"Ah, no, no, no, no, no. Kid's a mute. Fell on his head as a baby. But get him something stiff." Sketchy said.

"All right. We can get him something strong. Okay, hey! One more for the mute!" The man yelled. The guy who brought Sketchy and Skeezy their drinks brought me a lemonade and 10k whatever that was.

"Pretty good my ass! Well look, you done outdone yourselves!" He said as zombies were directed into the cage.

"Apparently we have," Sketchy said confused as to why there were zombies coming out as well.

"Oh. I have been a rude host. I haven't even introduced myself. My name is Tyler Burr. This is my town. Burrtown." Mr.Burr introduced himself.

"Mr. Burr, Mr. Smithson." Sketchy introduced himself as someone else. "This is my associate, Geronimo. His granddaddy's part Apache. And this is our old boy, Renfield. We found him tied to a tree in Kentucky. And this little lady is Anna May. She's quite the talker." I glared at him.