The more I stay with Sketchy and Skeezy the more painful my migraine gets. These two annoy me to the point where I want to blow my brains out. I swear my IQ dropped being around those two and stupid Burr. They were telling each other stories that weren't even funny. These two skanks were rubbing up on the idiots. One tried to go on 10k, but I glared at her before grabbing her hair and pushed her away.

"I told you," Burr kept laughing. "I told you Elvis was still alive."

"Oh, he's alive all right. And he's kept the weight off too," Sketchy joked before patting 10k's shoulder. "Tell him, Renfield."

10k, who decided to go along with the mute story, started making random hand gestures.

"What's he saying? What's he saying?" Burr asked.

I rolled my eyes before glaring at the man. "He's saying you're a real drunken idiot," I sneered before crossing my arms. "Actually, that's me because you dumb fucks are so stupid that -"

Sketchy cut me off with a nervous laugh. "There she goes again," he said. He lets go of his girl and wrapped his stanky arm around me. God, I would have upchucked with the rotting smell of pits coming from him. "That darn disease." He covered my mouth before looking at Burr. "She might have a mouth on her, but the chest -" He used his free hand to motion around my boobs without touching them because he knows I'll cut his hand off. "- just as perky as they get."

I growled in his hand as 10k walked away and followed this brunette that's been staring at us since we got here. I stomped on Sketchy's foot before twisting his arm around and held his wrist the other way. Not enough to actually pop a bone in place, but one wrong move he's gonna have two left hands.

"Make one more comment about my boobs and the next thing I cut off his your tongue," I snapped. I pushed Sketchy away from me before following 10k and the girl. I was halfway when I realize maybe not going where they are is a good idea. I walked around the house and pulled out my gun when I saw the brunette cocking hers behind 10k's head.

"Give me one reason," she said. "I don't need much. This world will not miss you."

I went behind her and placed my gun behind her head, unlike her, I'm using one hand instead of two to steady my arm. "Funny, I was gonna say the same about you," I replied.

"I'm not afraid of adding more bodies to that wheel," she retorted.

"I'm faster than you," I snapped back. "I bet I could pull this trigger quicker and blow your brains out now." 10k looked at me wide-eyed and started shaking his head. I'm not listening to him. This bitch is the one who pulled the gun on him first.

"You two didn't mind doing the devil's work so long it benefits you. Luring all those men into your truck. That all sits right with you folk?"

I rolled my eyes. "Lady, you really are stupid. We didn't even kill those men, you stupid bitch."

"Ry," 10k scolded me.

The girl scoffed. "So you can talk know, huh?"

"We stole that truck," 10k explained. "We didn't know what was in the back. We had nothing to do with capturing those zombies. Our friends -"

"His friends," I corrected.

"-they're all right. They just - they like to tell stories."

I tilted my head to the side. "It's not really stories. More like bull shit that keeps coming out of their mouths." I glared at the girl, my hand not lowering my gun. "Look, those two idiots out there...I don't give a rats ass what happens to them. They're nothing but a bunch of creepy, perverted, conman." Sketchy more than Skeezy. "We were part of another group. We were transporting 'The Murphy' to California."

"You two met The Murphy?" the chick asked but I could tell she didn't believe us. "What's he like?"

"He's a jerk," 10k answered. "But the rest of them, they were good people. We were trying to save the world." The brunette glanced at me. "Her, too."

The girl sighed before she lowered her weapon. "Where are they now?"

"We were heading south of the river," I began. 10k motioned to my gun. I rolled my eyes before putting it in my hoister. "Unfortunately, for us, we hit a zombie jam. 10k and I swam ashore, but...we got stuck with Beevus and Butthead."

"We were headed to the Gortner Bridge," 10k continued. "If they're alive, that's where they'll be."

"You think they'll wait for you?" the girl asked. Well, my godfather is with them, so his ass better be waiting for us.

"I know Doc wouldn't leave me. He'd...He'd think of something."

"And my godfather screwed up leaving me before. I doubt he's gonna do it again," I commented.

The girl let out a breath. "I had a husband." Shocker. "Well, second husband actually." Double shocker. "In this world that's all you need, just one other person. That's reason enough." She motioned her head to the scrawny Z. "He's on that wheel over there. In purgatory."

"I know what it's like to see somebody you care about and know that they need mercy," 10k said. That's when my annoyed face faltered. Damn, Cassandra for plaguing my mind. We might not have liked each other, but she was still important to 10k. I looked towards my hands as I imagined her blood on them after we buried her. "But...actually doing it..." I could feel 10k's gaze on me. "It was a tough call to make...especially since they were hurting someone else I care about."

"Well..." the girl paused for a minute before she took the moonshine from 10k, "...this whole town is wicked. I came here with two thoughts in my mind. To release the man I love and put him in his rightful place. And to watch this town burn."

I would have commented about helping her burning this place to the ground but my mind kept going back to my fight with Cassandra. Her hands around my throat, squeezing the life out of me. I would have been dead if 10k didn't rescue me. I wonder what would happen if I did die that day? Would I have been given mercy?

My thoughts were cut short when I heard the Three Stooges laughing near us. They came to our view, laughing about something stupid.

"Hey, Renfield!" Sketchy called 10k."If things don't work out between you and Barbara -" he pointed at Burr, "- I found your second future ex-wife!" The three started laughing again. Ooh, I'm itching to grab my pistol and shoot all three idiots. Sketchy noticed my glare and glanced at his invisible watch. "Oh, I think it's about time we took off."

Buzz brought Sketchy back as he was about to walk off. "I need to make a call," he said.

What kind of call?

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I waited impatiently with 10k and the idiots as Burr decided to call an emergency town meeting. I leaned back against my chair with a bored look on my face as Burr was pacing back and forth nervously. He ran around the building and took a quick look. I could see him shit his pants before he tried to recompose himself.

"Court is in session," Buzz said. "The honorable Judge Escorpion presiding."

I froze in my seat. My annoyance became anger as I clenched my hand into a fist. "Escorpion," I sneered as I sat up straight. I reached for my gun. 10k's hand grabbed my wrist and shook his head violently before he took his bandana off.

"Quick, put this on," he muttered as he wrapped it over my head. Escorpion hates me just as much as he hates Vasquez. He almost beat me to death if it wasn't for Warren and them. 10k looked behind and leaned forward and grabbed the scarf from one of the girls. "Can we borrow this? Thanks."

He wrapped the gray scarf around me and made sure the only thing showing was my eyes. Escporpion walked in front of the crowd. His gaze landing on us. I felt my glare intensifying, my blood boiling. I dug my nails into my palms to stop myself from shooting the guy. Escorpion walked up to the make-shift stage that held a since chair in the middle. Burr sat on the stairs, cowardly in fear like a pussy he is. Two Zeros stood next to him on stage, guns ready to fire at command.

"These fools stand accused of grand larceny, willful deception, and fraud," Escorpion opened with. "In case you were wondering -" No, we weren't, "- I almost broke 80 today. Not only did you steal from Mr. Burr, you stole from the Zeros." I bit my tongue so I wouldn't comment on anything. I would have snapped and told the guy to piss off. Especially what he did to Vasquez. "And you robbed me of the greatest golf game of my life." Oh, boo whoo, you and your stupid fucking golf game. "How do you feel about that?"

10k grabbed my hand and gave it a small squeeze that tells me not to say anything. I glared at Escorpion from my seat as I glanced at each Zero. It was three Zeros but if I'm fast enough, and people don't do anything stupid, I could take them out. I just need my sniper and hide on the roof so I could pull the trigger.

Sketchy brought in the fake waterworks. "It's disappointing," he cried.

"Will you be acting as your own counsel?" Escorpion asked. Hell no!

Sketchy cleared his throat before standing up. "Uh, I will, your honor." Honor, my ass!

"How do each of you plead?"

"Guilty." Really?! Now he decides to tell the truth? "With...an explanation." Ok, I guess not.

This big guy stood up. "Objection," he cut in. "This man is a liar and a thief."

"Overruled," Escorpion said.

"Damn," the man said before sitting down. I shot the guy an annoyed look.

Escorpion nodded at Sketchy. "Please continue."

Sketchy fixed his coat before he turned to his audience. He let out a breath before saying, "The path to truth, it's not a straight line. It's squiggly."

I rolled my eyes. "You've got to be kidding me," I muttered under my breath. Escorpion glanced at me for a solid minute before paying attention back to the dumbass.

"One man's truth is another man's fallacy. And heretofore within...bear with me here. I am reminded of...the case of Dred Scott v. the City of Sacramento. We all remember that one, right?" Again, you've got to be shitting me?! "I mean, who doesn't? Or...Terry Bradshaw v. the State of Oklahoma? Hello? Ring a bell?" That's fucking bullshit! My history might be a bit foggy but I know damn well that those cases aren't related! Those aren't even the right cases! In fact, they're not even related to our trial whatsoever!

The big guy sat up again. "Objection!"

Escorpion brought his gun up and shot it to the sky. He brought it down and pointed at the big guy. "Stop interrupting," he threatened.

Sketchy cleared his throat. "See, it's not my job to educate you on legal precedents. That could take all day," he began again. Oh, please, like you're educated yourself. "But it is my job to illustrate just how the accusers have attempted to defame and slander myself and my clients by executing some kind of fancy flea-flicker on the fine citizens of this great town. I don't believe in the hidden ball trick." Sketchy pointed to the big guy. "Like these guys. Now, if I'm going up against an opponent, I'm going right down the middle. He's gonna see me coming, by God because I like my steak rare!"

The crowd started cheering with him. I leaned closer to 10k, with an annoyed look on my face.

"What's the point in him talking?" I asked.

"I...don't know," he answered.

"I like my whiskey straight up!" Sketchy began ranting again. "I like my cars fast and my women rough!" Oh, like he could get anything better than a prostitute. "I'm an American." He pointed at Escorpion. "North American. And I don't apologize for that! I put my pants on one leg at a time, thank you very much!

Skeezy started clapping for his friend, which got everyone riled up. 10k and I exchanged a confused glance. How the hell is this working? Did we stumble into a town where the IQ is lower than theirs?

"America!" Skeezy cheered.

I let out a loud annoying groan before I leaned my head on 10k's shoulder. And I thought Escorpion beating me was bad.

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A/N: History wasn't my best subject in school...as in I barely passed, but I'm like 40% sure I was right about Sketchy being wrong about the cases.