Mickey switched cars at the warehouse. He drove his 2020 Lexus. The ride was silent. "That shit don't make sense."
Truls looked out the window. The vampires of 38007, weren't heavily seen. It was different hood in the area, they didn't go back and forth like vamps from the coast. "11,395." said Mickey. He made a left turn. "11,395."
"Yeah..."
"Elevan... thousand," he came to a stop light. He looked at Truls who faced the window. "Elevan thousand, because you know numbers have place value. So, after the thousands you have the hundreds place. For you to have a hundred, you need TWO zeros." he yelled. "Elevan thousand, three hundred and ninety fucking five. Excuse my English. Fucking isn't a place value."
"Mickey shut up..."
"NIGGA YOU CAN"T REACH A THOUSAND!"
Truls rolled his eyes. "Cheat system..." he pulled off. He could have gone minutes ago but with all the anger, the light just exist.
"It's the total count." said Truls. "Are you fucking with me. I just explained this shit." Mickey fumed. "You need zeros. Listen," he started pulling the seatbelt for no reason. "Zero don't have value, therefore you have to add alue to it and that means the number have to go up. When people die, they up and down. In between is purgatory and that means you don't go any fucking where."
"It's the total count."
"I've been outside of bounds, I have but 11,395. Is a number I don't believe in." he looked at Truls then the road. "We live in fucking Tennessee, this is Dyer County."
"That's on the otherside, Mickey."
"I go outside sometime, and guess what?"
"What?"
"People don't live over there. I go to Memphis, I got cousins, I go to Nashville, Knoxville, places people don't even talk about. You missing my point."
"Explain it..." he leaned against the window. "WE LIVE IN FUCKING TENNESSEE!"
"This realm is Reef Frye. Just because you hate being here don't mean anything. You met quota."
"You not hearing me!"
"Don't get loud. Take my ass home so you crash into something. Admit we under--"
"Above!"
"Under..."
"Above!"
"Take my ass home." Truls gestured to the road. Mickey inhaled and exhaled deeply. He smacked the wheel, escaped the car, and scotched the road with a fiery breath. "FUCK!"
"Take me home..."
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Truls had a good house. He stole it, but nonetheless good. Outside the realm, he lived in Hidden Alpraham Rd, Hendersonville.
The building shaped like an L. The extension extends into overgrown wooden overhanging panels circling around half the house. The roof covered with red ceramic tiles. Two large chimneys sit at either side of the house. The house itself is surrounded by paved ground, with a small pond at one side.
This bitch was a red house. He stole a red house. Following his own morals, this home was enough. The people that lived in previously were Vennie Fowler. He was 40 years old and had the occupation of a construction worker. Vennie liked jacking off to Hentai as he grew bored of regular porn and even chatted with a 16 year old from pornhub, who lied about their age.
He knocked on the door and the girl named Dimona answered. At first he assumed it was his daughter; it was not.
Beforehand he busted out all the windows of BMW to lure the nigga outside. He also took the girl because she was stupid enough to go into a grown man's house for sexual activity.
They were both dead and decided to be a landlord. "Eliana!" he called out as he entered the house. "Bring me my pajamas." he put his coat on the rack near the door.
A zombie came to the stair top with his pjs and fell forward. "I'm sick of yo's dumb ass falling." he picked up his coat and kicked the zombie of a white woman with blue earrings. "Damn. Lommy!" he called the second hostage. "Make me a sandwich."
Truls went upstairs, put on his pjs and gathered in bed. He turned on the TV and was given a sandwich by Lommy Johnson.
Lommy was a nickname because the man's name was Lombard Johnson. He had little eyes and a big forehead. Black hair with a bald spot in the back of his cranium. Lommy could talk unlike Eliana.
He rented out the place and Eliana gave up the full price of 9279 dollars. She called Truls, who lied and said his name was Keegan Heath, and fixed a broken sink.
Eliana asked if this was regular thing. He lied, again, "It happens a few times. But I keep fixing it." he said. "Well, could I have the sink replaced?" she asked politely and Truls, Keegan, said it would run up her insurance.
"How much would that be?"
"730." he said. "Oh, I can pay that."
"Really?" he crossed his arms. "Yep, see, I won the lottery."
"Shit... really?" his heart fluttered. "How much?"
"A million. I've had bad luck all through my life. I had miscarriage, I got into an accident, my favorite grandma died--" he didn't care and he shot her. He took all the money and her very fucking soul.
Now Lombard was cheating on his girlfriend and loved anal. He watched the scrawny white man insert his lucky seven inches in to the crack of a white woman's behind.
His girlfriend, Robyn had absolutely no ass but he had fun either way. And that, was the definition of love.
But again he had anal with another person and claimed, he was Jewish and sex in the butt wasn't considered cheating.
He died for refusing to pay rent.