So this may end up being a Crenny story, but I'll take requests/suggestions for the time being! I wasn't really sure in what parings to have, so I'll take your ideas!

Tip One: Get a car and get your ass out, before the soon to be 'luxuries' get taken.

Kenny's POV

It started with nightmares. I'd wake up, every night-3am to be exact. I would wake, sweating and shivering. I would yelp and cry out in pain, but I couldn't remember why. Every night I would dread, because of these brutal dreams I would have.

I never told anyone about them, because how could I? I would forget them in the morning. I had told Stan and Kyle about this problem, but they thought the same as me. We thought that because it had been happening for a few weeks, it was just a phase. I mean, my family had been getting really rough lately, with drugs and alcohol and the beatings had gotten worse. My parents would only abuse us and each other when they were out of their fucking mind, and that had been happening regularly.

I tried my hardest to remember these dreams, honest. But it was no fucking use. My memory would always go blank. It pissed me off. So I stuck to this all being a phase and all, and took some pills for it. Of course, they did no fucking use.

It wasn't until this one night, where I now know what these dreams were telling me. The message was that the world was pretty much done for. That's right, a fucking apocalypse.

Everyone who was stupid enough read the signs that something bad was going to happen. Not just to South Park, but for the world. We just didn't know what. There were talks about it being a nuclear war or a terrorist invasion or something, but we had got it all wrong.

So this is where it all started for me.

I was sitting on my bed, finishing off the third playboy magazine that night. I was gonna' get ready to jack it, but the sound of my sister charging through the door, whining and crying out, sorta put the mood out.

''Kenny, Kenny! Mom and Dad are going crazy!''

I awkwardly grabbed Karen as she came rushing through the room and hugged me. I reassured her, everything was fine. I assumed they had a bit too much to drink tonight and she got in the way again.

''No, their crazy! Dad spat blood at Mom and they started trying to bite each other, swear down!''

I rolled my eyes and let out a sigh. It sounded a bit strange, but I didn't really think anything of it. My parents sometimes had their kinky nights, especially on their anniversary, so I guessed they just got super horny or something.
''It's alright, Kare. They'll sort it out. Just stay in here with me for a while, okay? You'll be safe with me.''

She nodded and pushed herself into my chest. I suppose jacking off was definitely out of the question tonight. Shame. As much as I loved Karen, she was just so emotional. She still hadn't gotten use to the fact that our parents were abusive towards each other and us, too. Must have been a female thing.

Suddenly, my door slammed itself open once again, and in came the brother. He, surprisingly had a frantic expression on his face, which then made me think something was wrong. Kevin was never fully emotional. He got angry a lot and the only time I ever saw him happy was when he was high or drunk. But this was something new.

''Kenny.''
He pushed the door closed and barricaded it, by placing my wooden chair under the door handle. I noticed he was holding a baseball bat in his hand and a 1911 handgun tucked into the back of his jeans.

''Kev, what the fuck?''

He turned around to face us, before striding towards us in one quick manner.
''We need to get outta here.''

I rose an eyebrow questioningly, but he ignored my expression and moved towards the window, opening it.

''You should be able to carry her on your back.''

''What?''

''We don't have a lot of time, scoot.''

I carefully pushed Karen off of me and stood up.
''What do you mean? Kevin, what's going on, man?''

''It's Stewart. Him and Carol have gone mad.''

I pulled a face.
''So they had a couple of drinks? I've been very comfortable babying around in here and I don't wanna leave just because of som-''

''No, listen to me. Their.. insane.''

I continued to eye him, as he fixed the window wide open.
''In what way.''

He looked thoughtful for a moment, trying to put it into words, replying with,
''Rabid.''

''..Rabid.''
I repeated. I awaited for him to continue, but before he could, the door began to bang and blow against its hinges. There were eruptions of violent moans and screams, coming from the other side of the wood. I frowned in confusion, glancing between the door and my siblings.

''Y'see? It's like in those movie, Ken. The ones we weren't allowed to watch when we were kids?''

''Kev, what's going on? Why are they doing that?''
I felt Karen shiver, but I kept my attention on the door.

''Kenny. We have to go. Don't let her see what I saw.''

I seriously wanted to know what the fuck was going on, but part of me didn't want to see what was behind that door.

''I'll meet y' down there. Oh, and take this.''

I glanced at my brother, as I received the baseball bat he was holding. I stared at it for a moment, before the door bought back my attention. The wood was slowly breaking through, but not enough to see my parents' faces. I heard some sort of shuffling coming from the window, so I assumed Kevin was getting ready to jump.

I felt my arm tug by my little sister and she asked me if we were leaving. I could tell she was frightened. She had seen many bad things in her life, which was partly my fault. I wasn't a great influence, but then again, neither were any of our family. Me and Kev took care of Karen, but he wasn't with it half of the time.

About a year ago he just started getting clean. Well I say clean, what I mean is, is that his shakes calmed down and he wasn't doing as much crack. There was a time where he had gotten really bad. He had been in prison multiple of times. But the longest he had stayed in, was only 5 months. And you know what? I didn't even know what for. He never told me the reasons.

I was there for her more than he was, but I was still a pain in the ass. I smoked, got high, got drunk now and then. I wasn't what you call 'sensible', but I could multitask. I wasn't really that different from being myself and having some substance roaming in my body. But anyways, Kev and I were never really great at taking care of Karen, but we did what we could. Better than our fucking parents anyhow.

I took a step back and looked out the window. It wasn't until I heard random outbursts of screams, coming from the street, that I knew something was definitely wrong. I saw my brother sorting himself out down below near a bush. He gave me a wave, so I turned towards Karen and bent down to her level.

''Listen here, Kare. I'm gonna' put y' on my back, okay? Y' gotta' hold on real tight now, because I won't be able to hold you.''

''You don't have to treat me like some five year old, I know what to do. Jus' like when we were kids, yeah?''

No matter how old she got, she was always my little sister.

She nodded and leaped onto my back. I hung one leg out of the window and planned out how the hell I was gonna' get down. It was then, the hinges holding the door had broken off and the chair had shattered in two.

I immediately snapped my head towards the door and froze. Through the pieces of cracked wood I could just about manage to see them.

My Dad's bloodshot eyes were like dirty pools of milk. His hat had been ripped off, and his cheek looked like it had been stabbed. His mouth twitched, drooling with blood. I had never seen anything more morbid. And I had seen a lot of fucked up things in my lifetime. Believe me.

Mom was the same. Her top had been torn, showing a bare shoulder. Half of her jaw had been frayed, spilling out constant spits of blood. I had never seen them want anything more than getting through that door. Their arms were in a world of their own, shoving themselves through the frame. Finger nails stained with dirt and dried blood.

I had never studied anything so fucking much.

As soon as that door had broken through, I knew there was no time to wait around. I made sure Karen's head was tucked into the back of my neck, just so she wouldn't see the horrifying look of our parents.

Not that they didn't normally look fucking stupid anyways.

''Hold on tight, girl.''

I pulled myself onto the gutter and slowly, but swiftly slid down, using my hands and feet. I had done this sort of thing before back when I was playing Mysterion. I had mastered the ways of getting up and down buildings, just by using my arms and legs. I had learnt some free running as well when growing up (I wasn't great at it mind you), so getting away from the cops and gangs wasn't really a big deal.

I eventually got down successfully, despite having to carry the excess weight of my sister and Kevin's old bat.

I hadn't carried Karen like that since forever, I never realised how much she had grown until now.

''Took y' fuckin' time, Ken.''

I interrupted his statement and asked monotonously,
''Where are we going.''

''I don't know.''

Karen jumped down and brushed herself off. We followed the eldest sibling as he walked along the side of the house. I looked back up at the window, but the only thing I was able to see was the dull bedroom light.

''What do we do now?''

''I don't know.''

''Fuckin' great you are.''

We reached the end of the house to see the look of destruction roaming in the street. Fire, gun shots, screams, car horns, dogs barking. Practically everything that could make a riot was happening. The three of us stared at the eradication that was taking place.

''Shit.''

''..Fuck.''
We were both thinking the same thing. This was definitely something that was not in my league. We have had armed troops and protests in South Park before, but nothing like this.

''That's our friends. Our town.''
I stupidly looked at him for answers, but obviously got nothing.

''I know.''

'Kevin. This is serious!''

''I know.''

''K-Kenny.''
I felt Karen tug at my arm, but I shook it off.

''Do you think it's happening everywhere else?''

''I don't fuckin' know.''

''Well how did you know something was wrong with Mom and Dad?''

He turned towards me and sighed in annoyance.
''Because I saw it happen earlier.''

''Uh, guys?''
I ignored her again and took a step forward, towards the path. I tried to work out which was the best way to go.
''With who?''

I heard him mutter something about it not mattering, so I then pushed another question onto him.
''When did this start?''

''I don't fuckin' know, Kenny! I know just about as much as you do, so unless you have some fuckin' useful advice to give, I suggest you shut the fuck up and help me find a motherfuckin' plan!''

My eye twitched. I was such an annoying asshole when it came to wanting answers.

''Nngh, Kenny!''
I heard Karen's voice cry out from behind me, following by a yelp, which made both of mine and Kevin's heads turn to see two figures reaching out and trying to grab at her. It looked a splitting image of what had happened upstairs with my parents.

''The fuck?!''
I lifted up the baseball bat and told Karen to duck. As she did, I took a heavy swing for one of the figures. I aimed for the head, because with what these guys looked liked, I sorta knew what to do. It was weird, I always thought an apocalypse like this was just stuff in the movies, but looking at the long term evidence of the build up to something like this happening, it had was quite believable.

The hard wood smashed against the head, causing the brain to explode from behind. The cold blood spurted towards me, staining my pale skin and even my orange fucking parka. I did the same with the other 'walker' and rammed it's head into the near by wall. I whacked their heads several times, just to make sure I had got them good. God it felt good.

I turned towards Karen and made sure she was okay.

''If that happens again, shout walker. Just so we know, okay?''
I kinda liked the word walker. It reminded me of some of the zombie flicks I used to watch with my friends.

For me, I always wanted something like this to happen. It meant that I could never go to school ever again. It meant I could kill the people I didn't like and get away with it. Mind you, there wasn't many people I didn't like, but being able to commit murder was just something that sparked my interest. It would release a lot of tension. The only problem I had, was looking after my sister. If I was on my own, everything would be easier. I would stick to being alone and hop from one place to the next. But having Karen meant responsibility. I hated that shit. Looking after myself was already bad enough.

''Keep that up and I won't need to use this.''
I realised that he had my back by the position he was holding the gun. I suppose using as little bullets as possible was better. I panted and gave him a nod, before taking the lead in front.

''We need to get Karen somewhere safe.''

''We need a car, that's what we need.''
I silently agreed and observed the way he smashed Dad's truck window with his elbow. He unlocked the doors and the three of us quickly jumped in. I insisted to drive, because lets face it, I was a much better driver than Kev was. We didn't exactly have the keys, but Hot-wiring a car was simple shit for the McCormicks.

I stepped on the gas and sped down the road, trying to avoid all possible obstacles.

We drove past many beggers. I was tempted to stop and help, but Kevin was too stubborn to save other people in this town. He didn't want them to slow us down anymore than we already were. I took that he was hinting that about Karen. She wasn't exactly helpful. Don't get me wrong, I loved my sister and would do anything in my will to protect her. But I suppose she could have been a bit of a drag. I wouldn't have ever told her that though.

I asked which way we were heading and he told me east. Of course I asked why, but he replied with something like 'We can head for the country, but going pass Denver means better weapons and supplies. If we get there in time, we may just get the stock.' It was as if he had planned it for a long time already. To be fair, I think everyone thinks about fantasies like this once in a while. But I agreed otherwise and headed out.

We were just about to drive past the 'Thank You For Staying At South Park, Have A Safe Journey' sign, but I didn't realise the on coming van that was speeding at stupid miles an hour to the left of us. The impact was incredible. I felt my body being ripped from my seat and thrown onto the hard concrete. I hit my head hard. I tried to keep myself conscious and I did an okay job for what had happened. I could just about hear a long, high-pitched screech calling my name, which I suggested was from Karen. I opened my eyes but failed to keep them there. My vision blurred and I soon felt my conscience being pulled away from my body.

Safe journey my ass.

Dying was no problem, it was just that if I came back as the undead, then that would have caused mayhem. I had to remember to tell Kev and Karen that later. To kill me if I come back as on of them. They would never believe me if I told them I was immortal, though. But I had to remember to tell them. That's if I would be able to find them after I wake back up later.

Perhaps when I do wake back up, I could hang around a while. See who was dead and who wasn't. Fuck, what would I do if I found out all my friends were dead?! Stan, Kyle, Cartman?

I hope to fucking God, they had sense.

Okay, so Kenny is supposed to be about 17, Kevin 20 and Karen is about 12. I know shes only about 2 or 3 years younger than Kenny but idk, i made her younger eheh - and of course her siblings baby her, because she's so innocent