The stench of copper and gunpowder was thick and overwhelming. Yet gunfire was yet to cease, with deafening shouting of panicked orders from high ranked soldiers one way and gunfire being blasted the other. One of the main streets of South Park, a once semi-bustling stretch of rural living, now reduced to chaos, bloodshed and mayhem. Soldiers at either end of the boulevard were firing down to the other, hoping to claim the valued main road as friendly territory for their side.
Kenny was questioning his own safety up on the second floor in a now crumbling dilapidated bakery on said street, wondering if at any second it would crumble to dust beneath him or if a squad of soldiers from either faction would see him and mistake him for an enemy. It was a harrowing thought, but he couldn't act on his instinct to up and run as moving from his position would give away his location or the sudden quick shift of weight would cause the floor to give way, almost lost a leg from trying to get into position. If he was going to move he'd have to move out the window and climb down onto the street, which in the center of the heated carnage would end with a bullet between, well everywhere knowing his own luck, and he could back this thought up with the man he saw who already attempted to make a break for it, Kenny looked to where he ended up for a reminder, man ended up mince meat from missile gone rogue. Should he move out he'd probably be met with a similar fate, being gunned down, as it's difficult for to distinguish between an enemy soldier or a terrified civilian in the smoke and gunfire.
His fear slowly fades as the yelling and gunfire is replaced with a sudden, somehow more terrifying silence. Kenny gulped as he unsheathed a knife from his belt. Knowing full well that against a fully armed soldier, he would probably be bested in a head on duel.
"Don't wanna go with my tail between my legs." He kept telling himself in hushed tones to try and raise his confidence. Shouts from the street interrupted his confidence building and made his heart quicken into a panic, to then be immediately soothed from the realization that they were shouts of testosterone and pride from the soldiers victory, they appeared to be soldiers of the rebellion at a glance over the windowsill.
"Fuckin' assholes, wouldn't be caught dead wearing that uniform, " Kenny whispered, hoping his remarks weren't loud enough to travel onto the street. His resentment toward the rebellion was strong, those asswipes were the reason his town is more fucked up then usual, all because some dick-face in the white house was assassinated.
Kenny didn't know all the details, as it happened quick and everything went to hell quicker. He didn't just dislike this rebellion, he hated the government forces as well, yet out of the recent skirmish he found himself in, he would've preferred the government get the win, at least things would've been one step closer to what they would have been before this bullshit war.
As he waited for the foot soldiers of the 'civil' rebellion to pack up and roll out, Kenny had time to contemplate and reclaim his mind from the panic and adrenaline that had made him take refuge in a heavily damaged bakery while there was an almost intact sturdy post office next to him.
Putting a mental note to slap himself later, he slowly gazed out the window to see the fresh corpses that now litter the street and the remaining soldiers move off north. He took his chance. Kenny quickly vaulted the crumbling bakery wall and started climbing his way down. After almost falling off and bashing his skull against the concrete below. Kenny safely jumped down the sidewalk and swiftly moved for an alleyway across the street, after halfway of swift moving over the bodies of the street, he stumbled on a fallen soldiers arm and landed face first on a gun.
"Ow! Geez watch where you're going, dude" he dismissively said to the corpse, making himself feel better about not seeing the unmoving body. "A Springfield rifle? Must've been bring your gun to work day." Kenny mused, taking the gun his face fell flat on. "Thankfully dad has a gun just like this, mind if I borrow it? I know a thing or 2 about it so I could take care of it. Actually.. Dads rifle had a mark on the side of the chamber just like this one..does". As terror and worry engulfed Kenny, he turned to see his fears were met.
"Dad... no..". Falling to his knees to see the soldier he had tripped over, had been once his father, with a missing left side of his torso, smoked lungs and shattered ribs spilling out. Kenny knelt in disbelief, eyes watering. The man who raised him, who had taken him camping when he was 12, who took him out drinking last year when he was 17, now lay dead before his feet. Something clicked in Kenny's head. It was only now, after a day and a bit of being caught in an all out total civil war, of trying to find where his friends and family had scattered to in the first bomb run, that it was real; too real. Real enough to start thinking that more loved ones could be dead like his father. People like Stan, Kyle, his mother...Karen.
After this gut wrenching new grasp of the situation, Kenny picked up the rifle, strapped it around his shoulder, looted a pistol holder, a m1911 pistol and whatever ammo he knew of off other corpses. He looked down at his father one last time.
"I told you this rebellion shit wasn't a good idea, was it worth it?" Kenny chocked. " I need to find everyone.. I need to find Karen. I swear to God if she's been taken or...". Kenny refused to think that any fate similar to his father's could happen to her, but he knew he had to be quick and find her as fast as he can. Kenny then walked away from the bloody, battle torn street, away from his father's disembodied corpse; and began his search for other survivors.
Authors Note: Ahhh! A story! A story that i deemed alright enough to throw out here! Woag! Honestly I've been meaning to write a story for yonks now and for some reason i thought this one would be ok to submit.. Yeah i don't know either. Of all the ones I've written and thrown away, this one, a story about south park in a hellish civil war while people try and survive it made it through. Well none the less i hope it was decent to read, and that it was worth your time. I was gonna end it there, leaving Kenny walking away and for you to figure out what happens next but that's no fun. So even if its just one person reading this then hey that's enough popularity for me to keep writing...Hell even if that one person is me. So i guess expect the new chapter soonish, i thought id have it done by now, but y'know life, it be a bitch sometimes. So yeah! Reviews appreciated, even just to tell me its shite, that's how one learns...i suppose. But yeah first story and all so play nice alright? Hope to update soon! Have a good day!