|Summary|
A deadly rabies virus has begun to spread throughout the quiet little mountain town of South Park, turning everyone who came in contact into rabid 'zombies'. But is this virus more than what it seems? In order to contain the virus at its source and keep it from spreading, all of Denver is destined to be quarantined. Join our boys as they part-take in one of their most dangerous and horrific adventures, ever.
Will they be able to survive and escape the quarantine?
Or will they perish together trying?
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the fanfic itself.
Inspiration(s): South Park, L4D2, H.O.T.D., and some WWZ.
Rated M: Blood/Gore|Violence|Language|Sexual Themes (in later chapters).
Note: All main characters are ages 16 to 17.
Death 4 South Park
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On the Roof
Chapter 1
[DAY 1]
Eric Cartman has always found the roof of the school's building to be the most tranquil location for when he wished to be alone with his thoughts. For this particular reason, he befriended one the school's wacky janitor.; He wanted the privilege of staying up there for as long as he pleased; and all it costed him was a picture of his mom's boobs. Course, they weren't really his mother's boobs. Cartman, albeit he'd never admit it, still respected his mom, in a sense. It was simply amazing what an old picture of his bare ass from fourth grade could accomplish. Yep, folks in this town were still stupid.
The school bell rang minutes ago, but the large teen didn't care. Cartman was really not in his best of moods to endure being in the same room as the flame haired Jew. Just the thought of it made him anxious.
Cartman releases a frustrated stream of clear smoke into the air, while his cigarette clenching hand draped over the roof's edge. His head soon pivoted to rest over his bulky crossed arms; his gloved fingers loosening to release the finished cancer-stick. His placid seeming eyes of dark copper follow the falling cigarette as it disappears into the lake of freshly fallen snow that surrounded South Park High.
After years of playing football in both middle and high school, Cartman's so called 'fat' had long melted down into pure muscle. Though he still retained some of his pudginess in some areas, it was still seen as thick muscular mass. To this day, his 'friends' were clueless as to how the well known fatass of the group survived his years in sports to begin with. If Cartman had to be honest, it wasn't easy. But now he was practically a star jock; second to Stan Marsh perhaps. But even the dark haired teen was beginning to doubt his title as team captain the more Cartman grew in popularity. Albeit, his popularity was still from a negative perspective at times; Cartman had a reputation to uphold after all. He still liked being an egotistical asshole.
Surely enough though, Cartman outdid Stan in both size and strength; said hippie teen had gained a fair amount of height and muscle throughout the years. His physique matched the same lean structure as Kyle's, but with a much thicker torso and broader shoulders. Not to mention his legs got longer and firmer; but then, what do you expect from a quarterback? Cartman being the team's tight-end, had to watch over the damn hippie multiple times during their games. It was still no surprise as to why lots of girls admired the dark haired quarterback though. However, Stan's physical features were not the only things that had changed; so had his taste in clothing. Stan and Kyle's to be exact.
Both boys had ditched their hats a while back. Kyle no longer wanted to hide his jew-fro. If anything, he's learned to embrace his bright red radiant curls, and found that tight clothing appeared far more appealing to his slim build; not to mention the unintentional taste of others. Stan however, being the opposite, preferred slight baggy jeans and sport shirts, if not tank tops during the warm seasons.
As for Kenny McCormick, he too maintained a lean body build with some slight muscle mass. Although his masculine surpassed that of Kyle, Stan outmatched him when it came to proportions above the waist. However, even when Kenny surpassed both teens in height, Cartman, to their surprise, towered above them all. Also, after an encouraging lecture from Butters at the beginning of middle school, Kenny decided to no longer cover his 'handsome' face with that cursed hoodie. His parka was torn and tattered in some areas, yet was creatively held together by numerous patches here and there; generously donated by Butters himself. The parka didn't even have sleeves anymore; mainly due to Kyle hinting it may give the blonde more of an edge if he simply tore them off. So now, the once mumbling blonde, wore a dark gray thermal beneath his parka, with torn dark navy jeans, and finger-less black gloves. He even wore a couple of earrings in each ear.
Hoisting his thick arm up, Cartman now wielded a new cigarette. The massive brunette teen brought the new cancer-stick to his lips and inhaled a slow deep breath as more thoughts flooded his mind. He knew that Kyle would never admit it, but Cartman could always notice how jealous said temperamental redhead got when girls practically flocked around their hippie friend. How they gushed out their feelings, some more provocative than others. Cartman could see the deep endearing feelings the Jew held towards his 'super best friend'; of course, it would always be one-sided.
However, there was a bright side to Kyle's situation. Stan finally got over his obsession with Wendy Testaburger after catching her actually cheating on him with Thad Jarvis in middle school. Thad fucking Jarvis, of all people they met throughout their lives; even Cartman found that hysterical. But, since then, Stan decided it was officially over.
Kyle had never felt more proud for his super best friend. Especially since Stan didn't go through another annoying goth phase. Cartman swore if the hippie came to school dressed in black, he'd actually team up with Kenny to beat some sense into that drama queen; bad enough he announced himself going fucking vegan. But it also brought Cartman some satisfaction to know the hippie bitch wouldn't be antagonizing their group anymore. Of course, that was the least of Cartman's interests right now. For a while now, he has been noticing this strange foreign feeling growing inside of him. A feeling he just couldn't seem to shake off either.
In fact, it all began at the beginning of middle school when he saw Kyle without his stupid green hat for the first time in a very long time. Not to mention that ridiculously tight sweater and those skinny jeans, tightly hugging the redhead's perfectly lithe frame as he nonchalantly ambled towards them at the bus stop. It completely blew Cartman's mind; and Kenny screaming 'damn Kyle, can you get any hotter?' didn't help the situation. Ever since then, these strange feelings began to erupt from down below; which in truth, frightened the massive plump teen.
Tossing his second finished cigarette, the behemoth of a teen reached up to pull off his black ball cap from his head and dangled it over the ledge he's leaning against. He releases a smoke filled sigh as memories from when Butters spoke to him the previous day flooded his mind. He was starting to regret ever giving the skittish Hello Kitty loving blonde a ride home from school that day. But if Cartman had to be honest, Butters has always been there when Cartman most needed him. Said behemoth just couldn't believe it took him so long to realize what a true friend Butters was; he was like the little brother Cartman never thought he needed. As the memories invaded, Cartman's colossal hand tightened on the ball cap.
1 Day Earlier
"Hey Eric!"
Cartman shook his head after realizing he had been staring at the bright auburn haired Jew; who was currently talking to his hippy super best friend. 'Shit...hope he didn't see that,' he thought to himself as the quirky blonde climbed into his truck and sat in the passenger seat.
"Hey Butters," he replied with a placid tone. But then, something struck the behemoth of a teen as odd, which soon caused him to narrow his copper hued eyes towards the blonde. "Wait a sec, why am I giving you a ride again? You always ride with your faggy boyfriend, don't you?" He chuckles at the displeased expression the younger teen gives him. Butters has always been Cartman's main target of amusement, but all that started to die down once Cartman realized how prudent the skittish blonde turned out to be.
To this day, the boys still couldn't understand how Kenny got his grubby poor hands on a rundown 1983 Subaru wagon. But then, according to Kenny, his father had it collecting dust all these years by the house; claimed that he made a deal with his ol' man. If he can fix it, he can keep it; and by damn, that determined blonde managed to put that dust collecting piece of junk together by Sophomore year. Course, Cartman had them all beat, as usual. For his 16th birthday, Liane surprised them all, but mostly Cartman, with a bright red 1500 Dodge Ram; 2 door. Yeah, that was probably the best day of his life because the look on the Jew's jealous face was delicious. Apparently, even if your dad is a lawyer, cars don't come easy.
Butters releases a frustrated and turned away from the bulk teen before mumbling, "If you must know, Kenny and I...had a bit of a fight last night. So we're trying to cool things down with some distance today."
The tawny haired brute guffaws once again, "what you see in that poor piece of shit, I'll never know, Butters. The fact that you forgave him after the whole ninja star to the eyeball...which made you lose that eye, might I remind you...is still beyond me."
"He apologized repeatedly afterwards. Even went as far as saving up and buying me this cool Hello Kitty eye-patch. And please, like you're one to talk, Eric?" Retorted the Stotch boy.
Cartman immediately froze and sat in silence for a moment.
It took him a moment, but Butters soon regretted what he just said out loud. Butters' cotton gloved hands quickly motioned upwards in an attempt to muffle an audible 'gasp', which unfortunately still escaped the blonde's lips.
Tawny-colored brows furrowed together as copper-toned eyes narrowed. Pivoting his head to look at the now trembling blonde, Cartman practically bellowed coldly, "and...just what did you mean by that, Butters?"
Seeing no way out, Butters inhaled a shaken breath before deciding on an answer; a more serious expression now featuring on his normally 'cute' face. This was actually a side of the skittish blonde Cartman found himself familiarizing with, occasionally. It was rarely seen by anyone, because Butters was always the happy-go-lucky type of guy; so seeing this now admittedly made Cartman uncomfortable. More-so when Butters wore that eye-patch.
"Okay Eric, I'll be real with you. Don't think I haven't been noticing the way you've been looking at Kyle lately. It's been weeks...months even?" Butters made sure to keep his voice low, yet audible for only Cartman to hear; he knew Cartman loved nothing more than to have a 'good' reputation at school. As important as this was for Cartman to hear though, Butters respected that the last thing said behemoth wanted was for unwanted ears to hear as well. Especially when he knew what an angry Eric Cartman was capable of. After all, he did murder the Tenorman's, fed their remains to their only son, Scott Tenorman...and got away with it.
'If Eric is capable of getting away with that, then getting rid of unpopular me would be a walk in the park,' he thought while keeping his gaze averted from Cartman's heated one, 'I doubt anyone would even notice me missing...not even..Kenny?' They were grim thoughts indeed. Sheepishly, Butters looks back towards the bulk teen and nearly flinches in his seat when he's faced with a pugnaciously, murderous, scowl. Quickly, Butters raises his hands up in a defensive gesture, "Listen Eric, just...hear me out," he began, "I'm not trying to lecture you or anything, but don't you think this has gone on for far too long?"
The question took Cartman by surprise, to say the least. He could actually feel his anger slipping away, and slowly turning into uncertainty. Averting his gaze, he mumbles, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Yes, you do know what I'm talking about, Eric. What you feel inside when you're around Kyle, I feel it when I'm around Kenny. Why don't you for once, instead of ripping on him, try actually talking to him? Just a normal conversation, without any Jewish slander?" Butters communed; in truth, his words were more of a statement than a request. It was almost as if he was practically begging Cartman to try and get along with the Jewish redhead.
Silently, Cartman turned his head away. Despite trying his best to tune out the rest of Butters' meaningful suggestions, he could feel the blonde's hopeful smile and intense gaze burning into the back of his head. 'He's not going to fucking let up,' thought Cartman. Emitting an audible sigh, Cartman finally nods his head. "Fine. I'll...I'll try.." he mumbled out before finally turning the key to his truck's ignition and starting her up. Not saying another word, Cartman commenced to drive the blonde home. The ride was silent afterwards, and Cartman failed to notice the victorious grin Butters now wore across his face.
Present Day
Cartman inattentively releases a heated sigh before laying his head back onto his crossed arms. Was it even possible for him to try and be nice to the fiery redhead? Would the Jew even consider giving the wannabe-Nazi a chance? To be honest, he should know the answer to those questions. After all, years of degrading and belittling Kyle's people, giving him aids, ruining his chances of dating Nicole and Heidi back in elementary, and not to mention constantly making his life a living hell; it messed up all his chances. How could he ever come to hope that Kyle would even consider being with him?
'Wait...b-being with me?' he suddenly caught.
When exactly did he even start thinking of such things? Not to mention there was also that argument him and Kyle had earlier that morning; hence the reason for Cartman being on the roof in the first place. Irritation reaching its peak, Cartman shakes his head to clear all thoughts from his mind, before placing his ball-cap back on his head.
The chill in the snow-flake infested air was finally starting to get to him. "Time to head back in, I guess.." he grumbled mainly to himself. But just as the large teen was about to turn away to head back inside, something down below caught his attention. Arching a brow, Cartman leaned further onto the ledge to get a better look. But his curiosity disappointed him when copper colored eyes fixated on a strange man walking towards the school's entrance.
'Hm, never seen him around here before. Must be a new staff or something,' thought Cartman, as he continued to stare down at the ambulating man. For whatever reason, something just didn't feel right; he could feel it in the pit of his stomach. The man's skin looked pasty white, with hints of moldy, unfledged pigmentation. The man was even covered in multiple bruising and lacerations; some looking fresher than others. As Cartman continued to inspect, he could actually see the man was not walking at all; more like a convulsive stagger with each step. To put it blunt, the man simply looked messed up, from head to toe.
'Heh, probably some poor drunk bastard who had one hell of a night,' Cartman sneered inwardly as he quickly turned away from the ledge and headed inside. "This ought to be interesting," he said to himself as he descended down the stairs and made a beeline to the school's main entrance.
The bulk teenager left in such a hurry, he didn't even notice the thick drops of fresh blood trailing behind the staggering man; nor the soulless pale eyes staring into the blank abyss.
A lot of chapters will be going under some much needed construction.
New plots are being developed as well.
But still, I hope you all enjoy!
Chapter EDIT: 03/11/2019
