South Park in the Dark

They woke, hearts pounding again at the same time. Kyle looks to Stan, who looks to Kenny, who looks to Cartman crunching the last of the choc chip biscuits.

"CARTMAN!!" They all yell in unison. The crunching stops and Cartman slowly turns around and looks innocently at the three boys standing hands on hips glaring at him.

"That," Stan pinches the bridge of his nose, "was our last bag of cookies."
"Yeah!" Kenny steps forward, throwing his hands up in the air, "Now we're onto the low fat bags!"

Kyle shrugs. He doesn't eat high fat food anymore. There was a crash all of a sudden, coming from behind the door. Kenny stands forward, in front of Kyle who is whimpering on the floor, and Stan grabs a gun and aimed it at the door. Cartman drops the empty packet of cookies and grabs a machete and his tatty Clyde Frog toy. The only noise that can be heard is the pounding of hearts, the ragged breathing and the heavy footsteps that are approaching the door.

It began on New Year's Eve, the beginning of 2010. Stan, Kyle, Kenny and Cartman were gathered around talking at Craig's totally sweet bash. Butters was going crazy, and singing off key to Survivor. Clyde was making out with someone on the stairs, and every time somebody went to the bathroom they'd trip over him. Yeah, it was the perfect party that sixteen year old kids should be going to. The countdown was in an hour, and everyone at the party gathered round Craig's pool to reminisce the year just past-2009.
Bebe took hold of the microphone, and blushed.

"This year, I started going out with Damien," there were cat calls and whistles all round, as Bebe giggled and blushed. Kyle scowled. He was in love with Bebe, he had been for years now but what could he do against the son of the devil? The microphone is passed to Craig.

"Well, hosting this sweet New Year's party. And spray-painting the side of the church." He high fived Damien and the microphone was passed to Stan.

"I am the quarterback for the South Park Cows," he looked boredly around, "And got back together with my girlfriend Wendy." The mic was passed on to Cartman.

"I finally sewed Clyde Frog's head to his body," He glared at Kyle, "And snuck into an R rated movie, stole Kyle's shoes, hid Kyle's mother's shoes, did an apple juice fart in Kyle's dad's hat..." The microphone is snatched away, and given to Kenny.

"Well, I became a pimp and slutted it up in NYC." Everyone stared at him. After Clyde telling everyone about his house being aired for termites and Butters saying how he pre-recorded techno My Heart Will Go On with Celine Dion, not to mention Token meeting Terrence and Phillip it was one minute to midnight. Craig had a huge cuckoo clock rigged above the pool, and it was decided that when the clock struck midnight they would all jump in. The music was pumping, the beat so loud and strong and everyone turned to face the clock. The TV had the volume down, but was showing an evening report in the background. The newsreader was showing footage of someone walking with a limp, then the screen buzzed dead.

"Five," Stan snaked his arm around Wendy's waist.

"Four," Kenny lit a cigarette, and Kyle grabbed it and threw it in the pool, scowling disapprovingly.

"Three," Cartman had sneaked away from the crowd and was finishing off the leftover 2010 cheesecake.

"Two," Bebe took off her top, and Kyle blushed.

"One," Everyone gathered around the pool.

"HAPPY NEW YEAR!" There was an ear-splitting splash as eighty people or so hit the water. It was crowded, and people were screaming and laughing and hugging and kissing. Kyle sighed. This year would just bring more pain and suffering. Stan kissed Wendy, and Kenny lit up another cigarette. Cartman shoved candy bars from the snack table into his pockets, and the cuckoo bird squawked its tenth squawk.

Meanwhile...

"Ow... It bit me."

"What?! Are you serious?"

"Y-yeah..."

The man in the black suit secured the cage door and walked gingerly over to the man with the black sunglasses.

"You're going to turn into one of them any minute, and there's no antidote!"
"Why didn't you develop one?!"

"Because, there's never an antidote in the movies. And you're victim number one. You'll be the one to unleash terror and spread the virus like in the movies... that's why I'm locking you up."
"What?! In the cage with that... that monstrosity?!"

"You'll be just like him soon."

"Why did we create this virus?"

"We are new recruits to the military, we were bored, and wanted to create a stereotypical horror situation."

"But did you have to inject our supervisor with the disease?"
"He was a prick." Suddenly, black sunglasses drooped to the floor.

"Tony! Tony, can you hear me?" The sunglasses fell off, revealing glazed over eyes.

"NOOOO!!!!" Black suit turned away biting his fist. Then he ran over to Tony and began to drag him near the cage where his supervisor was moaning chained to the wall. But Tony was heavy, and before they got to the cage Tony's dead eyes flashed blue, and his mouth opened.

"Oh god," black suit dropped Tony, and raced to the computer.

"Computer, where's the nearest town?"

Tony dragged himself to his feet, and, moaning made his way slowly to black suit.

"Beep, South Park," the computer replied.

As Tony came closer, and black suit backed away to the iron door, he whispered, "They're all doomed..."