Authors Note: Don't worry I hate authors notes to and I promise you this will be the only one ^_^

Can't believe I'm finally posting this… I've been rewriting this same chapter over and over again for months 'cause I just can't get it right. But it's been annoying me a lot recently and I've decided to give up on it and start the actual story.

Anyways… I just want to point out that I don't have a beta at the moment and that I'm also Australian so some of the words are wrong because I suck at spelling and others might just appear wrong because I write the Australian way like Mum instead of Mom and adding an extra 'u' into colour so please feel free to point out my mistakes…

The other thing is that this story is going to involve a lot of other South Park characters. I really want feed back from everyone who actually bothers to read this about who your favourite character is so I can throw them into the mix.

I am known for being an extremely lazy person so I could be a while between updates feel free to yell at me and pressure me into writing the next chapter because I am currently not attending school and don't have a job meaning no life for me… I do have time but as I said I am an extremely lazy person. .

Anyways, I think that is about it. I really don't know where this story is going at all so it should be a fun ride for everyone involved. Love hearing from people weather it be good or bad…I'll shut up, enjoy. 3

Okay…

Jeese now that I actually have this responsibility I have no idea what to write…

Butters keeps telling me to start from the beginning but Cartman keeps saying that is boring and I should start in the middle and fill in the details as I go through but hey I managed to write that Scientology book back in 4th grade so I should be able to write this god damn story, god if only it was just a story.

Okay here it goes.

It started as just rumours, tiny little bits and pieces of information that were disorientated until they sounded more like garble then actual fact but then it actually began happening, not in South Park but in a few places surrounding us. Just a small little virus that was as harmful as a mosquitos bite and that is what people thought they were.

They were just tiny red lumps that formed on your skin but didn't do anything; they just sat there so people ignored them. The virus slowly began to mutate and the media caught on. People had blood dripping from these tiny lumps and anyone who came into contact with that blood would be infected within a day.

The reports on the news said that only a small portion of the actual population was infected and it seemed to be staying in the same place. Media attention died down and the virus mutated again, not only were the welts forming into sores that bleed no matter what you did to them the blood was also coming from other orifices, ears, noses and tear ducts. The infected would walk the street covered in blood trying to find anyone willing to help. By the time the blood began coming from the pores in peoples' skin the virus had become airborne and of corse that is when it arrived at South Park.

It probably would have stayed away if it hadn't been for one child, my life long friend, Kenny McCormick. He always had the worst luck and it was him that first contracted it. He went home that day complaining of a headache and muscle pains but I could see the blood stains soaking through his dull orange parker. Within two days his family was affected and within a fortnight half the town had it including my mother.

And then came the raids. The government came in huge trucks wearing these strange plastic blue jumpsuits. They would walk into your house, line up your family and take anyone showing any signs of contamination.

The people of South Park began to panic; most left, searching for some place that was 'safe' and this included my father. He took Shelly and ran. I stayed behind to help my best friend Kyle look after his baby brother after their parents were taken.

Together we watched the fall of society, the media continued to cover the stories for almost a year as the government fell apart and life as we knew it was ripped from under us.

Then at 2:43 pm on the 19th of May 2013 the power finally went off. I will never forget that day or that time that is frozen of every singe clock that you look at. We had been waiting for that day since it all began; it was like the day the power went off would be the day the world ended. We finally had nothing left. No more food was transported in which ment you could trust no one.

The three of us continued to live in Kyle's home for another month, surviving off the food that was left in his house and the few houses next door before Ike got sick... We thought we were actually going to make it, we did, but it hit so suddenly. One day he was sneaking though the window of the house up the street and the next he was laying his own bed covered in blood. Kyle and I promised to stay with him up until he took his last breath only he didn't. The infection got worse and worse and yet he continued to be the same Ike we had always known. It was ripping Kyle apart. When our parents were taken he was the strong one, he has always been the strong one, the three of us would sit on the lounge and Ike and I would cry into his shoulders, to scared to face what was going on outside but he would sit there with this confident look on his face and tell us that everything was going to be alright. But seeing his baby brother like that broke something inside him. He would stay strong for Ike but as soon as we left his room he would break down and become this sobbing mess. Ike lived with the infection for three weeks and two days and we watched as his body rotted away, he watched as his body rotted away, into something unrecognisable. His eyes became rotten black balls rolling around in their sockets, his hair became a tangled mess of dried blood, his tongue rotted away in his mouth causing blood to drip down his chin and infect his chest and stomach leaving gaping holes in his skin which bleed endlessly. His skin darkened under the constant cover of blood. He became a continuously rotting corps.

When we were alone I spoke to him about the things he refused to tell Kyle, he told me he wasn't actually in pain. He explained it so well but I can't remember his words, it was something along the line of when you get a pain killer needle, how you can't fell the pain but you can still feel it. He could feel his own flesh rotting away. One day, when Kyle was out gathering food he called me into his room and begged me to end it. The only reason he had keep going was because he wanted to protect Kyle but he could tell that him being alive was doing more harm then good.

God this is so hard to write… Cartman is calling me a pussy now but I have every right to cry.

So Ike told me he was loosing himself, like something was crushing his humanity. The infection wasn't killing him, it was changing him.

I will never regret what I did, never. I didn't do it for me or for Kyle, I did it for Ike. I sat there with him and watched the life go out of his eyes. I saw the look of peace that passed over him after so long of waiting. He went to a better place and I will never regret that, the only thing I regret is not letting Kyle see how he pleaded for it, how he begged for it to end.

Kyle walked in on me holding the bloody knife I had just used to help Ike.

I haven't seen Kyle in two years, the others think he is gone, probably taken by the infection or ended his life to stop the pain but I don't think so. I think he continued fighting, continues to fight. Kyle isn't weak; even after all that he would never just end it. He is the strongest person I have known and probably ever will. If there is anyone that can survive this… It's him.