It was inevitable.
South Park would be destroyed.
"RUN KYLE!!" Stan yelled for his best friend.
"IKE! MOM! DAD!" Kyle reached back for his burning house, tears streaming down his face. He struggled against Stan's grasp, trying to join his family, but he knew that was impossible with Stan holding his jacket collar.
"They're dead, Kyle" Stan said, tears rolling from his eyes too.
They were among the remaining people that survived the attack.
Who attacked them?
The FBI?
Terrorists?
Giant fire-breathing guinea pigs?
They didn't know, and they didn't think they ever would.
Cartman and Kenny walked up to the sobbing Kyle and Stan. Kenny's parka was partly burned and some of his hair was singed. Cartman's leg was broken and he was being supported by Kenny.
"Why?" Kyle sobbed.
"We're all going to fucking die," Kenny said, half audible now. "For real this time,"
"This is the end," Stan said, trying to convince himself. He himself had seen Wendy killed before his eyes. A hooded figure, a ninja most likely, had cut off her head. Just like that. In no more than 3 seconds, though it felt like 3 hours, Stan had seen the love of his life murdered.
Cartman was too shocked to cry or even say something. His mother was killed and he had seen her blood smeared across the house. He had ran halfway down the stairs as fast as he could to escape, but someone pushed him from behind and he broke his leg. He had managed to drag himself halfway to Kenny's house before he found Cartman and helped him to Kyle's.
It was a lucky break for Kenny.
"I…I'll miss you guys" Cartman finally said.
They looked up to the evening sky and saw a bomb being dropped about 2 miles away from them. They huddled together and quietly awaited death to take them.
They heard an explosion, and a burning hot flash of pain.
"Good-bye, you guys" Stan said before their bodies disintegrated, as well as the rest of their beloved quiet little mountain town.
