Well okay! I've put my other fic on hold because it's not too popular! If I get some more reviews on it I'll continue it sooner rather than later. Anyways! Please review this, I read the fic "Aaa! Zombies!" By SatoriKatana and I just had to make my own zombie fic! So here it is. Review with any suggestions about things you might want to see! I have yet to decide on what couples I was going to make in this story, I was thinking Style. What do you guys want to see?
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They had one shot at this. One chance to escape this wretched city once and for all…
"Come on dude!" Kyle shouted. "The chopper has landed!"
"I know Jew!" Cartman replied, louder than Kyle.
"Dude! Would you two just stop fighting and concentrate on getting on that chopper?" Stan wasn't sure they were going to make it if they kept going like this.
"U-uh fellas, I-I dunno if we're going to make it." Butters added to the conversation.
"Kyle! Go invisible and cover us!" Stan ordered as he was chucking a grenade at a crowd of zombies. "Butters run to the chopper!"
"I-I dunno about that Stan."
"Butters, just do it!" Stan ordered
Butter ran towards the chopper and Cartman sprayed his heavy machine gun into the horde.
"BUTTERS! WATCH OUT!" Kyle shouted.
4 soldiers all dressed in black ran towards the chopper, they all shot at Butters and he fell to the ground.
"G-go on without me fellas!" He shouted.
"DAMN IT!" Kyle ran towards the chopper, still invisible and boarded it.
Cartman ran towards the chopper too with Stan, Stan shot at the black figures as Cartman boarded the chopper. One of the figures fell. The other three were rushing towards Stan firing all they had into him, it was of no use. He had used his super soldier and got on the chopper. One of the black figures came up to the chopper door and as soon as he had boarded the chopper, the doors closed and they lifted off, leaving Butters and the other three men behind.
"Damn it Butters! I wanted that achievement!" Cartman shouted down his microphone at Butters.
"Oh, I-I'm sorry Eric, I'll do better next time.." Butters said, ashamed he let his team mates down.
"The only reason you're playing with us is cause Kenny is too poor to buy a Xbox!" Cartman took another handful of cheesy poofs and chucked them into his mouth at once.
"Shut up fatass!" Kyle added. "You're always such a giant douche!"
"Hehe, at least I'm not a Jew."
"I'll kick your ass Cartman!" Kyle was infuriated.
"Oh, you gonna come out of your little Jew cave and walk to my place?" Cartman joked.
Cartman was an ass in real life; Stan noticed he only seemed to get worse when they played O.R.C. "Would you guys just shut up, the next game is starting!"
"As the disease continues to spread throughout the country, citizens of the United States are told to stay indoors and to avoid contact with other people unless absolutely essential" The news reporter read.
"Oh my!" Said Sharon, Stan's mother. "Things are really getting serious now!"
"It's probably just another passing fad." Stan insisted. "Another swine-flu."
"I don't think so Stan, this is really serious." His father added.
"Whatever, I'm going out." He said standing up.
"Didn't you hear him at all? He said to avoid contact! And it's already nine!" Sharon sounded worried.
"We got to go out sometime mum, I promised the guys."
"Well just be careful, okay?"
"I will." Stan put on his coat and walked out the door.
"The news always gets people so worried over nothing" Stan thought to himself. If he was Tweek, he'd probably claim it was some government conspiracy to try and kill him. The infection was pretty serious, but it wasn't contagious. The only way you could become infected with whatever it was is if you ate the infected animal. All of Stan's family had been eating like vegetarians ever since the information was announced, but why were they suddenly so insistent on keeping everyone indoors? Was it getting worse? Stan didn't watch the news too much. That was more Kyle's thing, if there was something worth knowing, Kyle would know. He made a mental note to ask Kyle about it sometime, better safe than sorry.
Stan approached the boys. There stood Kyle, Cartman and Kenny; they had planned to meet up tonight to go out to the arcade.
"Hey fag." Cartman greeted Stan.
"Hey fatass." Stan returned the greeting.
"Quit flirting and let's go to the arcade." Kenny insisted, as usual, making everything and anything sexual.
They started walking to the arcade, not many people were out tonight, had the news really scared people? Stan hoped the arcade was still open.
"What took you so long bro?" Kyle asked Stan. "You were later than Cartman! We were supposed to meet up at half eight, we almost went on without you."
"Sorry dude, I got distracted about that crazy rabies shit on the news." Stan replied.
"Oh that shits scary man! It's put me off meat! I don't feel like going bat shit insane until my body overheats!" Kyle said.
"Oh so that's what it does? Creepy dude!" Stan didn't know what the infection really did until now.
"Yeah bro! It's different for other people, but I heard about people killing their entire families before they burned out!"
"Sick dude!" Stan was actually a little concerned now.
"I think it's sweeeet. Too many people in the world! Another plague is just what we need." Cartman said as his usual sick self.
"You're sick Cartman!" Kyle and Stan said in sync.
"Come on ladies! We're here." Kenny said, they were right outside the arcade.
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Craig was at the gym, he checked his phone, "Oh shit!" He thought; He'd lost track of time. It was already 11pm. His mother was going to have his soul. He figured since he was late now, he might as well take his time and get a shower. He took off his shirt and hit the shower's switch and the water started to run. He was alone in the gym; everyone else had gone home except the one receptionist. He took off his pants and underwear and got under the water and he felt immediately better, all the sweat washing right off him, it felt great. Craig came to the gym often and it was obvious looking at his body. Craig ran his hand through his black hair to get it at least a little clean. He never planned on taking a shower until he got home so he didn't bring any soap. Craig turned off the water and went to get his clothes and towel.
"Huh?" Craig spoke aloud to himself, they were gone. "Hey asshole, if I find you I'm going to kick your ass!" He shouted. Someone had to have taken his stuff, no one else was around.
He walked around the room and found his stuff sitting in the corner. He got dried and dressed; he was too tired to care about whoever moved them in the first place.
Craig headed out the door and to the front desk to sign out, the receptionist had gone; he didn't care, he just wanted to get home and sleep. He signed the register and was about to leave. He heard a noise come from the store room, he wasn't sure if he should check it out, last time he checked out noises in a store room he walked in on some chick and dude doing it in school. Curiosity got the better of him. He had to know. Craig put down the pen and slowly walked towards the door, He put his hand on the handle; he only wanted a peek, if someone was doing it like last time he'd just leave and they wouldn't even know he was there. He turned the handle and opened the door slowly. It was the receptionist! She was laying on the floor grunting "She must have fell reaching for something in the high shelf!" Craig assumed.
Craig set down his bag. "Jesus Christ lady! Are you okay?"
"GAH! GET AWAY FROM ME!" She screamed back at him.
"Are you hurt? Let me call for help." Craig stood up and ran to the desks phone as the woman shook some more on the floor, she was having a fit.
Craig dialled 911 and was put on hold.
"What use is a fucking emergency number if you can never get someone?" Craig said aloud.
The woman made some more noises. "I'M GOING TO KILL HIM. HE DID THIS TO ME. I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL HIM."
"What? Who did what to you?" Craig was confused.
The woman lunged at him and grabbed a hold of his neck. Craig choked; she was extremely strong for such a fragile looking woman. Craig's brain went into defence mode, he put his hand down behind the desk to try and find something to hit her with. She was going to kill him! Craig found a pen and grabbed it, it'd have to do. He stuck the pen into her side and for just a second she released her grip, that's all he needed. Craig grabbed her head and pushed it down towards his knee as he raised it, the contact made her to make an ungodly sound. She recovered quickly and put all her weight into an attack at Craig, but Craig was better. Craig moved to the left and pushed her towards the desk and the resulting force made her fall to the ground. Craig coughed, recovering from what just happened; he could have died! What the hell was wrong with her! He just wanted to help. Was she dead? Shit… she wasn't moving.
Craig heard a very faint voice. "Hello? Hello? We've dispatched units to your location." It was the phone, he never hung up.
Craig panicked and hung up the phone, there was no way he could explain what just happened here; he just wanted to go home! Craig grabbed his bag and ran out the door as fast as he could before the police could arrive.