A/N: Ok. So, I'm not abandoning my other stories BUT I had this idea suddenly, and well, I just had to go with it! The updates on this one may take a little while, but that's because I'm doing other stories and I want to make sure I do my best on everything!

Chapter 1: Countdown

The Marsh House

Friday September 6

11:42 PM

It was dark out now. The sun had set hours ago. Streetlights hummed along the empty streets. The soft yellow glow of the lights illuminated the tiny suburban houses, ready for the night with locked doors and drawn blinds. On normal nights, most South Park residents were already in bed.

But this wasn't a normal night.

The TV flickered in the family room of the Marsh house. The news reporter cut in and out through static. "Damn piece of crap!" cursed Randy Marsh as he smacked the TV.

Sharon Marsh and Shelly Marsh were together on the sofa. Sharon held her daughter tight, yet Shelly was still trembling. If Stan had been looking, he would have seen the tears silently rolling down their faces. But Stan stood at the window, pulling back the curtain to peer out over the desolate streets.

Black strands of hair fell over his ice blue eyes but Stan made no effort to brush them away. He studied the world before him. A harsh quiet had fallen over the entire town – no wind, no birds, no stars in the sky. He searched for the right word. Eerie, he mumbled under his breath, that's the word.

This is a South Park News Update

The Governor has declared that South Park will be quarantined until further notice, saying "Well, there's nothing else we can do."

"That's bullshit!"

"Quiet, Randy! We're trying to hear!"

"What, Sharon! That's totally bullshit!"

Scientists want to assure South Park residents that they are working on a solution. Quote, "Hang in there South Park. We're working as fast as we can."

Stan continued to stare into the darkness. Still no birds. No squirrels either.

…..emergency supplies such as first aid kits. Scientists advise that it is very important to keep a flashlight on you at all times. We repeat, supplies will not be air dropped in for several days.

Stan's pocket buzzed and he pulled out his phone to check it.

Dude my parents r freaking out. How r things by u? – Kyle

Numbly Stan replied Same and let his phone drop back into his jeans. He thought of his friend in his living room. A similar reflection of his own. Family huddled around the TV – plus Eric Cartman who was currently staying with the Broflovski's. He could see it….Sheila, quiet for once….Gerald, eyes dark with analysis….Kyle and Ike together on the couch…Little Ike, only 13 years old, his small body wrapped around his brother's arm, brown eyes lost in thought, black hair dishelved…

….make sure to boil any water. And above all, South Park residents are urged to stay calm. No matter what happens. Stay calm.

The sirens began to sound. Screaming across the night. Climbing louder and louder, breaking the silence with its unnatural tone. Stan shivered. He had always thought those sirens were the most terrifying sound he'd ever heard.