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So I've decided to give multi-chapter stories a go. I'm not sure how long it'll be, but I have a plan so I'll stick by that and let you know if I have any idea how many more chapters there will be down the road. Updates probably won't be regular as my school work takes up most of my evenings, but I'll try to squeeze in approximately two chapters a week. Also, I've only written a couple of oneshots so far so this is rather knew to me, although I've read a million and one multi-chapter stories on this site. Anyway, on with the story. Enjoy! :3

It was an oddly quiet day in the town of South Park. Two sixteen-year-old boys were cuddling on the bed of the redhead, their usual loquacious behaviour pushed aside as the only sounds in the room were the steady breaths of each of the boys. They had been lying in somewhat of a spooning position, Stan's muscular body behind Kyle's slimmer one, his hand rubbing up and down his boyfriend's unclothed waist while the other was left under Kyle's pillow. They had been in this position for about an hour, reason being they were too tired to move as they had just gotten home from a particularly tiresome day at school. They both had tests left and right, alongside practise for their favoured sports, football for Stan and basketball for Kyle, as there were many games against nearby towns coming up. This left them little to no time for a nice, quiet moment spent together, which was rare for them. This affable moment came to an end as the shrill voice of Sheila Broflovski echoed throughout the house, informing the boys that dinner was ready.

Kyle was the first to stir, carefully removing his boyfriend's arm off of him and slowly getting out of bed. Stan watched him humorously as he stretched and grabbed his t-shirt off of the floor, mumbling obscenities to himself as he struggled to get his arm through the sleeve. Once he looked presentable, he glanced over his shoulder at his still bed ridden boyfriend and sighed. "That means you too, you know."

Stan reluctantly got out of the cosy double bed and yawned, stretching his arms over his head. He had been in his original attire so he didn't have to put on any extra garments. After strolling over to his impatient boyfriend who was tapping his foot on the carpeted floor, he wrapped his arms around the smaller boy's waist and rested his chin on the auburn curls.

"Boys, your dinner's getting cold!"

They walked hand in hand down the stairs and into the warm living room. Sheila was filling her younger son's glass with water, said boy was sitting at the table watching Stan and Kyle entering the room with a playful grin, and Gerald was sitting in his armchair, too engrossed in whatever was on the television to acknowledge the two teenager's presence.

"I hope you're in the mood for my famous stew, Stanley," Sheila smiled sweetly. She had always loved Stan, ever since they were kids. This made it a lot easier to tell their parents about their relationship. Both families were very supportive of their sons being together, Randy even went as far as saying "we had all seen it coming". Stan nodded, smiling excitedly. Sheila was a brilliant cook. The three of them joined Ike at the table, however, Gerald remained on his beloved armchair. "Gerald, I'd appreciate you coming over and eating your dinner. I've even made your favourite, don't let it go to waste."

He grunted in response to his wife, eyes focused on the screen in front of him. Curiosity took over and the four turned around to see what the man found so intriguing. On the television was a man wearing a long, brown trench coat. He appeared to be at the area of what looked to be a crime scene. There was blood on the ground and a body covered with a grey coloured sheet that also appeared to have a red stain on it.

"-a type of large animal may have escaped from the nearby zoo and got into the streets of Denver. We have yet to find this bloodthirsty animal, but will keep you informed of our findings."

"Gerald, turn that off!" the plump woman ordered. "Ike is too young to see these types of violent programmes!"

"It's the news, Sheila," he stated. "This is important stuff and I need to watch it." The couple began bickering back and forth, the two brothers embarrassed at the thought of Stan witnessing it. Suddenly, a scream came from the television. Everyone returned their gazes back to the news.

"Breaking news, the cause of this tragedy was not an animal. It was some type of cannibalistic being. We have just witnessed a human-like form with a decaying face, abnormal stance, bloodshot eyes, and open, infected wounds staggering towards a crew member. It had newly shed blood dripping out of it's rotting mouth. We advise everyone to stay indoors. I repeat, it is CRUCIAL that everyo- AHGGHHHH!" Suddenly, the man speaking was thrown to the ground. His guts were being torn out of his body, blood pouring out of his mouth and torso. The screen began to create a static noise and went black.

"...Boys, go upstairs!" Gerald exclaimed, raising himself from his seated position. "Sheila, lock the doors and windows, I'll go get the shotgun from the basement."

"Shotgun?! Gerald, why on earth would you keep a weapon in our house?" Sheila screeched.

"I SAID LOCK THE DOORS!"

Sheila looked horrified. Her husband had never yelled at her like this. She turned around and walked to the door, locking it. She then made her way to each window and did the same. Gerald began making his way to the basement, fear and regret clearly shown on his face. He looked at his eldest son and gestured to go upstairs. Kyle nodded and began ascending the stairs, his brother and boyfriend following closely behind. Upon entering Kyle's room, the redhead sat on his bed and stared at the ground. The two closest people in his life sat down on either side of him, too astonished to speak a single word. It was at this point Kyle's breathing became quick and shallow. His eyes filled with tears and he let out a quiet sob.

"Shhh..." Stan whispered soothingly, embracing his terrified boyfriend.

Ike watched on in fear. He knew what was happening. Kyle was about to have a panic attack. It was rare, but had happened a few times in the past, although it usually occurred due to stress over exams, or frustration over being ill. Regardless, Ike knew better than anyone that Stan knew how to deal with it, so he let them be. Suddenly, loud banging was heard from outside the Jewish household. Ike grabbed hold of his brother's arm and buried his head into it. Stan realized that he had to be the strong one and released the redhead from his loving embrace in order to look out the window to see what was going on. However, Kyle's window faced the back garden and the noise was coming from the front of the house; the driveway.

He quietly left the room, closing the door behind him. He walked back towards the staircase but made a left turn into Sheila and Gerald's room. Tip-toeing towards the window, he cursed at himself for leaving the two terrified brothers alone. He reluctantly looked out the window. "...Fuck."

There were about five of the cannibalistic creatures banging on the wooden front door. It wasn't going to hold much longer. An abrupt crash could be heard from downstairs. They got in. Stan ran back into Kyle's room, seeing his boyfriend helping his younger sibling off of the bed. The two older boys made eye contact. They were beyond terrified. Suddenly, thrashing was heard from downstairs.

"GET THE FUCK OFF OF MY WI- AAGGHHHGHHH!"

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Okay so that was the first chapter. I'll admit, the ending was a bit rushed, but I'll make it work. I hope you enjoyed!