The bikes skidded to a halt in front of Craig's house. The time was five am. It was dark, but there was a hint of orange lining the sky.

It was a normal dawn for a new day... or so they thought.

Kyle leant his bike up against the side of the house and tried the front door. Still open. No surprise, Craig's parents were out of town and everyone was sleeping in his backyard. They went back through the cold silent house and suddenly Kyle collapsed.

"What is it?" Ike asked.

"I-I don't know..." Kyle got to his feet and held onto Ike for support.

"Maybe you should stay here; I remember where my wallet is so I shouldn't be very long."

"O-Ok..."

Kyle found a bar stool and sat there in the dark, terrified yet frozen.

"Cartman, hurry up!"

"But you guys, seriously, I'm hungry!"
"Dude, you just came to us moaning you'd eaten too much."

"I walked it off," he grinned.

"Cartman," Stan turned around irritably, "We've only walked like two metres."

"Yeah," Kenny turned around, "I can still see Craig's house!"

"Hey, what's that," Cartman pointed at two shady outlines on bikes opening the front door and going in.

"Dude!" Stan began to panic, "Burglars!"

"What do we do?" Cartman began to walk in circles.

Stan stared at him.

"Nothing!"
"Stan, Craig is our friend. We can't let him get robbed!" Kenny argued.

"We'll call the cops back at Stan's house."

"No, it'll take too long."

"Let's go spy on them."

"They might have guns!"

"We'll make sure they can't see us." Headstrong and loyal, Kenny headed to Craig's house with Cartman in slow pursuit and Stan in even slower pursuit.

Meanwhile...

"H-hello? Who's there?" Judy, the new receptionist for the military called out nervously as she heard bangs and moans coming from the door that led to the laboratory.

"Pete is that you? Did you touch the acid again? Pete?" The groaning continued, and Judy stood up and grasped the iron door handle.

It happened too fast. The screams, the faces, Tony and Pete and their supervisor John knocked Judy to the ground, and leant over her with their mouths dripping blood and their eyes blue and glazed over... and once they finished with her they took a look at the unlocked glass doors leading to the outside world... They would reach South Park in less than an hour.

Kyle spun his head around. He heard a noise. The slight swing of the door, the slight creak of the hinges. There was no wind. Someone was there... watching him...

"Kyle!" Kyle jumped, and turned to see Ike standing there with his brown leather wallet.

"Let's go," he stood up hurriedly and putting all his fears aside, stormed out the front door.

"Kyle," Ike ran to catch up with him, "You're acting funny."

"Hey!" The voice made Ike and Kyle jump and whip around to Craig's house.

"It's only you Kyle," A very relieved Stan peered around from a pot plant which lined Craig's parent's garden. Kenny and Cartman peeked around too.

"We thought you were a robber. Sneaky Jews!"

"Ike had to go back for his wallet," Kyle said flatly, ignoring Cartman's remark.

"Well, do you want to come back to mine?" Stan queried, "Everyone else is."

"Sure. Nothing back home except a feeling of impending doom."

"But Kyle, you said that mom would say..."
"Not now Ike."

"The luncheon..." Defeated, Ike drooped his head and traipsed after Kyle's friends back to Stan's house.

Kyle lay on Stan's coach at six am, still hadn't gone to sleep (half because there were more screaming parties near Stan's house and because he was thinking). Did he really love Bebe that much? Or was he gay? I know, dumb question for someone who has been trying to win the affection of a girl since fourth grade, but maybe it was just to convince himself. He thought about Bebe... I mean, sure she had thick, glossy blonde curls and big, brown doe eyes... she wasn't exactly thin like Wendy, but she had a great rack... who am I kidding? Kyle turned over, I am totally straight.

Stan scowled in the darkness. Too much screaming. Kyle is too restless. So much moaning coming from next door-are they having an orgy or what?

Cartman looked over at his friends. Apart from Kyle who was tossing and turning (little wimp probably having a nightmare) they were still. Cartman crawled off his mattress and headed to the Marsh's kitchen. He was starving.

Kenny listened to Kyle toss and turn, Cartman sneak off to the kitchen, Stan sighing and turned on the lamp next to the coach he was on.

Ike groaned and covered his eyes.

"Kenny!"
"Face it guys, none of us are going to sleep." There was a quiet pause of agreement.

"Oh, and Stan, Cartman is raiding your fridge."

"Cartman!"

Cartman's head pokes through the arch joining the kitchen to the living room.

"What?"

"Let's turn on the TV," Kyle said, shivering.

"Do you have cold or something?" Stan asked as Kyle wrapped himself in a blanket and sat up.

"N-no..."

"It's like, forty degrees," Kenny pointed out, waving towards the fan.

"Ugh," Stan covered his ears, "You guys hear all that moaning?"

"Yeah I know," Cartman came back into the room, "They must be having some seriously..."

"Hey look guys!" Kenny, who was looking out the window called, "There is a bunch of people just limping around the street!"

Everyone joined him at the window, and sure enough there was at least twenty people walking around confused and groaning.

"D-dude," Kyle started shaking violently.

"Uh, pretty far out party they're having, huh?" Stan said uncertainly.

"I'm uh, gunna go secure the doors and windows. They all look super drunk." Kenny said.

"Well you would know, you're parents are always drunk you poor piece of crap!"
"Shut up! Those guys might be violent and we don't want to draw attention to ourselves."

Suddenly, there was a loud bang against the window, and the boys screamed as a diseased, moaning face was pressed up against the glass, mouth oozing blood.

"Oh my god!" Kyle's knees gave out and he dropped to the floor.

"Kyle!" Ike cried, and rushed over from the chair he was curled up in.

"Dude!"Stan exclaimed, dropping the blinds down.

Cartman turned on the TV, and saw a news reporter's face.

"The time of evil is upon us, as the stereotypical zombies walk the earth preying on human flesh. Do I have any advice? Hell no, watch a good zombie movie right now and imitate everything they do." Cartman switched off the TV.

"I've seen Dawn of the Dead and Shaun of the Dead," announced Stan.

"Guys, your back door lock doesn't work..."
"then we need to get out of here!" Ike yelled hysterically.

"Why?"
"Kenny, there's a zombie apocalypse."

"Oh crap."