Because I am suffering from chronic insomnia, here's the next chapter. I felt like the reference in the title was fitting and necessary. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: Yeah, I totally own South Park. That's why I'm posting this on instead of making it into an episode.

Chapter Three: All Hell Breaks Loose

At about three the next morning, Kyle woke up to explosions and screams. He leapt out of bed and looked out his windows. Fires burned throughout South Park. Kyle gasped and ran to his parents' room.

"Mom! Dad! Wake up!" Kyle shook his mother's arm.

"What is it, bubbe?"

"The whole fucking city's on fire!"

"Is it outside?" Mr. Broflovski murmered, drowsily.

"Uh, yeah."

"The police'll take care of it. Go to sleep."

"I can't. People are shouting outside my window." He was greeted by snores. Kyle sighed and went into Ike's bedroom. He stood by his baby brother's bed.

BOOM.

Kyle was knocked over by the shock wave. It was just outside the house. Ike woke up and started sobbing. Kyle struggled to his feet and picked up his baby brother.

"It's OK, Ike, it's OK! Everything's going to be fine. Mom and Dad'll..."

Oh, shit. His parents. He thought he heard the boom from their side of the house. Kyle tore across the hall and into his parents' room. They were sprawled on the floor.

"Mom! Dad!" Kyle ran over to his mother. He pressed his two fingers on her neck, like he'd seen on TV once. He felt a faint beat. He went over to his father. He still had a pulse, as well. They weren't bleeding as far as he could see. He looked up. The wall didn't appear damaged. Kyle went over to the phone and held it to his ear. All he heard was a dial tone. He pressed 9-1-1. No ring. Just a dial tone. A panicky thought entered his head.

He dialed Stan's number. The gentle buzz that came over the line sent him into a frenzy.

"Oh my God. Oh my God!" He slammed the phone down. What if something had happened to Stan? What if he was... No, don't think about that, Kyle told himself.

I need to make sure. I need to get there. He heard another bomb go off. I can't go. Not tonight. I'll die out there. I'll go first thing tomorrow morning.

When the boy woke up, the first thing he noticed was a blinding pain. He moaned and opened his eyes. He wearily lifted his head and looked down. Even with his fuzzy eyesight he could see the tree trunk on his leg.

In any other circumstances, it would have been a rather small tree. It was about eight or nine inches in diameter, but it had been enough to crush his leg.

The boy struggled to get free, but then he felt fresh pain. He screamed and lay back down, gritting his teeth. He tried to prop himself up but couldn't.

Where am I? he wondered. Who am I? Then he realized that he couldn't remember a thing. He couldn't remember where he was, and why he was here. He couldn't remember where he'd been before, or why this tree trunk was on his leg. He couldn't remember his name or his family or his friends. He couldn't remember anything.

Well, that wasn't quite true. When he looked up, he saw that the sky was a greenish-gray. He realized that this wasn't that color that it was supposed to be. It was supposed to be blue.

He was in a pile of half-melted snow, soaking him through. He remembered snow – lots of snow. He looked around and the half-burned trees and buildings. He didn't know any of those. He had retained the general idea of his world but had forgotten the details.

Where is everyone? Is there anyone? Am I alone? Well, in a specific sense, he was alone, as in there was no one around right now. But he had a sense that he had a family and people who cared about him. He just wasn't sure who, or if any of them were still alive.

He suddenly felt very hot, even though he was freezing half to death. He knew he could die out here. He was exposed. What if something bad happened? Because something bad had happened – he knew that much. This, whatever "this" was, was not normal.

He tried to get free again, but his leg felt like someone was stabbing it. He laid back, feeling very tired all of a sudden. His hair was wet. He put his hand behind his head and felt a warm liquid. He pulled his hand back and recognized it.

Oh my God, I'm bleeding.

Then everything went dark.