"Tweek, if you keep inhaling the coffee my supply is going to be out by 2014."
"S-Sorry Token I'm ju-just fucking- fucking zombies, god!"
Leaning over the disheveled looking blond, Token rubbed his shoulders with his fingertips and thumbs. "Just calm down so Wendy can think, she's going to come over here pretty soon and-"
"No, I'm fine." Wendy had her eyes fixed to the laptop screen, across the table from them. "Hey Token - I think I found a few aerial views in your web history, from google maps...How accurate they are I don't know. Since the internet isn't working anymore...let me print this out. Uh, does the generator support..."
"Yeah, it supports it, just don't flip on a lot at once," Kyle called from the kitchen, his head peeking out from the door frame into the dining area. Even in the darkness, his normally tamed red hair was unruly and bright. "Are we going out?"
"Well, I don't know. I feel like the right think to do is to study this area here, where the WallMart is. But if we go out we're going to need to take the Hummer, and I don't know how safe it is outside the gates. I mean, we could theoretically mow down a few zombies if we put spikes on the front..."
Tweek jumped suddenly, spilling some coffee and startling Token.
"Bro, you okay?" Token said with concern, and Tweek looked towards the table, his eyes red. Truthfully, he hadn't taken his medications for his heart for the past week - and sometimes he felt intense pain especially when he was nervous. This whole ordeal had made him extremely jumpy and he couldn't stop thinking about Craig. He had left his phone in his locker- and who the fuck remembered phone numbers anymore? Of course, Token had told him he tried Craig twice but didn't get a response.
Thinking Craig was dead made his heart hurt the most, he thought.
"Yeah, Token, I'm f-fine..."
"Who wants some soup?" Bebe said cheerfully as she walked out of the kitchen past Kyle, her eyes fixed on Token as she moved towards the table.
"If we go out I'm worried we're going to run into trouble because we don't know what's out there. I mean, it took us just a week to board up the windows and figure out our food supply. We could potentially waste a lot of time trying to scout out more supplies..."
"When the water goes off we're only going to have enough to last us about three months, Wendy." Kyle leaned on the door frame of the kitchen, eyes tired. Obviously he had been the one trusted with the math, with limited help from Token. For some reason, Token was more focused on the soup Bebe had just brought out, and he smiled graciously at her as he took it gingerly from her hands.
"Wow, it's hot." He declared as he set it on the table next to Tweek, sitting down next to him.
"Yeah, sizzling. Careful, it's right off the stove." Bebe said through half-lidded eyes, despite the flickering of the dining room light - it didn't seem to startle her.
Kyle rolled his eyes. "Wendy?" he said, leaving little room between his comment and Bebe's description of the soup.
"I think if we go out, we should just have two people go. It's easier to maneuver if we're not constantly worrying about losing half of our party...and we can keep in touch by radios if we have to separate. I think I should go, I have a black belt in karate."
"Karate is a close-proximity fighting technique, Wendy, is that really that smart?" Kyle followed her comment skeptically, and Wendy sent him a glare.
"Well, Broflovski, what defensive arts have you taken."
"Uh- well I've-okay, I've had some strange stuff happen to me, and...I know how to use weapons, at least. Uh, maybe not guns. I can just use a chainsaw or something."
Everyone paused, looking towards Kyle.
"A f-fucking chainsaw?! Dude!"
"Well it's not like we have a lot of choice - the tool shed is off limits, we have Token's garages!"
"Okay, Wendy's a black belt, and I know how to operate a few guns and I've taken defense training. Wendy, should we be the first team?" Token questioned, and Wendy nodded. Meanwhile, Kyle had disappeared back into the kitchen, cursing under his breath. It was obvious who was calling the shots here- every time Token needed something, he had it. Not to mention, Kyle was sleeping in the guest room near Token's and had to listen to his midnight meetings with Bebe. No one else seemed bothered by Token's raging display of testosterone - Tweek just talked to himself and ran around looking through cracks in the boards, peering outside like someone was going to come who he was looking for. Grabbing a mug from the cupboard, he lifted the coffee pot and poured some in the mug before he sipped it cautiously, his pale fingers enjoying the warmth. When the generators ran out in a year, they'd really be screwed. Not to mention they hadn't had contact with anyone - were they the soul survivors of South Park? A week had passed. A whole week. He tried making a signal for anyone using a radio, but it didn't catch on - no answers. Token didn't seem phased - he just enjoyed flirting with Bebe and occasionally gazing at Wendy like she was available. ...well, she was available, but Kyle felt like it was just a little too soon for her to be over her mourning for Stan. Not to say he was dead- but...after a week without contact, Kyle felt like a piece of him had withered. Stan always found him, and now ...
"Goddamn fucking..." It surprised him to think about Kenny and Cartman just now - he hadn't heard from any of them, but Stan had been on his mind the most. Cartman?
"...Cartman is probably still fucking living. That douchebag always finds a way to survive, he's like a cockroach." He frowned as he thought about Eric, his eyes averted to the insides of his coffee mug. He didn't really despise Cartman, and in fact at this very moment (most likely because Eric wasn't pestering him) he almost felt like he missed him. ...Almost.
"Soup's on the stove," Bebe said as she set down an empty bowl in the sink, and went to dish up two more. Kyle watched her with a stone cold expression, and she pretended she didn't notice as she served up the bowls and left the kitchen again.
He and Bebe didn't exactly get along. They had divvied up the chores a day after they got to the Black's Mansion, and she had continuously said, "Oh, no, I'm soooo bad at that. Someone else better take that job." He knew she could do it, she was just being lazy and trying to freeload. Even if it was a waste of resources, Kyle had thrown her wash in the washer with some bleach added to fade her clothes. Teach her to act like a Queen.
"Fucking deserves it," He mumbled as he listened to the others chat in the dining room. Here he felt abnormally alone. Before this happened, he hadn't really felt alone - he thought of Token as a friend. But now, everyone pairing off - everyone had these previous connections...and Kyle's best friends weren't here.
He really, really hoped Stan wasn't dead.