A/N
I'm so sorry for the wait, but I actually have a valid excuse this time. I had written out this entire chapter last week but Word decided to fuck me over and delete everything, which led to me flipping out, deleting it, waiting a week, downloading it again, and rewriting the chapter again. Okay, maybe it isn't that valid of an excuse, but hey, I tried. Regardless, I hope you like it as blood, sweat, and tears were shed redoing it. Enjoy!
The teens were far from silent on their way to the Tucker residence. Stan was outraged, thinking Kenny's motive was to see if the monotonous prick was okay. Oh, how wrong he was. The tall blond, upon remembering his little sister's play date at her friend's house, nearly had a fit. The thought of whether or not she'd still be there, still be safe, still be alive, raced through Kenny's head. At this point, he didn't care if he were to find Craig and Ruby dead. If he walked in and saw them eating each other, he wouldn't have given a single shit. As long as Karen was hidden away, sheltered from the fuckery occurring nearby, Kenny would be over the moon. Right now, she was on the top of his list. Not Stan, not Kyle, not Cartman, not Ruby, and sure as hell not Craig. Maybe it was selfish. Maybe it was stupid. Kenny didn't care. He just wanted his little sister wrapped safely in his arms once again.
"Can you guys just shut the fuck up until we get there?!" Kenny yelled at his noisy friends while skidding hastily around a corner.
"Then tell us why we're going there, Ken," Kyle ordered, his weakness steadily depleting.
Kenny didn't respond. He didn't have to. Cartman copped on, regaining his memory of their journey to Craig's house the previous day and sighed. "Karen's there," the brunet explained.
Stan and Kyle looked at one another and frowned. They had completely forgotten about the young girl. "How did you do it, Ky?" Kenny whispered.
"How did I do what?"
"Leave Ike behind."
Kyle's expression went from sympathy to frustration. "Fuck off."
"It was just a question, dude," Kenny frowned. "I want to know how you dealt with it, in case I have to do the same."
"It wasn't my decision," Kyle said with a shaky voice. "We're not talking about this anymore." The blond nodded. He felt bad for bringing that up, but he was terrified that he'd do something he'd regret if he found Karen dead. He shook his head and proceeded to make the short drive to Craig's house as quick as possible.
"Holy mother of balls," Cartman exclaimed once he had looked out the window.
Roaming the streets were a couple hundred walkers, each one looking more rotted than the next. The truck had gained the attention of a few, which led to more turning around, and then more, and then even more. Eventually, every zombie had noticed the vehicle and began making their stumbling way towards it. Kenny pressed his foot on the pedal, praying it would knock down the infected in his way. As fate would have it, the wheels wouldn't budge. "Fuck!" Kenny yelled.
"Dude, it's not going to work," Stan sighed after about five minutes of no movement whatsoever.
"Well then what the fuck are we supposed to do, Stan?"
"Why the fuck are you asking me? I'm in the same boat as you!"
"Well then maybe you should make yourself useful and help me start the damn truck!"
"Guys!" Kyle screamed. "Stop fighting, we need to find a way out of this!"
"Shut up, Kyle!" Stan shouted at his boyfriend. "Stop trying to be the fucking peacemaker for once! Just be quiet and let us handle it, okay?"
The Jew was shocked. Stan had never yelled at him like that before. His face turned as red as his hair when he decided to scream back twice as loud, "How fucking dare you talk to me like that? I have half a mind to throw you out there with all of those fuckers! It'll give me some fucking room to sit down, at least!"
"Can all of you just shut the fuck up?" Cartman ordered. "This isn't helping anything!" The three bickering males looked over at Cartman, surprised at the fact that he had to tell them to calm down.
"He's right," Kenny sighed. "Let's just figure out how to get out of this mess so we can get to Karen." The couple nodded, giving each other apologetic gazes. Kyle nestled back into Stan's chest, his arms still crossed. His anger would still be present, but he'd try not to display it. His friends knew about his temper issues and didn't mind if he was still a bit pissy. "Cover your ears," Kenny told his three friends as he grabbed a pistol from the bag.
They complied, bracing themselves for the deafening sound that was about to come. The blond opened the window just a crack and watched as the bloody digits of the walkers attempted to enter the vehicle. He placed the barrel of the gun out of the window and aimed it at one of the zombies. Closing his eyes, he pulled the trigger, ears ringing at the sound of the bullet forcefully exiting the weapon. However, what he didn't expect to hear was the sound of shattering glass. He immediately opened his eyes at the sound, watching as the window broke into a million pieces due to the power of the gun and fell around the monsters. He shuffled back against Cartman as arms and heads made their way through the space where the glass window was once present.
"Get out through the back!" Stan yelled, as he smashed the rectangular window behind them. Kyle went first as he was the smallest. Stan passed him the bags before shimmying through. They stood on the bed of the truck, helping Kenny and Cartman out before climbing onto the roof. They looked around themselves, speechless at the sight. There were zombies as far as the eye could see, all focused on devouring the four helpless teens standing on top of the red pick-up.
"Well?" Kyle asked, as he picked a revolver out of the bag. "What are we waiting for?"
The others smirked, following the actions of the small male. Once each of them had grabbed a gun, they began working on ridding the zombies of their second lives. They started with the ones around them, watching as they went down one by one; as dark, dirty blood spurted out of the newly made holes in each of the monster's foreheads. The truck began to shake, almost causing the boys to fall into the group of cannibals. "Shit!" Cartman exclaimed. "Who was watching the back?"
Behind the truck were a few dozen walkers pushing against the vehicle, some even attempting to climb onto the bed. Cartman hopped down from the roof and began knifing the zombies in the head from his elevated position on the tailgate. Suddenly, a scream was heard from the front of the pick-up. Cartman turned his head to look, then regretted his decision. He felt something grab his arm. He hastily pulled it back, watching in fright as the zombie bit down where his arm had previously been. He was unbelievably lucky. The scream was heard once again and the large teen stood with struggle, making his way towards his friends. He saw Kyle and Kenny pulling a screaming Stan back onto the truck. His legs had a tight grip on them, but weren't bitten.
Cartman hurried over and helped them haul the raven haired teenager back onto the roof. He didn't appear to have any injuries, which was a good thing. "What the fuck happened?" Cartman yelled.
"I.. fell..." Stan breathed out.
Kyle shakily reached inside his boyfriend's jean pocket, grabbing Stan's inhaler. He placed it against the gasping male's mouth, making sure he pressed it when Stan inhaled. Tears were streaming down both of their faces. They were okay for now, but until they figured out a way to get out of this mess, they'd have to stay put for God knows how long. 'Maybe,' Kenny thought, 'Karen can't be at the top of my list right now. In order to save her, I have to make sure that I stay alive, and I need the help of these guys to do that.'
A/N
My thoughts towards the end of this chapter consisted of 'Should I kill Cartman? Nah. What about Stan? Nah'. I just wanted to let you guys know that the inspiration I had for placing my favourite foursome on top of the truck with a whole lot of zombies around them was the previous episode (and a couple of episodes before that) of The Walking Dead, when Glenn and Nicholas were stranded on that dumpster. Just a little side note, I literally screamed "FUCK YES!" once I saw that Glenn was alive. My little Asian pizza delivery guy. Love him. Not as much as Kyle, but he's still up there. Thanks for reading!
