An: I just want to reiterate that while Tweek is sexy as a human, as a zombie he is pretty messed up. I just wanted to let you know. This isn't warm bodies. These bitches are bleeding everywhere and have friggin' holes in them. I just wanted to reiteeate that. Tweek wo n't be winning any Mr. Universe prices while he's like that. Please review!

Craig woke up to screaming.

He rolled out of bed and hit the floor with a thud. He struggled up and ran out of his room. "What the hell?" He gasped.

Ruby and his mother cowered on the table. His mother held the family shotgun and swung it like a bat. Her face was set in a grim line. "Run, Craig!" She shouted.

His dad turned around.

Oh, shit.

He almost fell down the stairs as his father advanced, gnashing his teeth. "Rght." He grunted. "Rrr."

"Like hell!" Craig's mom shouted, pulling the trigger. Mr. Tucker dropped to the ground. Ruby sobbed loudly.

"What's going on?" He asked.

Mrs. Tucker stepped down from the table. "I don't know." She said grimly. "Undead sons of bitches are everywhere." She peeked out the window. "Help me board up the house." They barred the windows and pushed Mr. Tucker out the door.

Craig felt like he was going to vomit. What was happening? He swallowed hard. Was Tweek behind this somehow?

His mother turned on the television as Ruby clutched tightly to Smalls. Biggie whimpered and scratched at the door. The Saturday morning cartoons still played. He wanted to sit down and watch Red Racer and forget that his father was dead.

The anchor and the big boobed bimbo next to him looked very scared. "Yet again South Park finds itself in the middle of a zombie apocalypse. Scientists are being flown in from around the country to discuss a solution. For now, it is suggested citizens do not drink tap water and avoid going outside."

"Really? I thought now would be a great time for running around outside." His mother said sarcastically. "Fucking idiots, I swear."

"I have to go." Craig said. "I need to go check on Token and Clyde."

"Like shit you will." She snapped. "Go upstairs, stay downside but if you try to go outside in this mess I will put a bullet in your knee and tie you to the bed."

He stomped upstairs. As he stood in his window he considered jumping out. Then again he wasn't that fast and his mom was a good shot. She and Tweek always got along famously, discussing guns and survival plans for hours on end.

He watched Principal Victoria stumble down the street before multiple gunshots took her down. Catching his eye from across the street, Mrs. Stotch smiled sweetly and waved. He sighed. "Only in South Park."

His phone rang and he turned to answer it . Before he knew it he was on his back, surrounded by people. " You have two seconds to tell us where Tweek is." Kyle hissed.

He growled against the hand covering his mouth. "He's right, Craig." A familiar voice said. "The jig is up."

His eyes nearly popped out of his skull in surprise. Clyde?! "Rmph?" He shouted.

"We know he's back." Token added.

Craig turned his head defiantly. "Do you know what you've done, you selfish son of a bitch?!" Kyle shouted, slapping him."My brother is a flesh-eating monster because of you!"

"Don't blame him, Kyle." Stan said quietly. "It's just as much my fault as it is Craig's. Maybe even more."

"Don't be stupid, Stan." Kyle said. "What Shelly did was not what you did."

"It goes deeper than that, Kyle." He breathed out deeply. "I am the one who brought Tweek back to life."

The entire room froze.

"What?" Was the general consensus.

"I didn't know what it was! What I was doing!" He defended. "I swear to God!"

"It doesn't matter!" Kenny shouted. "What matters is fixing this mess!"

"Craig." Token said. "Where is Tweek?"

Craig sighed as the hand was removed. "You can't take him from me." He pursed his lips.

"Craig what if Ruby turned into a zombie? Your mom?" Clyde said. "Are you willing to sacrifice everyone for him?"

"Yes." He breathed. "A thousand times over."

"Then we have no choice." Kyle said. They tied him to the bedpost and gagged him. He struggled unhappily and shouted muttered curse words. His eyes promised retribution.

"We'll come and get you when its over." Clyde promised.

He lunged forward as best as he could and snarled.

The group dropped to the ground and made their way to Token's "Emergency Hummer".

"Think!

" Kenny encouraged."We're obviously not getting anything from him. Where would Craig take Tweek?"

Clyde sat up and snapped. "Tweek always said he wanted to go to McCreed's if a zombie apocalypse broke out."

"What's McCreed's?" Stan asked.

"It's an old camping ground we used to go to." Token finished.

"Where is it?"

"On the outskirts of town. Keep driving straight and then hang a left at Sixth Street."

"We don't have much time." Kyle said. "Go faster."

Kenny grinned. "Music to my ears! Hold onto your moobs, everybody." The car zoomed forward and then lurched as they ran over an unfortunate zombie. "Hey! It's Mrs. Florence! She was my piano teacher!" Kenny scowled. He backed up slowly and grinned as she screeched and fell silent. "Hated that bitch. C-Minor that!"

"Left! Go left!"

"Shit!" He swerved and knocked into a Jeep. "Fuck! Should I leave my information!"

"There's no time to be polite, you idiot!"

"How much longer?" Stan asked.

Token stared out the window. "Soon. Turn right."


"Here! Stop here!" The car screeched to a halt and they all got out, shaking the sleep from their previously cramped legs.. "It's just like I remember it." Clyde said nostalgically.

"A piece of shit?" Token joked. Stan allowed himself a smile as he got out of the car, grabbing his gun, a 16th birthday present from Uncle Jimbo. If anyone noticed his shaking hands they did not comment.

"Our piece of shit. I remember we used to come here almost every weekend and fuck around."

"I don't think there is a single tree you have not pissed on."

"Gross." Kenny mumbled.

"Don't fucking judge me. There aren't any bathrooms here!"

"Hey can we stop talking about Clyde's bladder and go ever the plan?" Stan cut in.

"Blow his fucking brains out and turn everyone back to normal." Kyle grunted.

Clyde swallowed hard. "Do we have to shoot him? There has to be another way."

"We don't have time for that!" Kyle snapped.

"We can't just shoot him! He's one of my best friends!" Clyde shouted. Token nodded.

"I'm positive Tweek didn't mean to do...whatever he did. If we just-"

"He is not a human being!" Kyle screamed. "What part of that don't you understand?!"

They stopped in the middle of the path, Kyle's cheeks matching the color of his hair while Clyde looked ready to cry. Stan looked away awkwardly, catching the soft shaking of a nearby bush. It burst and a blur shot into the open. "Watch out!" He screamed, pulling the trigger.

Bang!

Tweek snuggled into Clyde's arms, smiling. The other boy was crying in earnest now, tears falling freely as he squeezed his zombified friend. Token stood, stunned, before joining the small group.

"I missed you guys!" He squealed.

"We missed you too!" Clyde said, petting his head. He flinched when his fingers touched the newly made bullet wound. It was just a graze but it was still freaky seeing Tweek like this. His skin had turned a light shade of grey with his leg bent at an ugly angle and deep, coagulated cuts decorated his arms. His right eye was milky and glassy while the left was bright and twinkled merrily. Blood oozed slowly out of his new wound. The blond didn't seem to notice.

Kyle nodded at Stan and jerked his head in Tweek's direction. Stan bit his lip and called, "Tweek!"

He fired again when he turned around, blowing a fist sized hole into his thin chest. Tweek frowned. "Why did you do that?" He asked unhappily, swaying on his feet.

"Again!"

The next shot blew out the right side of Tweek's face. He wailed, clutching at it. "Stop it!"

"Why won't you die?"

Tweek sniffled, staring at them. "You didn't come here to say hi, did you?" He asked accusingly. "You came here to kill me! You're trying to kill me."

"I'm sorry, Tweek." Stan whispered. "But we can't let you hurt anyone anymore."

"I haven't hurt anyone!" He pulled his hand away from his head and flicked globs of grey matter onto the forest floor.

"Tell that to my brother." Kyle muttered.

"Your brother?"

"Almost everyone in town is a zombie, Tweek." Token said gently.

"I didn't do it! I haven't bitten anyone!" Tweek shouted...in town.

"I'm sorry, Tweek." He whispered, raising his gun. Clyde and Token stood frozen in horror.

Click.

"Put the gun down, Marsh." A cool, slightly nasally voice commanded.

"Craig!" Tweek gasped. His boyfriend nodded in acknowledgement. He stared at the group of impromptu zombie hunters from behind the shotgun, eyes narrowed. There were bruises around his mouth from the gag.

"Get behind me, Tweek." He said. Tweek obeyed. "Marsh, I thought I said to drop the gun."

"Craig-"

He fired a shot and reloaded with practiced skill. Kenny dropped to the ground.

"Oh my God, you killed Kenny!"

"Drop the fucking gun, Marsh!" He roared.

Stan dropped it. Clyde sobbed. Token took a step forward. "Make one more move and you're next, Black." Craig warned. "Now, me and Tweek are going to leave. We'll be out of this town in an hour and out of this state in a day. Try and follow us and I'll blow your motherfucking brains out. Got it?" He and Tweek disappeared among the trees.

"What do we do know?" Clyde asked hysterically.

"We need a new plan." Kyle responded. He knelt down by Kenny and shifted him into a sitting up position. "Shooting Tweek obviously isn't going to do anything."

"Didn't you hear the crazy bastard with the gun, Kyle?" Stan snapped. "We follow them, we're dead."

"We can't not follow them! There's an entire town full of people that need our help."

"Who, hey, whoa. Let's calm down." Token soothed. "Let's wait for Kenny to wake up. Then we'll think of our next step."

Clyde rested against Token. He stared ahead. "It was like he wasn't even Craig anymore." He mumbled. "Just a stranger with his face."

"What I want to know," Token said bluntly. "Is what Stan meant when he said he brought back Tweek to life."

Suddenly all eyes were on him. Stan stared at his hands. "I was outside one day," he began. "A few days after the accident when a blond kid in a flat cap came up to me and asked all these questions. He asked me if I had been praying hard. How someone other than God was watching over me and all I needed to do was say please." He looked up. "I said please and a few days later Tweek was back and attacking cows."

"Dude..." Kyle said. "You made a deal with fucking Satan."

"Jesus Christ!" Token exclaimed. "It's always you guys, isn't it? Screwing things up for everyone. Making fucking Satanic deals. Couldn't you just stay home and make a porno like regular teens? Jesus, I mean really. A deal with the Devil? Anything else you want to tell us while we're shaking my world views?"

Stan shrugged. "Satan's alright. Kind of a pussy. He and Kenny are pretty tight though so maybe he can convince him to go easy on us."

Token's eye twitched just as Kenny woke, gasping as though he had been underwater for a minute or two.

"I know how to fix this." He told everyone.

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