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I'm really having fun with this story and I'm glad I can update it so easily.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own South Park, Matt and Trey do

Chapter 9 ... enjoy


KENNY'S P.O.V

"Let's get the girls sorted first then Kenny and Token can talk about who goes and who stays" Stan says "I'll happily stay here if it means the girls get to safety."

As Stan and Kyle continue to argue I walked over to Token. "Dude, you go. You have only just got reunited with Nichole, it wouldn't be right for you to stay behind. Besides no one would really mind if I stayed behind" I added, staring at the floor.

"You know that's not true. Butters would mind" Yeah I suppose he would. But then again Butters would mind if any one of us got left here. That's just how caring he is. "I'm pretty sure Annie would care too." I guess so… I mean we never really talked before all this, would she really care?

"I guess you're right Token but still you take the extra spot… I'd feel guilty if I was the reason you and Nichole got separated again." He just smiles at me in thanks and goes to join his girlfriend in the back of Kyle's SUV. It's at this moment I hear Stan call my name

"Butters, Kenny. You know what to do" Oh god, well I suppose there's not really an alternative cause Kyle would continue to sit there arguing all night long, which puts everyone in danger. I nod and punch Kyle, knocking him out. Butters swaps seats with Kyle and is now sitting behind the wheel. He looks at me and Stan standing outside the car.

"Ken… are you staying too?" He asks, clearly upset with what my answer is gonna be.

"Sorry Butters, but I have to. 1) There's no room left and 2) Someone has to keep Marsh out of trouble while we wait." He simply nods his head as the 2 cars leave. Me and Stan stand there watching the cars disappear from sight. "Well, time to survive." I finally say as I turn to the boy next to me. "Look I know you didn't want me to do what I did but it was the best thing to do. If I hadn't then the girls would have been in danger along with everyone else for that matter."

"Yeah, you're right Ken… come on. Let's try and find a place to camp out for a bit."

"Ok, I'll just get the walkie talkie." I go to open the car door but it won't move. Huh? Why's this happening? My eyes lock onto a certain metal object on the driver's seat. "Stan… what are those?" I say as I point to them.

"The car keys" He say nonchalantly. It takes a few seconds for him to register what he just said "Oh crap"

"We're locked out… and the walkie talkie is locked in!" I look around and see a medium sized rock on the ground. Perfect. I grab it, the curious eyes of Stan following my every move. With the rock in hand I set up my target and bring it down hard onto the passenger seat window, sending shards of glass all over the seat. "Well that was easy" I carefully reach into the car to retrieve the device. After getting it my jacket sleeve snags on the glass and rips a piece of fabric off, cutting me in the process "Motherfucker!" I whisper loudly. I take off my jacket and tie it around my waist so the air can get to my cut and hopefully heal it.

"Kenny!" Stan was at my side instantly. "Thank God it's just a small cut" He says after double checking my arm. "It should be ok." The snarl of the dead can be heard just a block away, if we stay here me and Stan are the equivalent of free-range meat! "We should move" I nod in agreement and we head towards the shops. "Do you reckon Photo Dojo is ok?" As we get closer we realise the answer in no considering the entire front window in on the ground in front of us, shattered into a million pieces.

We start to walk towards the next building when I trip over a misplaced paving slab. I'm heading straight to destination fucked! I fall forward and a long piece of broken glass slashes my arm deeply. I hold in my scream the best I can since there are zombies not too far away. The once tiny cut on my arm is now a bloody river trailing its way down my arm and hand onto the path. Stan helps me up and we walk over to the bank. This seems like I good place to wait. "Fucking hell" I breathe as one miniscule movement from my forearm sends an immense pain shooting up to my shoulder.

"Jesus Ken." Stan says in a hushed tone "We need to get that bandaged as best we can"

"Yeah, Stan I need you to rip the forearm of this sleeve off my jacket." I say motioning to my favourite orange parka. He does as I say "Can you slot it over the gash, be careful not to touch it though cause I'm having trouble staying conscious." He again does what I say. "Quickly tear a bit off the bottom of my shirt so it can be wrapped around the sleeve so it doesn't fall off. Just remember that whilst you're trying this make shirt bandage I might pass out due to the pain cause at the moment it's unbearable" He nods, does what I instruct and as soon as he ties the knot, I pass out as expected.

The next thing I remember is waking up and hearing a car. I hope it's someone from the base come to get us. Stan has zoned out and is currently just staring at the floor; honestly he's starting to creep me the hell out. I feel an instant wash of relief as I hear the innocent voice of Butters ring through the walkie talkie next to me. "Stan? Kenny? Do you hear me? Over?" Oh thank god he's ok.

I try and pick up the walkie but then I remember the state of my arm. FUCKING PAVING SLAB! "Hey Stan?" No reply "Dude! Marsh!" He finally looks up "Why the hell man, you're so out of it. Walkie talkie… use it" I say as I try and nudge it in his direction using my knee.

He snaps out of whatever weird day dream his in and paces his way over to me, picks up the little black box and finally tells Butters we're ok. "Copy that Butters… I hear you. Over" Butters is quick with his reply

"Is Kenny with you? Over" He sounds scared for the answer. Poor guy. Stan looks at me and I nod in response.

"He's ok dude… but his arm has a pretty deep cut on it. We're hiding in the bank. I'll unblock the door" I look over to the door in question and see a filing cabinet has been pushed in front of it. I feel a little guilty that Stan had to do that on his own. "Knock twice so I know it's you on the other side. Over and out." No more than 2 seconds later we hear 2 knocks.


Whoo another chapter over with ... hope you enjoyed it. I HATE KENNY IN PAIN! He's my favourite character and I hate putting him in pain but plotline :(

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