A/N: My first chapter writing a portion in Craig's POV! ^-^ Disregard the title; it isn't insinuating a breakup. For information concerning updates and my current rant, go on my profile. Enjoy my attempt at angst and sadness!
Chapter 9: Splits Ville
(Tweek's POV)
The next morning was, in a word, hectic. Everyone was frantically running around, some screaming random obscenities when they realized all that had happened wasn't just a bad dream. We ate canned goods from the small grocery across the street and changed into our new clothes, courtesy of the very generous Frederic's department store.
I was in a daze when I too realized that nothing that had happened had been a dream. I woke up with Craig still on top of me and completely flipped my shit, ending up shoving off the couch. I didn't even notice when everyone began to leave the store or when Craig walked right up to me. When he tapped my shoulder, I literally levitated a foot off the ground.
"Hey, we're leaving." He says with a smirk, apparently amused by my reaction.
I narrowed my eyes at him, but my face felt like it was on fire. He simply snickers at me and quickly leans in to peck me on the lips, then brushes past me to the door. That stunned me, but I eventually recovered and followed him out.
Kenny had two practically new Lincoln Navigators parked at the curb and seemed to be talking to the group about mechanics or some shit like that. I stayed in the back and pretty much just zoned out.
"Ok, guys. I couldn't find anything big enough to hold all twelve of us, but these were the next best thing, so we'll have to make do. For starters, we need to make groups…"
And so began the battle; who sat next to without killing that person, who conflicted with who so much that they had to be in separate cars, and who was neutral enough to act as a buffer between conflicting persons. This argument was resolved with the formation of "Group A" and "Group B". Group A was comprised of Token, Cartman, Wendy, Kenny and me with Stan driving. Group B had Kyle, Craig, Butters, Clyde and miss B. with Bebe as the driver. Don't ask me how this arrangement came to be, because I didn't know what the hell anyone was talking about half the time. All I know is that I'm sandwiched between Token and Kenny in the back row of this car watching Group B's navigator driving just a little ahead.
We were already nearing the outskirts of town by this time, and everyone was in a much better mood. Now we were currently delving into a thick wood that swallowed up every bit of early morning sunlight there was. I was just a smidgen anxious, and it was becoming verbalized.
I continued doing so until Stan made a point to slow down and tell me to stop distracting him. As we progressed away from the mountains, the humidity began to increase and we soon became enveloped in a thick fog. "Oh Jesus Christ!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, and soon everyone was having a panic attack. Stan took one hand off the steering wheel to pinch the bridge of his nose.
"Tweek? Would you care to calm the fuck down? Would anyone in the whole fucking car care to calm the fuck down?" Stan was usually pretty laid back, but his stress and blood pressure were probably causing some malfunctions with his self-control.
Wendy's eyes grew wide as she noticed that we could no longer see group b's car. That's when everyone grew quiet, even me. I swallowed hard, hands clammy. Then we suddenly stopped. When I leaned forward to see the cause of our deceleration, I lost any grip I had and went ahead and screamed; there was a fork in the road, and none of us could see anything past it.
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(Craig's POV)
I became increasingly less at ease as we continued down the road. Bebe had assured me that group a had seen us signal, but I wasn't at all convinced. Everyone seemed skeptical as we continued on our way and we couldn't see group a behind us. Not that I could tell from the second row.
It's not like we could just stop dead to see if they were just behind, not in this fog. They'd rear end us for sure.
I noticed that Clyde shared my sentiments, but expressed them in the form of whimpering quietly. I'm acutely aware that Tweek's in the other car, either behind us or going God only knows where. I grind my teeth in frustration.
Eventually, the fog lifted, but the damage had been done. Damn those redneck assholes. If it weren't for them, I'd still have my adorable blond beside me. Token was also in that car, and Clyde was flipping out about that. It still makes me chuckle that they thought they could date behind my back. Idiots.
I glanced around me in desperation, trying in vain to find that Navigator. I cursed under my breath, nearly ready to open the door, tuck and roll, then look for myself, but God
Had other plans. We suddenly found ourselves out of the woods and in a huge clearing. That's when I had to put my search on hold. As I looked at the mob of the undead that surrounded us, I knew we weren't really out of the woods. Not by a long shot.
A/N:Yay-another cliffhanger! Damn, I'm good at these! Comments are greatly appreciated! Until next weekend, and sorry for the slight tardiness!
