I'm getting more work done on this than I thought I would! Thanks for all the support you guys keep giving me and thank you subscribers! This chapter was the hardest one to write, something difficult about making a good sex scene, oh yeah; there is a sex scene, if you don't like it, I put a "*" to divide it off from the rest of the story, feel free to skip! Also if you're from Utah I'm really sorry; not for what I'm writing here, just sorry because you're from Utah.
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Kenny fell to his knees, blood running down his cheek.
"Ya see boy? You ain't so tough." The redneck spat; his fice friends cheering him on in the background.
The redneck walked towards Kenny and kicked him again, this time landing a blow on his stomach, causing Kenny to choke and spit up some more blood and roll across the dirty pavement.
"And after yous dead, wes gonna have ourselves a good time with that lil' doll over there an' there aint shit you can do to stop us!" His terribly high pitched laugh complimented his inbred features perfectly. He looked over his shoulder and winked at Karen who was being held by two of the other rednecks who jokingly tried to lick her.
Kenny pushed himself off his stomach. He spat out some blood and looked over at most of his surviving friends; their hands were tied with rope. How had they gotten themselves into this mess? Only a day had passed since everything went to hell and already all the survivors had turned into assholes who wanted to rape and pillage everything; given that Utah before the apocalypse was like this on a good day. Kenny thought back to the events leading up to him getting his ass kicked by some white-trash redneck.
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"So tell me Kenny, what made you think Utah would be a great location to live out the rest of our days?" Cartman asked as he stepped off the bus.
"The fine scenery and the wide variety of activities!" Kenny answered sarcastically, earning him a chuckle from most of the group.
"Nah bro, seriously, Utah?" Token removed his sweater revealing his white shirt underneath.
"White is totally your colour Token." Cartman laughed.
"Bite me fatass." Token flipped him off.
"Ladies please!" Kenny insisted. "We've got some work to do."
"Tell me you're not serious about Utah, please Kenny." Wendy spoke up.
"Oh trust me, it's not by choice." Kenny hated Utah as much as the next guy. "You guys may have got a little nap but I've been driving this thing for 10 hours with no sleep and I'm sure as hell not sleeping in there with this heat."
They had parked in a fairly small town named Greensdale; Kenny thought it wise to avoid any big cities to avoid huge groups of the infected so he just followed road signs anywhere but Salt Lake City. The town was in pretty good shape in comparison to how South Park now was, but it was still Utah.
Anyone who hadn't already took off their heavy winter clothes did it now, the weather was much warmer than what they were used to and they didn't like it at all.
"Let's not stay here any longer than we have to." Craig said taking off his hat and revealing his messy black hair.
"I could do with a fresh set of clothes." Clyde looked at his torn and bloody pants then sniffed his shirt. "And a shower…"
"I think we all could." Kenny admitted. "We need to find somewhere to stay the night; it may be Utah but they have to have a motel or something."
"I'm going to look around town for some clothes." Clyde said.
"I'll go with him." Craig insisted. "Got to stick together, no telling what's about here."
"Yeah, but let's look around for somewhere to stay first, we need to know where to meet up." Kenny ordered, everyone seemed to agree.
They wondered in to town a little; it didn't take them long to find an inn to settle for a while. They dropped all their bags in the main room and Kenny jokingly signed his name on the guest register.
"Five star accommodation, eh?" Stan said sarcastically holding up a mouldy piece of sandwich he found on the desk.
The roof had damp places all over it and there smashed bottles of alcohol over the floor; Kenny couldn't help but shed an imaginary tear for the wasted booze.
"I'm heading out now." Craig informed the group. "Care to join me shorty?" he winked in Clyde's direction.
"You're not that much taller than me…" Clyde huffed."
"I want to take a look around too. Let's see what the fine town of Greensdale has to offer." Said Stan sarcastically, it was hard to take anything seriously in Utah.
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"You know, Utah's not so bad once you get used to it." Stan said to Kyle.
They both laughed hysterically at the idea of anyone actually liking Utah; Kyle laughed so hard that milk from Cartman's old kidney squirted out his nose.
"Aww sick dude! How does that even happen?" Stan laughed some more.
"No idea dude! But it still happens now and again." Kyle chuckled.
They went together to look around town; Craig and Clyde spilt up from them and headed in to raid some clothes while they looked for anything else that may prove useful.
"Holy shit dude! Look!" Kyle pointed at the window display in a toy store.
"Wha- HOLY SHIT!" Stan laughed some more. "Are those what I think they are?"
"They are dude! Chinpokomon!" Kyle laughed again, thankfully no milk this time.
The sign above the display said "New"; in looked like this town had only recently started stocking them.
"How do you think they managed to get those things back on the market?" Kyle asked.
"Beat me dude, the Japanese can do anything." Stan replied as they kept walking.
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"You don't give up, do you?" Smirked Clyde.
"You know me, I'm stubborn." Craig softly kissed his lips and Clyde returned a sexually suggestive look. "
Craig pulled his insatiable lover close and passionately locked their lips together in an unbreakable kiss; soon the need for oxygen hit them both. Craig ran his hand up Clyde's shirt and helped him remove it. Clyde had given up resisting Craig's advances and decided he'd give in.
"A little aroused are we?" Clyde could feel Craig's erect manhood brush against his thigh; he teasingly ran his hand across it and smiled as Craig instinctively moved closer to his touch.
Craig tried to keep his cool. Clyde knew exactly what he was doing; he knew where to touch and how, but then again… so did Craig.
Craig decided it was his move. He kissed down Clyde's neck and lightly bit down; Clyde let out a small moan that made Craig all the more aroused. He kissed down Clyde's neck some more and lightly ushered him down to the floor on to a pile of clothes. Craig kissed down Clyde's chest and made his way to his nipples. He teasingly licked around the tip of it before sucking on it earning him more quiet moans from Clyde. Craig ran his hand lower down Clyde's body and brushed it across his crotch causing the boy to jolt.
"Remember when we were still too scared to kiss?" Craig smiled as he reminisced.
"Oh how far we've come." Clyde smiled back.
"Come already? Damn I'm good." Craig said, earning him a playful hit from Clyde.
Clyde grabbed Craig's arms and pulled himself on top.
"My turn." Craig bit his bottom lip as Clyde moved down his body and unzipped his tattered jeans.
Craig helped pull down his jeans, Clyde did the rest. He gently pulled down his black boxer shorts, revealing his 6 inch uncut penis. Craig blushed and looked out the window to make sure no one was watching; he was always paranoid. They had done worse things in worse places before but in the middle of a shop floor in broad daylight was a first. Clyde didn't hesitate getting to work; he licked around the tip before taking the most of it into his mouth. Craig stroked Clyde's hair as a way of showing appreciation. Clyde moaned and took more into his mouth. He sucked some more before pulling out to give his mouth a break and instead placed his hand on the member. He stroked it softly and smiled looking up at Craig, powerless below him. Clyde pulled a little faster pushing Craig over the edge; Clyde couldn't resist anymore. He pulled down his own pants and underwear.
Clyde sat up. "Did you bring it?"
"Of course I did." Craig knew exactly what it was. His trusty tube of lube.
Craig sat up all too eager for what was to come. Clyde turned around and got on his knees, butt in the air waiting to be prepped; he hated being in this position but damn did he love the outcome of it. Craig opened the tube and placed some of the wet jelly like substance on to a couple of his fingers, he rubbed the substance around Clyde's entrance, the cold sensation made him gasp. Craig gently slipped one finger inside to loosen him up before slipping in a second and a third, the third finger hurt slightly but Clyde endured it for the pleasure to come. Craig removed his fingers after deciding it was ready and rubbed some lube across his own penis.
"You ready?" Craig asked.
"Y-yeah." Clyde relaxed and prepared himself for the incoming mix of pleasure and pain.
Craig placed his tip against Clyde's hole and gently eased himself in; Clyde bit down on his bottom lip and moaned as he felt Craig's warmth push inside of him.
"F-Fuck.." Clyde moaned.
"J-just a little more." Craig pushed himself in until he was completely inside.
"Do it." Clyde was ready.
Craig pulled back slowly and pushed in again a little faster than before, still trying not to hurt his lover. Clyde groaned at every movement that was made inside of him, unsure of what he was feeling was pleasure or pain. Craig was in ecstasy inside of Clyde, the warmth of being inside him was nothing like any other feeling he had ever experienced. Craig pushed forward at a good pace and slightly harder than before, instinct was kicking in. Clyde's pain was gone, nothing but pleasure engulfed the couple; for just this moment, all of their pain and worries were gone.
"Jesus...h-harder." Clyde said softly, breathing heavily.
Craig sped up his thrusts and hit the spot that made Clyde feel like he was going to melt. Clyde let out a loud moan and called out Craig's name. Both the boys breathing got heavier yet. Craig pulled out for a second and Clyde lay down, back on the floor with his legs in the air. Craig got in between his legs and pushed himself back inside to pick up where he left off. He took a hold of Clyde's dick and pumped it with every thrust he took. Craig grunted as he hardened each of his thrusts further and pumped his companion's erection faster yet.
"I'm going to cum!" Clyde shouted out.
"Me too!"
Clyde took his own dick into his hands and pumped furiously. Craig took a couple final thrusts before pulling out as he squirted in synch over the boy below him. He collapsed beside Clyde who was now a sticky mess and lay there for a moment before locking him into a final passionate kiss.
"I love you…" Clyde said looking into his eyes.
"I love you too." He said as he stood up and offered a hand to Clyde. "Let's get cleaned up, you look like Cartman's mum on a Tuesday afternoon." Craig smiled cheekily after Clyde gave him yet another playful punch on the arm.
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Stan and Kyle walked around the story aimlessly; it was obvious that some other people had been and already looted the place.
"What are we looking for anyway?" Kyle questioned.
"I dunno? Stuff?" Stan answered vaguely.
It wasn't a big store in any meaning of the word but it was big enough to house your everyday necessities. Stan walked further to the back of the store while Kyle packed some of the remaining food into his bag.
"Sweet dude! Doritos!" Kyle loved Doritios and packed as many as he could into his bag.
"Sick dude!" Stan called out from the back room which was presumably a store.
Kyle got up and walked over the room to investigate. There was a body on the floor; it didn't look as messy as the others. It was still fresh.
"Dude…" Kyle didn't know what to say. "I think I'm going to be sick." He ran out the back door and vomited almost immediately.
The door closed behind him and he walked around towards the front of the store again. Stan was still looking at the body, there was a pool of blood on the floor and some splatter on the walls and it was obvious to how he was killed. He was shot. The man also wore an apron with the shops logo on it so Stan assumed he had worked here.
Kyle approached the front door but quickly hid himself behind a nearby dumpster. A pickup truck parked just outside the store and out came two men armed with a fire axe and a hunting rifle. They approached the store giggling, Kyle felt the memories pour back. They both looked similar to the rednecks he had seen in South Park hours ago; the memory made Kyle gag a little… if Stan hadn't shown up Kyle would have been in trouble. There was nothing he could do right now but watch. The men walked towards the store, Stan had already walked towards the door to investigate the sound of the truck. The rednecks walked into the store, Kyle didn't know what to do.
He moved out from his hiding place to see what was going on inside, he could see Stan talking to them but not quite hear what they were saying. The men got closer to Stan and it was obvious he was in distress.
"Hey!" Kyle stood up and shouted at the men without thinking, they both looked round.
The redneck with the fire axe walked towards Kyle, he was frozen in fear.
"Can I help you boy?" All these rednecks sounded the same to Kyle.
He looked down at Kyle; the man was at least half a foot taller than him and it made Kyle all the more nervous. He looked in the window again at Stan who was now struggling (but failing) to break free from redneck two's grip.
"Kyle! Run!" Stan shouted, Kyle knew it was hopeless to fight.
He kneed redneck one in his groin causing the man to fall down to the floor in agony. Kyle sprinted towards the clothing store he knew he'd find Clyde and Craig. Redneck two saw his friend fall to the ground, he hit Stan on the back of the head with his rifle and headed outside to pursue the boy.
Kyle was fast, he ran round a corner and into the clothing store before the redneck could take a shot.
"Holy shit! Ever heard of knocking?" Craig shouted being startled.
Kyle had walked in on the two kissing; they were still topless but had since put on a new pair of jeans.
"I ca- We can explain!" Clyde insisted, no one had ever caught them doing anything before.
"I don't even care right now! Hide!" Kyle urged them behind the counter.
They ducked down just in time, the redneck opened the door.
"HEEEEREEE Kitty, kitty, kitty…" his voice sent chills down Kyle's spine.
Craig peered his head round the corner to see what was happening, the man had his back turned. It was now or never. He jumped out from behind the counter and charged the man to the ground, his gun flew to the other side of the room. The man had at least 40 pounds on Craig. He threw a punch and hit Craig off him and stood back up. He threw another punch at the boy and hit him out the door.
"What the hell do we do?" Clyde said to Kyle quietly.
"I don't know! But we can't just sit here." He answered.
Craig stood back up and put in a good punch on the man's chest, he staggered back slightly. Craig kicked him in the knee and the man quickly fell back down. He lifted his foot to stomp on the redneck's already disfigured face but it was too late, his partner had arrived. The smaller redneck punched Craig in the back of the head sending him straight to the floor. Kyle and Clyde remained hid in horror; there was nothing they could do. The bigger redneck stood up and laughed at the boy's feeble attempt to stand and hit him one last time in the face, rendering him unconscious.
"What we gonna do with this one?" The skinner redneck asked.
"We'll take em' back to boss wit' that other boy." Fat redneck answered. "But first we gotta find that other lil sorry sack of shit."
"You hear that boy!" Shouted the other redneck. Kyle hoped it was loud enough for the others to hear. "We's gonna find you!"
The fat redneck walked back in to the store and lifted his gun, he stopped for a second to listen. He walked over to the counter and looked behind it. No one was there. Clyde and Kyle had slipped out from behind the counter and hid in a clothes rack; they had planned on lifting the gun. The rednecks' walkie-talkies went off calling them back to wherever they had come from.
They left the store, Clyde and Kyle followed behind them and watched as they tied up the other two boys. They threw the boys into the back of the truck and laughed as they drove off out of the town.
"Holy shit dude…" Kyle exclaimed. "I fucking hate rednecks."
"We need to go back, we can't help them alone." Clyde suggested, Kyle didn't have a better plan so agreed.
They headed back towards the inn; they were going to need all the help they could get.
