Made this one as soon as I could to make up for the late last one 3 hope you guys enjoy.
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The group ran through the blood soaked land and into the barn; that redneck wasn't kidding about the place being over ran with infected.
Cartman struggled to catch a breath. "I'm seriously getting sick of this running you guys. So seriously."
"Shut the hell up fatass." Stan said.
"If I wasn't so tired right now I'd kick you square in the nuts Stan. Square in the nuts!"
"Would you two stop your bitchin' and get in the god damn truck." Kenny said as he started it up.
Cartman flipped him off and got in the back of the truck followed by Stan who stopped for a second to pick up an axe.
"Everyone in?" Kenny looked out back to make sure.
"Present and accounted for sir." Token shouted from the back.
"Then let's go." Kenny hit the gas and sped out of the barn.
"Jesus Christ Kenny!" Cartman shouted from the back, the sudden bust of speed almost made him fall out which made everyone in the back laugh harder than they probably should have. "Oh screw all you guys!"
Sitting up front was Wendy, Butters and Kenny was of course on the wheel. He hit any of the infected that got in the way which didn't please the people sitting out back who were getting the occasional blood splattered on them.
"Is that really necessary Kenny?" Wendy asked.
"Nah. But it's fun." He responded.
"They're still people asshole! How do you know they don't still feel pain?"
"I don't know what you call a person but I don't count flesh eating maniacs as people."
They drove out of the ranch and Kenny stopped. He looked both left and right; if he took the wrong direction then he lost his shot at saving Karen.
"Go left." Wendy said.
"Why left?" Kenny asked.
"The corpses. Those dickwads ran over them as well and they go that way." She answered.
"Smart girl." Kenny smiled and hit the gas again driving towards what he hoped was his sister.
"Try not to fall out fatass. Last thing we need is an earthquake." Craig teased.
"So seriously Craig. So seriously."
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Kyle and Clyde sat listening to the rednecks argue among themselves.
"We need to do something about Karen." Clyde whispered.
"I know we do dude… but I got nothing." Kyle whispered back.
"Me either…"
They stopped whispering… everything had gone quiet; the rednecks had stopped talking.
"You hearin' it too?" one of them said.
"I'm hearin' somethin'." Another said.
Clyde and Kyle looked at each other; had they been heard? Kyle motioned his head to the window and Clyde nodded opening it as quietly as he could.
"It's comin' from in there." Another voice said.
There was no doubt about it now; they'd been heard. Clyde climbed out the window and Kyle followed promptly behind him.
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It was dark outside and hard to see anything not in the trucks light but some structures could be made out in the distance
"Is that the town?" Wendy asked.
"I think so." Kenny replied. "You all okay out there?" Kenny shouted as loud as he could out the window; it was hard to hear anything over the old engine.
He didn't get any verbal response; He looked at the rear view mirror and was answered with Craig giving him the finger as he and everyone else held on for their life which made Kenny smirk as he sped up towards the town.
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One of the men broke down the door to the room where Clyde and Kyle were hiding.
"They's outside!" He saw the window laying open.
"They can't have gotten far on foot. Go see if you can find em'." Ellis ordered.
"Why do I have to do it?" He complained.
"Cause I fuckin' said so. One of you assholes go with him."
The redneck didn't complain anymore. They were all obviously intimidated by Ellis.
"They're coming!" Kyle whispered in a panic and urged Clyde across the street.
"Hey. Look!" Clyde pointed down the road at another speeding pick-up truck driving towards the inn.
"Jesus Christ dude. Last thing we need right now is more of those assholes." Kyle said as they made their way into another building just in sight of the inn.
"Kenny! Look out!" Butters screamed trying to warn him about the other trucks on the road.
Kenny swerved past the trucks and past the inn; the two rednecks ran back inside.
"Holy shit dude!" Stan shouted loud enough to be heard up front. "Those were the hicks that took me!"
"Me too." Craig added.
Kenny pulled round the corner and jumped out of the truck urging everyone to do the same. Cartman practically collapsed on the ground when he got back on the ground and vomited on the ground.
"Sick dude!" Stan looked away from the vomiting fat boy.
"Seriously." Cartman vomited some more. "Nuts Kenny. Square in the nuts!"
"Bitch at me after fatass! They're going to be coming round here any second and they've got our guns."
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"Things are really going down now." Clyde said
"Was that who I think it was?" Kyle asked.
"I didn't get a good look at anything. It happened way too fast."
They both watched as the two rednecks said something to the group. They were just out of earshot but not long after nearly every one of them (including Ellis) ran out of the building and in the direction of the truck had went.
"This is it." Clyde said
"This is what?" Kyle asked
"Our chance!"
"We don't know how many of them there is in there dude!"
"I'm done sitting around like a pussy. That girl doesn't deserve this. I'm going to do something." Clyde stood up.
"Not alone you're not." Kyle reluctantly followed him out of the building
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Kenny lead his group into what looked like the town hall; it was certainly the biggest building in town. They could hear gunshots and cheering getting closer to them.
"Those idiots are going to attract more of the infected." Wendy said.
"What makes YOU the expert on them then?" Cartman barked.
"Because fatass if you had paid any attention at all you would have noticed that those things are attracted to noise."
"Whatever bitch. You don't know what you're talking about."
"You're such an idiot Cartman! I know more about th-"
"Shut the fuck up or you'll get us all killed!" Stan shouted.
"Hey don't talk to the lady that way!" Token objected.
"F-Fellas." A faint little voice said but wasn't heard over the now explosive argument. "Fellas?" It said again. "FELLAS!"
Everyone stopped arguing; silence fell in the room and they looked at the frustrated Butters who was pointing at something. They navigated their eyes to where he was pointing. Their eyes adjusted to the darkness.
"Oh shit." Token said.
A bloody shadow of a man stood there looking like death itself… It was obvious to all that he, or rather it, was infected. The man grunted and moved towards them; it was faster than most of the others. It lunged at Kenny catching him off guard. He struggled with the creature but with one good punch hit it off. Stan didn't hesitate any longer; He stood forward, lifted his axe up and swung it down on the zombie's head leaving it lodged in it's skull. The creature fell to the floor lifeless and Stan smirked at his handy work.
"Easy peasy." Stan said.
Kenny peered out the broken window and seen the hicks heading towards them.
"Everybody listen."
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"I still think this is a bad idea." Kyle protested in a whisper.
"You got a better one?" Clyde responded.
"Fair enough."
They moved up to the double doors of the inn and each took their place; Kyle crouched by the left door and Clyde by the right. It was all about the timing. They peered in and waited for the right moment to strike. Both the boys noticed that the two men inside were the two they had seen earlier…they two that had taken Stan and Craig. Karen looked out the door and seen the two boys, Clyde put his finger to his lips and she returned a subtle nod.
"Well I see why Ellis would wanna keep a little doll like you. Maybe we could play a lil' before he comes back, eh?"
"Hey… maybe we could." Karen said seductively looking up at the man. "Maybe we should go out back here and play a little."
"Or maybe I could just play with you a little right here…" he said. It madeKaren want to hurl.
"Yeah?" She said keeping a seductive tone. "Why don't you come down here a second?" she winked.
He set his gun on the table leaned down towards her; his breath was horrid and made Karen want to hurl even more. She'd smelled some bad things before but his breath would be up there ranking higher than her mums cooking. She moved in a little closer then head butted him with all she had.
"You little bitch!" The redneck stood up right and lifted his hand to slap the smirking girl.
"Hey!" The other redneck stopped him. "What the fuck you think yous doin' Maurice? What would Ellis say if he saw you hittin' his things."
"Fuck Ellis! He aint in charge of us. Why the fuck are we taking orders from that lil' queer anyways!"
Clyde looked over at Kyle and nodded. This was their chance. Both the boys burst into the room and made their moves. Kyle ran for the gun and grabbed it as quick as he could but was met by the fatter of the rednecks who had grabbed it at the same time.
"Well if it aint the lil' kitty." He smirked at Kyle.
Kyle kept his grip on the rifle and shook it all he could but the other man was stronger. He pushed the gun towards Kyle accidently firing it at the wall and sending Kyle to the floor. Clyde jabbed his elbow into the other hick's chest and kneed him in the nuts. The fatter redneck pulled back the bolt on the rifle and aimed it at Clyde; he span round and grabbed the other man's arm pulling him in front of the shot all the while taking cover behind him. Clyde released the bleeding redneck and made a lunge for the other one but failed; he was hit in the face with the rifle and struggled to stay on his feet. He took another hit this time in the stomach and he fell. The redneck pulled the bolt back again and aimed it down at Clyde who was already fading out of consciousness. The fat hick stood tall above him and smirked. He didn't move; he COULDN'T move. The rifle slipped out of his hands and he fell to his knees. Kyle had stabbed him with Stan's sword he found by the sofa; one of the hicks must have stolen it. He pulled the sword out of the man and dropped it.
"Dude you got to stay awake." Kyle offered his hand to Clyde.
"I'm fine." Clyde took his hand and got back on his feet
"You're bleeding pretty bad."
"I've bled worse, Trust me." He put his hand on the wound. Kyle wasn't kidding, blood was pouring out.
Kyle ripped off some of his shirt. "Here, keep pressure on it."
Karen cleared her throat. "I don't mean to be a bother or anything boys but if you could give me a hand here it'd be much appreciated."
"Oh! Sorry." Kyle moved over to her and untied the rope.
"Oh thank fucking god for that." She said as she rubbed her wrists.
"You okay? They didn't hurt you did they?" Clyde asked concerned.
"I'm fine. They didn't get the chance." She stood up.
"IT CAME FROM IN THERE!" a voice shouted from outside.
"Oh shit dude! They heard the shots." Kyle panicked.
"Take him and get the fuck out of here." Karen ordered. She was a lot like her brother under pressure; always ready to be the hero.
"We can't just lea-"
"Kyle I'm not going to argue with you. Just get the hell out of here or so help me god!"
"Get your fucking hands off me!" Cartman struggled to escape the man's grip
"Quit your oinkin' piggy!" The redneck teased.
"I'm so SO seriously this time! SQUARE IN THE NUUUUUTS!"
Everyone had surrendered. They didn't have much of a choice when the bastards were all armed and outnumbered them ten to seven. The rednecks marched the kids out of the hall back outside and put them all on their knees. They started tying them up one by one.
"Look what I found out of its ropes Ellis." Three more hicks approached; one was carrying Karen over his shoulders and threw her to the ground.
"She broke out and killed Maurice and Earl!" Another one of them added.
"Oh really?" Ellis walked towards her. "Looks like we's gonna have to teach this bitch a lesson."
"DON'T YOU FUCKING TOUCH HER!" Kenny broke free from the man holding his arms and ran to his sister.
"Looks like we got us a hero boys!" Ellis laughed and clapped. "Come on then hero. Let's see what you's made of." He threw down his rifle.
Kenny stood up and charged in anger at the skinny inbred man… he was in no condition to fight. Ellis took a swing at Kenny and caught him in the jaw; he fell to his knees, with blood running down his cheek.
"Ya see boy? You ain't so tough." Ellis spat; his friends cheering him on in the background.
He walked towards Kenny and kicked him again, this time landing a blow on his already bruised 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 groped her and pretended to lick her. Kenny pushed himself back to his feet and looked over at Stan who nodded. He looked down at his still bleeding hand and smiled as he put one hand in his jean's pocket.
"Whats so funny?" Ellis stopped laughing. Kenny said nothing. "I asked you a question faggot!"
"You. You're pathetic. You hit like a little girl." He smirked.
"You little fucker!" he ran towards the smirking blonde; everything going as he planned.
Kenny pulled out the shard of glass he had got from the broken window and with one swift uppercut he stabbed it into the charging redneck's throat. That was their cue; everyone else had been working on cutting the ropes with the glass they had all got… everything had worked as they predicted. Stan stood up and stabbed the glass into the hick's neck before grabbing his gun. Cartman took his chance; he jumped to his feet and kneed his now startled capturer in the balls.
"Fucking told you. Square in your hick nuuuuuts!" he taunted before head-butting the man sending him to the floor.
Cartman stabbed another hick with his shard and grabbed his gun firing another shot into the hick behind Butters.
Kenny pulled out the revolver he had carefully concealed and fired his remaining shots at the men by Karen.
"EVERYONE OF YOU FUCKING STOP!" a voice boomed over the commotion.
All of the hicks had fallen; all but one. He stood behind Karen with his arm around her and gun placed against her head.
"Get your fucking hands off me!" Karen struggled.
"Shut up bitch! I'll fucking shoot!" She stopped struggling. "Drop the guns and back the fuck over dere. Slowly like!" he ordered.
Everyone stopped and did as they were told. They dropped the weapons and grouped together where the redneck had pointed.
"You little shits think you can come in to OUR town and just fucking ruin everythin! We had a swell gig going on here till you little bastards showed up."
"Jesus Christ man!" Token shouted. "It hasn't even been a full couple days and you fucking crazy assholes have already kidnapped a bunch of kids? What the fuck is wrong with you!"
"Well shit nigger. You just don't fucking understand anything do ya? This is a kill or be killed world and I sure as hell don't want to be killed. We'd been doing shit like this long before the dead started walking."
Token clenched his fists. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"I don't need to explain shit to a fucking nigger; or any of you little bastards. I'm taking this little thing here and getting the fuck out."
"If you lay a finger on her…" Kenny threatened.
"You'll do what? You can't do shit. I could blow her brains out right now and you couldn't do shit about it blondie."
"No. But I could." Kyle hit the man in the back of the head with his rifle; he fell to the floor.
"Jesus Christ you took your time." Karen laughed.
"Hey! I Just saved your ass. You could at least thank me."
"Yeah. Thanks red." She ruffled his hair. He immediately regretted leaving his hat behind.
"Thanks Jew. I had it all under control but whatever." Cartman said as he walked passed him. It was the closest thing he was getting to a thank you from Eric Cartman.
Kenny ran over to Kyle and almost pushed him off his feet in possibly the most powerful hug he has ever felt.
"I owe you big time." Kenny thanked him.
"Aww don't mention it; you would have done the same for me." Kyle blushed.
"No seriously man. Thank you." He smiled and then hugged his sister.
Kyle felt his heart sink when he suddenly remembered… how could he forget? His brother. His brother had to have died back in South Park with nearly everyone else he knew and loved. His mum, dad…brother. Gone. The pain was only hitting him now.
"Kyle!" Stan locked his arms round him.
"S-stan." Kyle felt himself turn bright red.
"Kyle? Are you okay?" Stan pulled out of the hug and looked into his friends teary green eyes.
"They're dead Stan. All dead… just like that." He fell down to the floor.
Stan sat down beside him and pulled him into another hug.
"Our whole town… all our families. Dead…" Tears began to trickle down his face.
"Please don't cry Kyle… Please." Stan begged, fighting back his own tears… it hurt him more than anyone could ever know when he seen Kyle like this. "I wish I knew the words to say to you Kyle… I wish I could tell you that they're okay and maybe they got out themselves but I can't… we seen first-hand what happened to my parents. We both know they're either dead or worse. We're all that's left of South Park now. But Kyle; we all still have each other and that's all we need now." He tightened his arms around Kyle. "We'll get through this like we get through everything. Together."