A/N
Guys, I found it so hard to write this chapter. I was writing line after line, then deleting them and writing something completely different. However, I'm happy enough with how it turned out in the end, regardless of the time it took to finish it. Also, trying to give every character a bit of dialogue is really frustrating now that Craig's group have entered the scene. However, it's still fun to introduce new personalities and the feelings of the new individuals. Enjoy!
"YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!" Craig screamed, pulling Kyle out of his hiding place and throwing him against the wall. "YOU BROUGHT YOUR LITTLE SHIT OF A BROTHER HERE AND LET HIM TAKE MY SISTER AWAY, YOU FUCKER!" Kyle ducked as a fist came flying at his jaw. He punched Craig in the stomach in self-defence, regretting the decision as soon as he had made it. He was tackled to the ground, body crushed under the weight of his foe. He immediately bit the other's arm in an attempt to free himself, but was greeted by a sickening smack across the face.
"Craig!" Token yelled, dragging him away from the struggling redhead. "Calm the fuck down, we need to figure this shit out!"
"Calm the fuck down? CALM THE FUCK DOWN? Ruby is gone, Token, and it's these prick's faults!"
"We can't know that for sure unless we hear what they have to say," was Token's stern response. "Go sit down and try to regain some sense, man." He complied angrily, trudging over to the bed and collapsing onto it. Meanwhile, Stan was helping his shocked boyfriend off of the floor.
"Why the fuck are you two even here?" Clyde snarled. "Are the other two assholes here too?" Upon hearing this, Kenny bravely crawled out from under the bed and stood up. Cartman reluctantly followed, watching uncomfortably at the angry glares they were receiving. "Fuck sake, why don't we all just have a fucking tea party?"
"We were trying to get Karen," the blond explained, ignoring Clyde's comment. "Ike wasn't even with us so we have no idea how he got here. We were about to leave but we weren't exactly in any rush seeing as you guys randomly decided to show up."
"Well, there's the door," Clyde gestured towards the entrance.
"Wait, g-guys," Tweek spoke up. "We can't just force them to leave without m-making sure that they'll be alright."
"That's not our problem, Tweek," Clyde retorted. "They shouldn't have been here in the first place."
"Clyde, shut up for a second," Token rolled his eyes at his friend. "You're right, Tweekers, we can't do something so inhumane. From the looks of it, they have no car, and we can hardly expect them to go on foot. We're all in this together now."
"No we're fucking not!" Cartman scoffed. "Just give us the car and we'll be on our way."
"As if we'll be giving you the car any time soon, fatass."
"Why the fuck not?"
"Because you're a reckless sociopath, that's why."
"Shut up Token! Shut your goddamn mouth!"
"Enough!" Kenny shouted, silencing the bickering young men. "If we're going to survive this mess then we need to learn to get along."
"If you think I'm going to be civil with Marsh, you're dangerously retarded," Craig sneered from his place on the bed.
"Alright, you listen here, Fucker," Stan began, glaring daggers at the other noiret. "I'm already struggling not to beat the shit out of you for laying your filthy hands on my boyfriend, so I'd watch it if I were you."
"I'll do whatever the fuck I want."
Stan stood up abruptly, but was quick to be pulled back down by the small Jew beside him. "Let it go," he whispered.
"No, he fucking hurt you, Kyle."
"I'm fine."
"No, you're fragile. You can't handle being tossed around like that."
"I'm sure he gets tossed around the bedroom enough times to be able to withstand it, Marsh," Clyde taunted.
"Go fuck yourself, prick," Kyle retorted.
"What the fuck did you call me?"
"A prick. P-R-I-C-K. Prick. And a dense one at that." Token grabbed the brunet's jacket, holding him back before he could stomp over to the redhead and slap him silly. There was obvious tension in the room. The two groups of friends had never spoken to one another in a positive way since elementary school, and even back then it was rare.
"Guys, c-can we just start over?" Tweek sighed. "This is getting w-way out of hand. I don't know about you, but I'd l-like to make it out of this alive. W-we can't survive with s-such small groups, so I say we t-team up. Fight this together." The other males looked around at one another. They hadn't expected Tweek, of all people, to be calm and collected in such a deadly scenario. In fact, they had all assumed that he'd be pacing back and forth across the room, freaking out about the "pressure" of the situation. Even when the boys were fighting he wasn't bouncing off of the walls. That sort of thing usually made him very nervous, especially when Craig was involved. "I know we don't l-like each other, b-but that's not our biggest p-problem right now," he continued.
"Couldn't have said it better myself, Tweek," Kenny commended, smiling at the courage of the shorter blond. "So, how the fuck are we going to get out of here?"
"We have Craig's car, but it'll only fit five people," Token sighed.
"Okay, let's plan this out," Stan said thoughtfully. "Craig, you can drive, since it's your car. Clyde can sit in the front beside you with Tweek on his lap. In the back, Cartman, Token, and I will sit in the seats while Kenny sits on Cartman's lap and Kyle sits on mine. Got it?"
"Fuck no!" Cartman scoffed. "Po' boy ain't sitting on my lap, hippie. We're not all fags, here."
"Well you sure as fuck ain't sitting on mine, fatass," Kenny retorted. "How else do you expect us to fit?"
"Throw the two homos in the trunk. They'd probably appreciate the privacy."
"Guys, shut up for a second," Clyde rolled his eyes. "We need to figure this out."
"What's there to figure out?" Kyle inquired. "What Stan said was perfect, so that's what we're doing."
"I'm not driving," Craig mentioned.
"Why not?" Stan deadpanned, annoyed by the other male's difficulty.
"Because, Marsh, I don't fucking want to. I'll sit in the passenger seat with Tweek and someone else can drive."
"I'll drive," Token offered.
"Fine," Kyle muttered, turning towards Kenny and Cartman. "Are you two going to swallow your pride and get over yourselves, or are we going to have to go without one of you. If that's the case, I vote Cartman."
"Stupid Jew," Cartman mumbled under his breath.
"I don't mind what I have to do, Ky," Kenny began. "It's Cartman that's being problematic."
"Agreed," Tweek commented.
"Fine!" Cartman yelled in defeat, throwing his arms in the air. "He can sit on my fucking lap. Jesus tap-dancing Christ."
"Great," Craig mumbled.
"I'll carry one of the bags," Token informed them. "Clyde, get the other one."
"Let's go then," Clyde announced, picking up the bag of eatables and swinging it over his shoulder. The eight teenagers trudged their way down the stairs and towards the front door, Stan making sure to stay as close to Kyle as possible. He didn't want a single finger to be placed on the redhead after today's events. As for Craig and Tweek, their motive for walking unusually close to each other was unknown, although Stan had a slight inkling as to why.
Kenny placed his hand on the doorknob, preparing to open it and dash to the vehicle parked close by. However, Clyde pulled him back, pointing a shaky finger towards the adjacent window. "Oh, fuck."
Just outside the door was a hoard of bloodthirsty zombies, flooding the once safe, friendly neighbourhood. Luckily, they weren't anywhere near the entrance of the tan coloured house. Unluckily, some of them were swarming the nearby vehicle, making it nearly impossible to reach. "Everyone, grab a gun," Craig ordered. "We're leaving on three."
"What?" Tweek screeched. "That's c-crazy, man. W-we're going to die!"
"Tweek, I know this seems insane, but you have to trust us," Kyle said soothingly as Cartman passed the twitching blond a pistol.
He stared at the redhead in disbelief, hoping to God he would crack a smile and tell him that he was just kidding. However, all he got was a hopeful look. He nodded, accepting the pistol reluctantly. Once everyone had a suitable weapon for their strength and ability, they gathered around the front door. Once again, Kenny placed his palm on the door handle.
"One... Two... THREE!"
"Shit!" Ike exclaimed, helping the girls onto a nearby dumpster before climbing on himself. "What the fuck do we do?"
"Ike, we need to go to the police station right now," Karen cried, holding the injured redhead's arm. "There's weapons there! There could be people there! They might know how to help Ruby!"
"I'm okay," Ruby whispered painfully. "I can still use my knife. We'll be fine."
"But what if you're not okay?" Ike questioned. "We don't know what will happen because of your wound, Ruby."
"We'll worry about that later," she snarled. "As for now, we need to get the fuck out of this shit hole. Any ideas, genius?"
"We'll go by roof," he decided. "That's how I got to you guys. Trust me, it's not as scary as it looks. We'll be off the streets, away from the monsters."
"But Ike," Karen added. "The police station is on the opposite side of the street. We'll have to make a run for it."
"We'll cross the street once we get over there. It's too risky to do it now. Who knows, that area could be completely empty. And if it's not, we'll think of something else. All I know is that this place isn't empty. Not by a long shot. This is our only option."
"Then that's what we'll do," Ruby mentioned.
"One other thing," Karen winced. "How are we going to get into the station? Don't they keep the doors locked at all times?"
"We'll break a window," the young boy spoke up. "We can't exactly get arrested for it. Besides, haven't you guys ever wondered what it would be like to do something against the law?"
Karen bit her lip whilst Ruby just rolled her eyes. "Fine, Canada, let's go."
Ike and Karen boosted Ruby onto the roof of the nearby building with ease, making sure she didn't put a strain on her injured limb. Once she was safely perched atop the raised platform, she helped pull up her friend as Ike supported her from below. They then reached down and put a tight grip on the Canadian's arms, hauling him onto the roof as he kicked himself off of the dumpster.
"Fuck!" Ruby hissed, holding her arm.
"Is everything okay?" Karen asked with a panicked tone to her voice.
"Let's just keep moving," the other girl replied.
Ike led them from building to building, making sure that they didn't fall while stepping along the slanted roofs. Eventually, they made it to the police station, but the streets weren't as safe as they had hoped they would be. It wasn't as bad as the state of Craig's neighbourhood, but it sure as hell wasn't much better. Decaying bodies of caked dirt and muck roamed the streets, intimidating the trio. Never before in their young lives had they witnessed such a horrendous sight. Well, not in real life. They had seen plenty of horror movies involving undead creatures and apparitions during their sleepovers; Ike being the one to suggest them. He adored the way Karen clung to him for dear life out of fear.
"We need to cause a distraction," the noiret explained. "We can lure them away for a small amount of time, and that's when we'll make a run for it. But there can't be any stalling. If we're going to do this, we have to do it right. So, any clues on how to draw them away?"
"We could throw something," Karen suggested, "like a rock or a stone."
"I highly doubt a rock would grab their attention," Ruby scoffed.
"Hey, everything's an option," Ike scolded. "We need to keep an open mind."
"I honestly think this could work!" Karen exclaimed. "There's a bunch of loose slates and rubble up here. If we all throw of them at once at something, we might get some of them to follow, which could lead to more of them following. We have to try!"
"You may be onto something, Kar," Ike smiled at her. "It's worth a shot. Okay, guys, grab as much random shit as possible and chuck it at that stop sign over there."
They each picked up handfuls of debris and flung it at the designated target, causing a series of soft bangs and thumps. It wasn't very effective as only a couple of the walkers that were nearby started heading towards the sound. "We need something louder," Ruby informed them, rubbing up and down her arm in an attempt to soothe the aching pain.
"There's nothing else here that we can use," Karen whined, glancing around herself.
"How about our knives?"
The two girls looked at Ike in astonishment. "Are you insane?" Ruby yelled.
"Think about it," the male said, shushing her. "Once we make it across the road, we'll break into the station and have all the weapons we could possibly dream of."
"You're retarded."
"Ike?" Karen spoke quietly. "I'm not sure if this is such a good idea. I mean, we only have three knives so there won't be much of a difference to last time."
"Well, our only other option is making a run for it," Ike rolled his eyes.
"Right, but at least this way we'll have weapons," Ruby snarled. "With your other idea, we would have been running across the street barehanded with just as much fuckers as there is now."
"Okay, okay, it was a bad idea. Goddamn…"
"How about we sleep on it?" Karen suggested. "It's getting dark and I'm exhausted. We're completely safe here, so why don't we just take a break? Ruby, you look like you could use some rest." She was right. The redhead was becoming paler by the minute, it seemed. Her eyes were beyond bloodshot, standing out against her almost pure white skin. Her wound, on the other hand, was quite the opposite. It had grown darker, almost black. The blood had dried, becoming clotted and chunky, no longer dribbling down her arm. However, a greenish substance had made it's way out of the cut. To make a long story short, it was an atrocity.
"Good call," Ike spoke. The trio backed up against the wall, huddling up close together for warmth. Ruby was out like a light in minutes, leaving Ike and Karen to their own devices.
"Ike?"
"Yeah, Kar?"
"I want to tell you something, just in case we don't make it out of this alive."
He faced her, taking her hands in his. "Karen, we're going to make it."
"Promise?"
"Promise." They laid like that for a while, hands still clasped together. They had no intention of letting go any time soon. "What was it that you wanted to tell me?"
"Don't worry about it."
A/N
N'awwh. I couldn't help myself. Just a little side note, I want you guys to know that, no matter what, I'm not giving up on this story. I know the updates are all over the place and I don't know what the fuck I'm doing half the time, but I'm determined to complete this story. Don't give up on me, please! I'm constantly giving excuse after excuse but in all honesty, school is really fucking up my life at the moment. I wish I could just plant myself in my desk chair and write for the rest of eternity, but algebra is cock blocking me. Sincerest apologies. Anyway, thanks so much for reading!