"Kid, hey kid. Wake up."
"GAH!" Tweek jumped to his feet as soon as soon as his eyes opened.
"Calm down kid! If they see you acting up there's no telling what they'll do."
Tweek turned around to see who the owner of the voice was; the man wore an orange shirt with a green hunting vest over it and a matching orange hat. Tweek recognised him immediately; it was Jimbo Kern, Stan's gun crazy uncle. The man had certainly aged, he must have been at least sixty by now but his personality didn't seem to change a bit.
He looked around the area he was in, it was night time and the air had a cruel cold nip to it. He was in some sort of cage with a bunch of other people, at least a hundred, talking among themselves; they were acting way too calm for people who looked like prisoners.
"W-Where are we?" Tweek twitched.
"Your guess is as good as mine kid. We're not far from home though, I can tell you that much." Jimbo answered.
"GAH. WHAT IF THEY WANT TO DO EXPERIMENTS ON US?! OR USE US TO FEED THEIR ARMY OF ZOMBIES TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD!" he was starting to lose it, not the best of times to have one of his episodes.
"Quiet down kid!" Jimbo said in a loud whisper and covered the boy's mouth. "Do you want to get yourself killed? If they see you acting up like that they might think you're infected and shot you on the spot."
Tweek's eyes widened, he didn't want to get shot, he had so much more left to do! So much left to try!
"Now I'm going to take my hand away from your mouth now, try and keep the crazy down a little."
"GAH. I'm too young to die!" he whispered loudly to Jimbo.
"Well then keep it cool kid, okay?"
"O-okay." He said followed by a smaller less violent twitch.
"Good, I'm Jimbo."
"I know you, y-you're Stan's uncle right?"
"That's right, and who might you be?"
"I'm t-Tweek."
"Oh you're the Tweak's kid, eh? Well listen here Tweek, we're going to get out of here, don't you worry about that." Jimbo assured the boy.
Tweek sat down leaning his tired body against the fence; he wanted to get a better feel for his surroundings. It was obviously some kind military base; that would make sense seeing how the people who kidnapped him were obviously military types, complete with their own standard issue M16 assault rifles. He knew a lot about the army and the government in general; why wouldn't you want to know more about the people who essentially ruled your life? Know your enemy as they say… but this was no ordinary military base. This one was different from the regular lay outs he had researched. Tweek looked outside the cage for some more potential clues; there were people all over the place in hazmat suits and there was even more people trapped in cages all around the facility. There were huge blue tents popped up the hazmat staff seemed to be coming in and out of. Tweek put all the information together and came to the conclusion; this was some kind of a biohazard containment facility... of course. They didn't know the extent of the infection so they must have figured caging people up would be the best idea, trust the government to just lock the problem up in a cage; at least they weren't killing everyone…yet. A base like this couldn't have been here this whole time, even in the mountains someone would notice something as weird as this… everything was in tents or cages, it must be a temporary base put up over night.
"W-why here…?" Tweek spoke aloud, not intending for someone to actually pay him any attention.
"Excuse me?" Jimbo questioned.
"Why here, why put up a place like this in the middle of the mountains? GAH. It d-doesn't make any sense." The confusion made him lose track of his thought and almost go into another panic fit, luckily he caught himself in a slap before he could do anything that might attract attention.
"Look Twix-"
"Tweek." He corrected.
"Tweek, whatever. We need to work out how the hell we're getting out of here before we start thinking about the whos and whys. There's no telling what these people are gonna do to us."
"It's the government man! These are the military's men!" Tweek's twitching was on the rise again.
"That's just what they want you to think! They may look like the army but there's no way they would do something like this, They must be those damn terrorists try'na trick us. I bet they caused all this zombie shit too!"
"Gah! Are you blind?! T-they're gonna do experiments on us all! GAH. I don't wanna die!"
"Kid! Stop it! I told you what they'll do if you freak out!" Jimbo covered the boy's mouth again and looked around to make sure none of the soldiers had witnessed the mini scene. "The last person to freak out like that got dragged out of here and we haven't seen them sense, you don't wanna be next now do you?"
"No, S-Sorry." Tweek sat back down on the floor and went over his mental exercises. "Happy place… I'm in a happy place."
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Tweek had drifted off, his face showing the all too rare look of peaceful bliss that he only felt on the rare occasion he actually got some sleep; his slumber didn't last long though. He jumped to his feet in a state of confused panic when he was awoken by the booming sounds of gun fire and shouting; something was happening and it couldn't possibly be good.
"Run kid! Now's our chance!" Jimbo shouted as he ran out the now open cage door.
What the hell happened? How long had he fallen asleep for? Tweek didn't know what do but he couldn't just stand there and be killed. Everyone was running out of their cages and if he didn't move soon he'd be trampled or shot, the entire base was in an uproar. Soldiers were shouting orders all over the place, the prisoners were screaming and the gunfire just seemed to get louder with each shot. He followed the crowd not knowing anything better to do and soon found out why everything was so out of a control. The monster… that thing, it had somehow found its way here, not only that, it was bigger! It must have grown at least five feet since their last encounter! Tweek pulled on his hair, almost ripping a lock out by the roots.
"H-Holy shit." Tweek almost froze, he could barely move. He managed to move just enough to make himself fall over but not enough to get back up again.
"What the hell are you doing boy?" Jimbo grabbed him, pulling him back to his feet. "Run!"
Tweek turned around and ran behind the old man, presumably towards the exit.
"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, NO!" Jimbo exclaimed as he turned back around again, signalling Tweek to do the same.
"What is it?!" he shouted, struggling to get the words out.
"Hundreds of those zombie bastards, they're gonna over run this place any second!"
"GAH!" Tweek tugged on his hair some more, was it any wonder it was so shaggy when he tugged on it like that every time things got the least bit stressful? It made Kenny's shabby home cut hair look like a work of art.
Jimbo picked up a rifle from one of the dead soldiers and checked the clip before picking up a handgun from the same corpse.
"Do you know how to fire one of these?" Jimbo offered the handgun to Tweek.
"Y-yeah." He may have only learned a few hours ago but hey, it still counts.
"Okay good, we need to get ready. Things are about to get real messy."
Tweek checked the clip and undid the safety on the gun, he fired a shot into the twenty five foot monstrosity behind him hoping to do some damage, the creature didn't even seem to notice, not even a flinch
"Save your ammo kid! Let those terrorist bastards deal with them ." Jimbo said.
"AH. But who's going to deal with them?!" Tweek raised a good question.
"With any luck that big bastard and them will take care of each other. They'll not bother us as long as we're helping fend of these other bastards.
"Y-yeah. Right." Tweek picked up a few extra magazines from the corpse.
Jimbo undid his new M16's safety and aimed at the gate. "Now get ready! Here they come."