Summary: Oh Crap! It would seem the undead has taken over the world! Well don't that beat all. Slash.
Disclaimer: ……noo….I don't own it… :sulks:
Before we start, some warnings for you: Slash (later), blood, guts, all that good stuff, language, pish whatever.
Rating: T… maybe M later. Maybe.
Kenny sat on his bed, happily flipping through a Penthouse magazine.
He grinned devilishly, oh yes he was gonna have some fun with this.
A flu virus was going around.
Less girls.
Less boys.
Made Kenny a very sad young man.
His hand went to the button of his jeans but he was interrupted by the door flinging open.
"Gllrrph…" Stuart stood, his body sagging slightly, leaning on the wall.
Oh great. Drunk again?
"Uhm… hi. Dad." Kenny smiled, unsure. This was different. He wasn't yelling or beating… he wasn't really doing… much.
"Mhhn…" Stuart moaned, stumbling forward.
Kenny stood. Something was… wrong.
His fathers arms stretched for him lazily and Kenny's blue eyes shot up in realization, "That's it! You look like a zombie from one of those horror films!" He said, oddly proud. But something in his fathers eyes scared him more than normal.
They were glazed, but not like they usually were… it just didn't seem… quite human…
"Uh.. Well I gotta go… to… Stan's" He was in almost a daze, his father grabbed his shoulder and he could've sworn he saw Stuart bare teeth and lean towards him, but in fear he pushed him backwards, hard.
He jogged out of the room.
Naturally running right back to get his beloved Penthouse.
Magazine clutched in his hand, he rushed to his beat up car and sped away to Stan's… or bumped along as fast as he could, whichever.
Kenny rang the bell to his friends house, waiting … for a moment but then turning back to see a girl figure limping about not to far off. She looked hurt.
"He-hey! …You alright, there?" He called across the street, to which she paid no attention and came closer… to give him a better sight.
Her jaw… seemed to be dislocated and bloody, part of her bottom lips was torn, revealing bloody teeth and gum. She wore a pink flowered shirt and tan pants, torn and crimson.
"Holy shit! Dude! Open the fuck up right now!" Kenny spazed, yelling to his friend, the door opened, revealing the raven haired boy, looking peeved and tired.
"Dude.. Its 2 am!" Stan complained.
"I know, but look" He pointed across the street to the girl, "Something's seriously wrong with her."
"Oh my god!" He whispered loudly, stepping forward, "Dude she needs a doctor."
Kenny blinked… "No, my dad was doin' this too! Dude, they're zombies!"
Stan looked over his shoulder and snorted, "Don't be ridiculous, Kenny. You've been watching too many scary movies."
Stan had walked down his drive way and halfway across the street to meet the injured girl.
"He-hello. Uhm… I'm going to call for an ambulance and-" The girl's pale hands reached out and grasped his shoulders, he grimaced at her lip… or her… not-lip. She snarled and lurched forward, scaring the hell out of him, a cry escaping his lips.
"Shit." Kenny looked around and grabbed a pot of flowers resting on Stan's porch, "Hold on!"
Stan was on his back, a piece of his leather jacket in the girl's mouth. She seemed to be eating it, with a dissatisfied face. She lunged at him again just as Kenny came, smashing the pot upon her head he grabbed Stan under his arms and pulled him up, looking down and the no motionless girl.
"Told you! Zombies." He said.
Kyle Broflovski glared daggers at the boy next to him. Not fair, not fair, not fair.
It was 2 AM in the morning for gods sake! He did not want to be withCartman, of all people. In this crappy bus station. In this crappy North Park, where buses apearently never went to.
"God... this really sucks." Kyle groaned, plopping down oon a bench and crossing his arms, trying to get warm.
"Tell me about it Jew." Cartman said, glaring and looking ahead, where the hell was the bus?
They had unfourtunatly been paired up in a science prject, in which they needed needed to visit a museum to study ancient art afacts. It was miracle that Cartman had came with, although, like usual they had been at eachothers throats all day long.
The bus pulled up, "Thank God!" Cartman yelled, walking quickly to the bus, Kyle following close behind.
The door to the bus opened and an odd smell hit Cartman and Kyle, "Aw, man! It smells like ass in here!"
Kyle rolled his eyes but grimiced. It did smell... really bad too...
They both put some money in the plastic box by the driver and walked to the back.
There were five of them in all, Cartman, Kyle, the driver, a girl who was sleeping quietly against a window and an older man, his face in his hands. They sat in the same seat, a couple rows behind the man.
"Someone in here really needs to learn about deoderant." Cartman complained and Kyle elbowed him.
"They can hear you, dumbass!" He hissed quietly.
"I dont-" Cartman was cut off abruptly by a long moan and the girl's eyes opened, she looked back to the man and her jaw dropped. He stood slowly and Catrtman laughed as he swayed into the asile.
"Excuse me. Could you please sit, sir?" The driver asked.
He groaned in response.
"Are you- Holy Shit!" The drivers looked into the mirror and lost control of the bus, it spun slightly to a halt and the man in the aisle fell. The girl stood first, as well as everyone else.
"Did you see him!" She screeched to the driver, "He... he has n-no face!" And she threw up all over the dirty floor of the bus.
The man got back up and the girl screamed and left her seat to stand by the driver, who opened the door.
"Com'on, kid." She whispered to the girl, gesturing her to make her leave, "B-boys, break open a window, I-I don't whats wrong with him but you need to-to leave! ...So this is what the radio was talking about" She murmered, leaving behind the girl.
"What.. whats going on?" Kyle asked and the dead man turned, one eye hanging from a socket, the other missing comepltely. His face, scarred and bloody. Kyle gaged and Cartman was quiet for once.
A/N: Hi! This is the 2nd chapter! But I didn't like the first, now its chapter uno. I hope you guys liked it, it was fun writing. Anyway I don't know the pairings yet. So I'm totally open to ANY pairing ideas, Slash, Non-Slash, FemmeSlash, you name it : P Reviews mon petit nachos.