Heehee. I've gotten different pairing ideas from people:

Stan/Kyle

Kenny/Kyle

Stan/Kenny or Kenny/Stan

Cartman/Kyle

Hmm… well there won't be romance in this chapter so I'm not worried about picking pairings quite yet. BUT I have decided all pairings will be chosen by the reader! That means you! You have control! … And I like reviews . … though I'm kinda confused as how I'm going to work this out… -' ooh well. I'll know the pairings by chapter 3.

Disclaimer: I still don't own it.

Rating: T

Warning: Slash (Male/Male relationships) but not yet, blood and guts, yucky stuff like that. And swearing…. Though I kinda doubt any SP fans are offended by cusses.

"Kenny!"

"…What?"

"You killed her!"

"She was already dead, Stan."

"Oh my god! Your insane, dude. It was-" He stopped mid sentence, a low moan stopping him. He turned, a man only ten feet away, blood dripping from his head.

Two pairs of blue eyes widened Kenny grabbed Stan's arm and they both sprinted to the house.

Stan sat on his couch next to Kenny, the doors locked, the windows closed, not that they would be open on this cold Colorado night…

"Do… you really think they're zombies?"

He heard a siren in the distance.

"Yeah dude, did you see her?" Kenny nodded.

Stan took a deep breath in, "Alright… so…"

Kenny reached over for the remote. "We can check the news if you want."

Stan looked at him as though he was insane, "Its like 2:30, Kenny! Who broadcasts news this early?"

"…When.. There's zombies they do." Kenny smiled pressing down the little red power button on the remote.

On screen was an infomercial, a skinny blonde was onscreen a white smile and straight teeth as she talked proudly about an acne cream.

Stan blinked, sitting back, maybe nothing was wrong, he was actually scared for a moment.

"Hold on! Hold on! Channel four has a news coverage." He pushed in 4.

On the screen was a young man, walking down the street. "Why, Meredith! I loved you so much!"

Stan laughed, "It's a crappy soap opera or something. Just turn it off."

Kenny shrugged, "Kay."

Kyle found it hard to tear his eyes from the gruesome man in front of him.

"Mhhhnn…!" the man groaned walking towards them.

"Ca-Cartman! Break open the window!"

Cartman, uncharacteristically, obeyed, pushing against the window with his book bag.

"Its not breaking!" He told him, fear in his eyes, "Shit."

The man staggered closer, nearly cornering them in their seats and Cartman glared daggers, what the fuck? He wasn't gonna die by some freak with an eyes hanging from its socket!

He grabbed his backpack and shoved it forced it into the man's stomach.

"Get the hell away, Asshole!" He yelled, watching the dead man stumble back and land on the bus floor.

Kyle ran from the seat and down the aisle, Cartman right behind him, and exited the bus.

The two girls weren't in sight, no one was. They were stranded on the long road between South and North Park, the bus right

"Which way…?" Kyle asked softly, shaken a bit.

"That way, idiot. Did you loose your brains as well as a clean pair of pants on the bus?" He huffed, regaining all of his cruel brash self.

Kyle glared, "Shut up, the bus swerved when she stopped! It could be the other way." Kyle pointed out.

Cartman rolled his eyes, "Its this way , Jew."

"No its not!"

Pat Pat Pat

They both turned their heads to see the zombie man tripping down the steps.

"Holy Crap!" Kyle yelled, both of them speeding off in the direction Cartman had advised.

Cartman would have smirked in pride but was too preoccupied with running as fast as he could. They finally stopped, looking back.

Good. No dead people.

Cartman's hand went to his knees and he breathed harshly, trying to catch his breath.

In the distance they could see a sign, "SOUTH PARK" printed in big black letters and under it in smaller print, 2 miles.

"…See… told you it… was.. this… way!" Cartman said through gasps for air.

Kyle sighed and kept walking, his hands in his pockets.

Kenny was asleep, his head resting on Stan's shoulder as Stan flipped through channels. Nothing was on. But it was about 5:00am…

He heard another siren.

12th one that night.

He sighed, he should get some sleep… but he couldn't. Kenny had to be wrong.. Zombies. That wasn't possible. He tried to assure himself this.

He switched the channel again, his eyes bulging and his jaw dropping slightly when a loud buzzing noise entered his ears.

"Please remain calm! And in your homes! You will be safe if you remain inside!" It was males voice, sterna and loud.

No way…

"The police are handling everything!"

Kenny…

"If you see someone seriously injured and walking very dazedly please stay away! We will give you more updates soon!"

Was right.

He listed symptoms of, "an infected person" and then the message started again with two long loud buzzes.

He stood, Kenny landed on the couch where Stan had been sitting. Still asleep. That was Kenny, who could sleep through a tsunami.

Stan walked to the windows drawing back a blind and peering out. He cold see a couple of them, tripping around.

Weapons.

He rushed around the house, grabbing anything he could find, fire poker, umbrella, broom, and pans and piled them all next to the couch… ready to attack, he fell into a light sleep, figuring he'd need rest, waking up at every little movement.

1 mile to go!

Cartman groaned, annoyed, "This is taking forever!" He complained looking to Kyle who was staring ahead. A car was stalled alongside the road. "Oh thank God!" Cartman cried, running to the car.

"Cartman! That's someone's car, leave it alone." Kyle called to him.

"Shut up Jew. Do you really wanna walk another mile?" Cartman hopped in, "The keys are in it."

Kyle turned. "…Fat ass. Get out…" His head glanced to the k of the car… in the backseat was a dog, his face wet with drool, and his eyes glazed, his body was torn, partial organs hanging out, "Get out!" He yelled this time, running to the car. The engine revved. And the dog was pawing at the back of Cartman's seat.

Kyle tore off a pipe that was, ungracefully hanging from the back of the car and tore the backseat door open, grabbing the dog by the collar and tearing him from the car. The dog wobbled for Kyle, snarling deliriously.

And Kyle tightly closed his eyes and swung at it.

When he opened them back up the dog was laying on the pavement, unmoving and looking a bit like road kill. Kyle immediately looked away, grossed out.

"Your lucky you didn't break the car doing that." Cartman said.

"I saved your life doing that!" He argued.

Cartman rolled his eyes dramatically, "I knew he was there!" He lied.

Kyle sighed and went to the passenger side of the car, "Whatever you say Cartman…" He didn't feel like fighting, the car rolled along to the mountain town of South Park.

.… -.-

I didn't like it. But the next chapter will be super good : ) promise! Just like homemade cookies!

Bien tot.