AN; Jesus, what is this chapter? I don't even know. If things were heated last chapter, shit's flaming on this one. I feel like I should bump up the rating just for the sheer amount of times I say "blood" I'd hate for it to get moderated just because I wasn't careful. What do you guys think?
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Craig came home a flustered mess. He ran up the stairs and undid the new padlock on his door. Tweek peered at him from underneath his bed. "Let's go!" He snapped, running to his closet. He grabbed an oversized hoodie (Token's, that boy was going on 6'0 nowadays.) and tossed it to him. "We have to leave now."
Tweek crawled out, confused. "Alright." He slid into the soft material, yanked the hood up.
"We have five minutes before Mom gets home with Ruby. We have to move." Craig ushered him to the driveway like a shepherd with his sheep but the thing is,Tweek hates cars. He barely tolerated them before he died and now? Now he's terrified.
He dug in his heels and whimpered. "I don't want to!" He cried. Craig growled and hurled himself back into the house, returning later with a thick slab of meat. He tore at it with his teeth as they drove, eyes darting to the side cautiously. Craig attempted to hold his hand before his boyfriend's sharp bloody teeth almost sank into his forearm. He mostly kept to himself after that. Tweek licked his lips and made a soft noise. He always seemed much more amiable after finishing a meal. "Better?" Craig teased. Tweek glared and bared his teeth before his expression softened.
"Much."
"Good, because you just ate an entire month's worth of my allowance."
"I'm worth it."
"Yes you are." He leaned over and pecked the blond on the cheek. Tweek crooned and nuzzled back against him. Craig started to swerve as Tweek pressed against his arms, spiky hair blocking his view. "Tweek, stop I can't see."
"Nngh..."
"Tweek!" He shouted. "Quit it!" The other pulled away, hurt. Craig cursed as he pulled away from the edge of the road and back into his lane.
"I'm sorry." Tweek said, eyes wide. If he was capable of crying, he would be tearing up by now. Instead, he hiccuped out ugly little dry sobs and stared out the window.
Craig bit his lip and stared straight ahead. "Just don't do it again."
"I won't." He promised.
They drove in silence until Craig stopped the car. "Get out."
Tweek scrambled out, ready to kiss the ground in joy. He stretched and flung his arms out. He felt so glad not to be cooped up in Craig's room anymore. "Where are we?" He asked.
"Middle of Bumfuck, Nowhere." Craig grinned. "You'll be safe here."
Tweek suddenly felt very scared.
Craig was going to leave him here? Alone? Did he do something wrong?
"I don't wanna stay here!" He whined. "It's cold and dark and scary!"
"You'll be fine! We used to camp out here all the time. I'll come visit everyday after school and we can go driving on the weekends." He placated, kissing both of his boyfriend's cold cheeks. "Please just for a while."
"How long is awhile?" Tweek sniffled.
"Until I graduate and can find us someplace to live."
"That's an entire year!" He shouted, aghast.
"You'll survive." Craig said firmly, taking a step back. "I'll be back tomorrow."
"Craig, wait!"
The dark haired boy stared at him from the car window before starting the engine and driving off.
Tweek screamed in anger, turning to angrily stomp off the snow-covered road. He grabbed a tree with both hands and lifted it with a grunt, hurling it clear across the forest.
It had been softly drizzling when they had left hours ago but now it seemed to pour down in buckets.
Rain ran down his face and soaked into his clothes. He licked at it, moaned deeply. Although he could no longer feel anything like hot or cold the rain would certainly make him rot faster. He needed to find somewhere dry to stay and fast.
Tweek took cover under a thick cluster of trees as lightening and thunder both shook the world and lit up the sky. He twitched in reflex.
Snow crunched under his feet as he limped a crooked path through the forest.
"Fucking Craig...fucking zombiehood...fucking everything." He growled. But he knew he shouldn't be mad at Craig. It wasn't Craig's fault he was like this; he had been nothing less than perfect ever since Tweek came back. No there was only one person to blame.
The driver of the other car.
He had never bothered to track them down and to be honest he really never cared-
he was dead and throwing a fit would only upset Craig
-but now he felt like he couldn't go on without some form of revenge.
Not eating them per say
although it hasn't been completely ruled out
maybe just some good, old fashioned bursting through their window and moaning.
You know, zombie stuff.
If he didn't fall to pieces from all this goddamn rain first that is.
His stomach growled impatiently, reminding him that his last satisfying meal had been twenty four hours ago. The rain would make smelling or hearing anything very hard so hunting something was out of the question until it let up.
He growled again.
Seriously, fuck Craig.
Of all the places to dump him he chooses a run down old camping site? This piece of crap had been abandoned for years. The only reason they ever came was so Token, Clyde and Craig could get high in peace.
God, he-
"Hey, Rosa should we do something about Marcus?"
Oh, yes.
He licked his lips and began to walk towards the voice. He still couldn't smell or really hear anything but thank God for loud, rowdy teenagers.
There were only two and they both seemed high out of their minds with another one passed out on the forest floor, bottle held loosely in his hand.
The awake two giggled under the tarp they had set up as a tent.
His stomach growled again and Tweek felt his thoughts go fuzzy as it always did before he attacke-(ate)
Could he take them both at once? He was certainly strong enough but his damn leg kept him at a brisk walk.
Why was he considering this? Whywhywhy? Humans aren't cows you don't eat people, Tweek Tweak. Stop thinking like that.
He stopped thinking.
They both screamed as he lunged although the girl attempted to leap to her feet he grabbed one throat in each hand and squeezed.
It took only seconds.
He ate the boy first; he smelled better. Tweek quickly discovered he preferred stomachs. They were delicious and easy for him to dig into even if he had to deal with all their juices gushing everywhere.
Humans were truly disgusting creatures.
When had he stopped identifying as human?
He had most of the girl for dessert but gagged when she began to cool. The rain had washed away any warmth left clinging to their skin.
It had been raining a lot the past couple of days, he noted.
The leftover boy burped and groaned. Vomit bubbled down the sides of his mouth and pooled around him. Tweek stared at him disdainfully. Like hell he was going to eat that.
Tweek shrugged and crawled under the tarp, sighing happily as he snuggled into a sleeping bag.
No rain, no rot.
Maybe he could get used to this after all.
Stan and Kyle were tangled up in each other, watching Top Gear. If it was anyone else, it would've been gay. But this was Stan and Kyle and these were manly cuddles. The redhead propped his head on top of a jutting shoulder blade. Stan was tense and his expression was dark. Kyle swallowed and squeezed.
"Ack!" He exclaimed, twisting in the vice grip. "What was that for?"
"I didn't like your expression."
"Well I don't like your mom but you don't see me going around squeezing the shit out of her!"
"Hey, man, not cool. My mom's like your mom."
It was true. He probably spent as much time around Mrs. Broflovski as he did his own mother. "Yeah, I know." He sighed. "I'm sorry."
Kyle leaned over and popped the tab on a can of Sprite. He guzzled it down in one gulp and came up for air, eyes wide. "No problem. I just wish you'd tell me what's bugging you." He paused and took a delicate sip. "Besides the whole classmate zombie thing."
"Yeah, cause that's such a little issue." Stan said sarcastically. "I mean, there's no danger of us all dying a horrible death and resurrection. Nah, I'm sure Zombie Tweek is gonna be totally cool about us killing him again."
"I don't know, man, he was pretty laidback when he was alive. I think if we ask nicely he'll be cool with it and if we promise to make sure he dies really cool. I think that'd help too."
"Kyle, I love you to death, bro, but that is probably the stupidest thing anyone has ever said ever." He laughed breathlessly.
"Made you laugh!" He crowed, holding his arms up in victory. "I am victorious! I, Kyle Broflovski, am the best friend in the history of the world!"
"Whatever!" He said, guffawing. "The second you can put up with being woken up at 5 o'clock on a Saturday to watch Dexter's Lab for 18 years, you can talk."
"Yeah, well, I've put up with your dumb, lovestruck ass for just as long, that has to count!"
"What? Lovestruck? Not even!"
"Oh, Wendy, I love you! Sooo much! Let's adopt Nigerian babies together and save the world and all its dolphins and whales and live together in harmony, harmony always!"
"Shut up!"
"Muah! Muah! Muah! Muah!"
"Oh my God someone kill me now!"
"Oh my God someone kill me now!" Ike held onto the toilet for dear life as he vomited what little remained in his stomach. He panted and closed his eyes. It felt like his body was determined to make him eject his eternal organs.
His mother stood in the doorway, a concerned expression on her matronly face. "Oh, bubbie." She said mournfully. "What can mommy do to make it better?"
"Nothing." He grunted, spitting out a mouthful of stomach acid. "Water, please."
"I'll bring you a bottle." Sheila crooned, turning away.
"And some food and a magazine. I think I'm going to be here awhile." Ike mumbled miserably.
"I don't know what's wrong with him, Gerry." She told her husband as she met him in the kitchen. She took care to grab a plastic cup with a handle. "He was feeling fine a few days ago. I'll have to call Sharon and have her check on Kyle. He shouldn't be around other people if he has what Ike has."
"I agree." Gerald kissed the top of her head. "I hope he feels better soon. It always makes me nervous when the children are ill."
"You and me both." She agreed, turning the faucet to fill the cup with water from the tap.
Yeah, so sorry this was late. I really have no excuse except for I have no computer and all chapters are written when my sister feels generous enough to lend me hers. So, I feel like this chapter had some going ons in it but let me know what you think.
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