Stan went down to the basement, and rounded up his parent's guns. He threw them out.

"But I want the big one!"Cartman whined. Kyle sighed and they traded.

"Ok, so we need a plan," Ike started, closing the basement door.

"Keep quiet, move slowly," Kenny offered.

"Aim for their head."

"If in doubt, act like one of them."
"Don't use light at night."
"Find a safe place with plenty of food."
"Find a double story place food, and blow up the staircase."
"These are all great ideas, but we need a safe haven to get to."

"The mall?"
"So unoriginal Kyle."
"Chef's house?"
"Not safe enough."
"How aboot..." Ike glared as Cartman stifled a giggle.

"Dude, this is serious!" Kyle snarled.

"Ok, we'll head back to Craig's and warn our friends."
"They might be zombies!"
"We can't risk it!"
"Can I drive?"

Ike put the car into reverse. The boys were arguing and scared out of their wits. Nobody was thinking clearly. He pulled out of the garage, and then did a wicked spin in the BMW owned by Stan's parents. He accelerated onto the road and drove straight through a hoard of zombies. He watched as everyone closed their eyes.

"This isn't happening, this isn't happening, this isn't happening..." Kyle chanted to himself over and over.

"Kyle, dude, it's happening," snapped Stan. Ike was a little put off. Stan and Kyle never fought, not properly.

Ike flew down the road until he got to Craig's house.

"So much for keeping quiet and moving slowly," muttered Kenny, "Now we have everyone's attention."

He gestured to the army of the undead closing in on the car.

"Drive! Drive into the house!" Shrieked Cartman. Nobody knew if he was serious or thought that driving high speed into a house was cool, but suddenly Ike burst through the wall of Craig's house, and drove crazily though the kitchen until he burst onto the patio. The headlights revealed annoyed bodies standing up and covering their eyes. The zombies hadn't reached them yet. Because they were silent and still and in the dark. We'd given away their hiding place. The army behind us groaned, and Stan got out of the car to climb up onto the roof.

"Ok, everyone get into this car. Get Craig's parent's car and if you see a car parked outside get it. Use anything you can to get it to start-hairpins, whatever. Get it and follow us."

Ike turned back in the driver's seat to see that the zombies were a good twenty metres away-they would have time to get their cars.

"No way man," Clyde said, "we're sleeping."

"Listen, we don't have much time-"

"Flip the car!" Yelled Craig. There was a shout of agreement, and then Bebe rushed to the scene waving her hands.

"This shouldn't get out of hand guys..."

"Listen, this may be hard to believe but there is a zombie apocalypse going on right now..."

The crowd booed, and Craig shoved Bebe out of the way and pushed Stan off the car roof. He fell onto the tiles, and Craig got on top of him. Stan's always been a pacifist, hated fighting with anybody, but when lives are at stake he can pack a pretty decent punch. Craig staggered off, holding his nose. Kyle opened the car door to rush to Stan's aid, and Kenny opened the door. Damien went for Craig then, threatening: "Don't touch my girlfriend!"

Kyle whistled for attention, and made an announcement once every pair of eyes was looking at him.

"Thank you. Now, we need to get in a car and drive somewhere safe to avoid the zombies. We only have room for one more passenger-"

He was cut off as Tweek dived in and slammed the door.

"Nygargh! I hear the groa-groaning! Ah!" Everyone stopped what they were doing and were quiet. The groaning was louder, because the zombies were only fifteen metres away.

"Oh my god!" Wendy cried, pointing. The zombies had reached the top of the hill towards the house, and limped towards them.

"Dude," Token ran out of the demolished house and jumped in his flashy red sports car.

Craig, Damien, Bebe and Rebecca scrabbled into that car, and then a bomb of a car screeched onto the patio. The driver, Clyde, helped Jimmy and Timmy into his car, and the Tourettes kid Thomas leaped into the available seat.

Kelly, Kenny's ex-girlfriend pulled up in a huge shiny four-wheel drive, and called over to Bradley, Butters and Pip, the last remaining people. Kyle was sad that the other people from the school he would never see again because they hadn't been invited to the party-the Goths, the emos, the ugly kids, that annoying basketball kid Branson... even those vampire kids... But he had to get moving to save his own life. They clambered back into the BMW, and drove down the line of cars to the front.

Stan stood up on the roof again.

"Everyone follow my car," he turned to see the zombies less than five metres away and said hurriedly, "We're heading to uh," Kyle saw he was sweating over where to go, and joined him on the roof. With the zombies so close they needed someone who could make quick decisions.

"Bennigans the family restaurant!" Everyone turned to look at him.

"Food, strong doors, a phone..."

"Goody!" They heard the muffled yell of Butters from the four wheel drive.

"Let's drive!" Stan cheered, slipping back into the car.

"You better let me drive, I know where Bennigans is."

"Ok," Ike said sliding over. Then a thought struck him. He'd never see his girlfriend Flora again. He'd known her since kindergarten, when she was the most indecisive girl in class. She used to go out with the bully, Filmore, but only recently started going out with Ike.

"I have to make a stop along the way," Ike said in a business-like tone.

"It's too risky." Stan said bluntly, starting up the car. Ike opened the door and army-rolled out of the moving car, and rushed over to a motor-bike on the opposite side of the road.

"Ike, get back here!" Kyle was hysterical.

Ike roared down the road, attracting the attention of a few zombies from the mob.

"Go after him, Stan!"

"I can't," Stan looked at Kyle guiltily, "I have like, twenty other lives in my hands."
Kyle's eyes filled up with tears as the car drove down the road. Would he ever see Ike again?