Sorry for a longer than necessary wait for this chapter. Looking forward to continuing this story :D All review and feedback is appreciated!

Chapter 2: Losing ourselves

Stan unlocked the door to his and Kyle's apartment and led Kenny in. Kyle and Bebe, still on the couch, leaped to their feet.

"What's wrong with Kenny?" Kyle inquired as Kenny barged past and went to the bathroom.

"Uh...sit down guys." Stan gestured to the couch and walked over to the bathroom to Kenny.

"Should I tell them?"

Kenny looked down at the floor before returning to look at his friend.

"May as well. Tell them before the news does."

Kenny went into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. Stan turned and sat down on a chair next to his friends.

"What's going on?" Bebe leaned towards Stan.

"It's Karen. Kenny's sister. You know she's been ill, right?"

"Yeah." Kyle answered optimistically, knowing exactly what had happened. "It's just a cold isn't it?"

"No...she was infected."

Bebe's mouth dropped and she huddled back up to Kyle.

"From where?"

"No one knows."

"Who from?"

"No one knows! But the CDC took care of it."

"What do you mean they "took care of it"?"

"The CDC, t...they killed her."

"What?!" Kyle stood up.

"Can they actually do that to a young girl?!"

"Dude, from what Kenny told me, Karen died a long time before they shot her."

Kyle ran his hand through his hair and turned back.

"I told you someone would get it! I To-"

"Calm down, Kyle." Stan stood to be eye-level with Kyle.

"I told you that someone would get infected, but you didn't believe me. This was bound to happen."

The phone starts to ring on the other side of the apartment.

"Just hang on a minute."

Stan walks over to the phone and picks it up.

"Hello?"

A masculine voice replied on the other end.

"Hello, is his the residence of Stan Marsh and Kyle Brovlovski?"

"Who's asking?"

"I'm Johnathon Franson, I'm with the CDC. I'm calling because we understand Kenny McCormick is with you."

"I think he's had enough for one day."

"Is he with you?"

"I've told you-"

"Is he with you?"

"Yes. Why?"

"We need to speak with him."

"Fine."

Stan walks over to the bathroom and knocks on the door. Kenny opens it and Stan hands him the phone.

"Hello?"

"Kenny McCormick, this is Johnathon Franson. I'm with the CDC."

"You mean the bastards that walked into my house, pulled my family into the street then put a bag over my sister's head and shot her before sedating my dad and kidnapping him?"

"I see you don't think to highly of us."

"No. I don't"

"Look, we called to tell you we're sorry for what had to be done."

"Your sorry? You shoot my sister and your sorry?"

"We're sorry, but it was a small price to pay to protect others."

"Sma-Small price?! That's my fucking sister your talking about!"

"Hey! Calm down! No one wanted to shoot her but it was done to contain this infection. You'll receive compensation for your loss. We'll call tomorrow with more details. Goodbye."

The man hangs up and Kenny hangs up to.

"The fuck your sorry." Kenny mumbles before stumbling inside the guest room and slamming the door. Kyle, Stan and Bebe stand awkwardly in the apartment looking at each other.

"Well, that could have gone better..."

...

Stan, Kyle and Bebe are sitting on the couch, watching the local news, with Kenny still locked in the guest room.

"Our top story tonight, The infection has officially been found in Colorado. 3 cases were found today. One of a elderly man in Colorado springs, A small girl in the town of South Park and a police officer living in the outskirts of Denver. Officials for the CDC say more infections are expected and people who experience symptoms are to phone the CDC and refrain from any human contact. I'm Jackie Wilson, this is Channel 12 news."

"Three cases?" Bebe gasped, taken aback by the number in a short length of time.

"This thing is getting big. It feels surreal." Kyle was beginning to worry, so wrapped an arm around his girlfriend for mutual comfort.

"I'm gonna go check on Kenny." Stan stood up and walked towards the room. He knocked 3 times on the door.

"Come in." Kenny's voice was tired and frail. Stan opened the door slowly. Kenny was sitting on the bed, head in his hands.

" How you feeling?"

"Like shit."

"Thought you would be."

"Think this'll be it?"

"What do you mean?"

"This infection. Do you think it'll be the last struggle of mankind?"

"Your talking like a sissy."

"Then I'm talking your language. Just answer."

"I don't know." Stan lay back on the bed and Kenny fell back with him.

"But I know I've never seen anything like this before. I mean I've lived through epidemics before, bird flu and swine flu, but we're shut off. Only America, on our own. The whole country has been quarantined."

"It kinda feel's like a movie to me.", Kenny began. "You know what I mean, an infection, Zombies-"

"Zombies?"

"That's what this infection does to people."

"No, it makes them go insane. That zombie garbage is a pile of Bull shit."

"I saw it myself Stan, and there's his video too." Kenny grabbed the laptop from the nightstand and searched "Zombie infection America" into Google and clicked on the 1st result.

Man appeared on screen, filming himself. His black hair was scruffy and he had a snake tattoo on his right cheek.

"Okay, hi internet. This is Daniel from California I'm going to reveal to you the true result of this infection. I know some people won't believe me but just wait till you see one yourself. My neighbor caught the infection and his family don't want the CDC to get him. I saw him for the first time yesterday from the camera the family installed. They're living upstairs now and they let me see it. So here's the video."

The screen goes black for a few seconds then a surprisingly clear image from a camera appears on screen. It show an apartment with chairs flung on the floor. The man clears his throat to talk again.

"This is video footage from yesterday. You can see the neighbors apartment. Luckily the camera's new so there shouldn't be much blurriness so we get a good picture. OK here comes the infected."

A elderly man in striped pajamas walks on screen. He grunts and runs his hand lazily on the television. Three large dried blood stains cover his back. The man begins to turn and faces the camera. His skin is rotted and parts of it have fallen off. His eyes are empty and his teeth rotten. His hair is beginning to fall out and blood seeps from his mouth.

"I was sick the first time I saw this guys. I'm telling you this infection turns people into zombies. Now I'm no scientist, but I think this thing will kill us all. So as soon as I can I'm building up a stockpile of water and food and I'm holding out in my uncle's nuclear shelter. Hope this prepares you for the future. Good luck. Your gonna need it."

The video ends, leaving Stan staring at the screen, horrified.

"Oh My God."

"I know." Kenny closes the laptop.

"Think we should show Kyle and Bebe?" Kenny asked.

"Show us what?"

Kyle and Bebe walk in and sit down. Stan finally comes too and faces them.

"Guys, we need to warn everyone."

"Why?" Kyle was not interested in arguing with Stan.

"I'll show you."

Stan and Kenny show Bebe and Kyle the video on the laptop.

"I think I'm going to be sick." Bebe covers her mouth and Kyle pulls her in for a hug.

Stan and Kenny stand up.

"Grab your shit, we're leaving." Stan walks out the room.

"What? Now?" Kyle stands up and follows.

"Yeah. Everyday day we wait is a day that we could get infected."

"Where are we going."

"We're getting everyone. Cartman, Wendy, Butters, Clyde, Token, Red, anyone. We're not losing anyone else to the infection. We leave tomorrow morning."

"This is a bit much. I mean, 3 people in about 5 million. You need to calm down." Kyle grabs his friend's hand.

"Dude, this is for safety. How would you feel if Bebe-"

"Don't you dare bring her into this."

"Then listen to me. We'll be safer, we'll be more secure and we'll have a chance to survive."

Kyle sighs and steps back.

"I just don't know. I need to sleep, I'll see you in the morning."

Kyle walks into his room and Bebe follows. Kenny and Stan also head for their rooms for what would be their last time in a warm bed for a long time...

So, next chapter everyone's gonna get together and the infection will start to kick off big time. Next chapter should be about 1 - 2 weeks. Hopefully less. PLEASE R&R!