"Craig!" Tweek screamed at the sight of the body on the floor and rushed to him.
Unfortunately a strong hand grabbed his arm, preventing him from leaving the doorway, "hold it right there." Sharron snapped, "don't act rashly."
The shaking blond felt tears in his eyes, "but, it has to be Craig."
As one the group approached the body, Tweek trying to get there first, all weapons ready but they weren't needed as the body's head have been smashed in.
All over the floor were miniature bottle of liquor, all empty, and the post preventing entry to a certain area had been used as a weapon; the zombie had been ripped open and one thing was certain, it wasn't Craig.
"how long has it been here?" Stan asked.
Kenny shrugged, "it's pretty decomposed, more than a week."
"alright nerds!" Shelley broke from the group, slinging her flamethrower over her shoulder, "let's look around, might be stuff we can take."
Sharron nodded in agreement and everyone split different ways; the electricity was still working as the schooling show was playing overhead, they found several skeletons through the whole place and nothing much to pillage.
"er, Tweek?" Butters suddenly called from the foyer.
The small blond was pointing his flashlight at the wall beside the lonely payphone; written in bold letters was:
Tweek. Call Me
Tweek didn't even have to think, grabbing the receiver he immediately punched in Craig's cell number; the blond didn't remember a lot of things, like lists and where he left his shoes, but his boyfriend's cell number was permeably burned into his brain.
There was a tense pause from everyone gathered in the foyer, even Shelley was silent, as the ringing seemed to echo across the room.
The phone rang and rang for so long Tweek began to panic that it would go to voicemail or Craig wouldn't be able to answer.
"'Hello? Tweek?" came a breathy voice from the other end.
Out of shock Tweek nearly dropped the receiver, "arg! Craig?" he gasped.
"Craig! Craig wake up you lazy idiot!" the voice was distant and there was a thud from the other end.
The sound of fumbling was heard and Tweek held his breath, "Tweek, is it really you?"
It was Craig, all nasal and hopeful, and Tweek suddenly found himself crying, not realising until that moment how much he'd really missed his boyfriend.
"fuck, you're really there aren't you." Craig gave a small laugh.
Tweek laughed wetly, he rubbed his eyes, "I'm sorry I took so long."
"two bloody weeks Tweek, dam right you're sorry." Craig teased before the other person was talking again.
"who's that?" the blond asked, finally steadying his voice.
"it's Kyle…" Craig told him.
Tweek nearly dropped the phone again in excitement, he turn to the others, "Kyle, he's there with Craig." He said happily to Stan and Kenny, who quickly rushed to the payphone.
"who's there with you? Didn't you travel alone? What's happened in these two weeks?" Craig asked in a rush.
The shaking blond couldn't help but laugh, "I left South Park with Kenny and Butters but we bumped into Stan and his family today." He explained, "I'll tell you more when I see you." He added in a whisper.
Suddenly the phone was removed from Craig, "Stan, you douchbag, are you there?" Kyle snapped angrily down the phone, "you dick I nearly got eaten and you weren't there." He sounded hurt.
Stan looked slightly guilty, but mostly amused, "I'm sorry dude." Was all he said.
"well, stay where you are, the government are coming for you." Kyle huffed.
The three teens at the phone exchanged confused looks, "the, the government?" Tweek squeaked.
"just wait there for it." Craig instructed, "trust us."
So they all waited, out on the grass, looking up at the stars; Randy was allowed to start a barbeque so there was delicious, hot food for once.
Unfortunately it still seemed like Kenny and Butters were sour with each other, so much so that they were refusing to pass anything to each other.
"why don't you say sorry to him?" Tweek whispered to Butters, he'd been sitting miserably by himself.
The small blond frowned, "cos I'm not sorry." He spat out.
"we could be the last people on earth and you're going to hold onto your petty anger." Tweek told him firmly.
It looked like Stan was have a similar word with Kenny, only with a few more profanities, until the poor blond approached them.
"come talk to me Butters." Kenny said softly, gesturing to the RV.
After what seemed like an eternity the sound of a helicopter filled the air; it was bright white against the night, lights flashing and blowing everything around.
Tweek looked excitably inside the helicopter for Craig but it was only man in dark army gear and the pilot.
Taking what they could from the RV everyone climbed into the helicopter and watched at the world grow smaller and smaller behind them; they flew for so long the sun began to rise and Tweek had no idea if they were even still in America.
The place they landed was bare, just the entrance to some kind of bunker, there were no guards at the doors but plenty of cameras and the army man had to swipe several keycards before they could even make it through the first door.
It looked like a film set, barren but people everywhere, all dressed in either lab coats or army gear; there was a whole room of CCTV footage, several were cordoned off to most and they almost walked to the complete other end before they reached the living quarters.
"Tweek!" came Craig's happy voice.
The last Tucker looked out of place without his usual clothes, dressed in soft white clothes his dark hair looked unnatural and he was even paler than before but his smile was brighter than it had even been.
Kyle was dressed identical, his shock red hair standing out brightly in the bare hallway, the book he'd been holding clattered to the ground, breaking the spine.
Without missing a beat Tweek flung himself at his boyfriend, feeling him shake in his grip, his familiar smell had dulled from the sterilized clothes but it was there and it was comforting.