"She's a maniac, maniac.."

Kyle groaned, reaching up his hand to wipe the sleep out of his eyes. He blindly reached for his phone, ringing loudly on his bedside table.

"Maniac, oh maniac!"

"What?!" Kyle groaned into the phone, still half asleep.

"Kahl! Listen! Get your family and get your jewish ass down here to the community center." Cartman practically yelled into the phone.

Kyle froze at the urgency in Cartman's voice, but shook it off as the fatass just trying to freak him out.

"Dude, it's fucking 4am. This isn't funny, fatass." Kyle mumbled angrily, just wanting to continue his peaceful slumber.

"Kahl! I'm serious. Get your ass down here! Right now!" Cartman yelled, growing annoyed at the stupid jew.

"Dude, fuck you. I'm going back to sleep. Night, fatass."

"Kyle no-" Cartman was cut off with an obnoxious beep.

Cartman angrily slammed his phone shut, sliding it back into his pocket. If Kyle wanted to be that way then fine. It wasn't his fault that for once in his fucking life the jew wouldn't just listen. Cartman couldn't ignore the feeling deep down in his heart. Yeah, he hated that feiry red-head with every bone in his body, but this was a life or death situation. He couldn't just sit back and let Kyle die, could he?

Cartman huffed, goddamn jew always being so fucking stupid with his big ass nose and firey red curls and-
Cartman's train of thoughts was interrupted by a very distraught looking Butters.

"Hey, uh-Cartman. Your mom is looking for you." He mumbled, his eyes glued to the floor.

"Oh. Alright. Uh, thanks." Cartman said in a fake happy tone. He had to admit he felt bad for the blue eyed boy, but honestly everyone lost somebody. Butters scampered off, leaving Cartman to seek out his mom in the overly crowded room.

"Poopsie-kins! There you are! I was wondering where you went off to. You know it's not a good idea to leave my sight." Liane said somewhat sternly, her voice laced with love.

"Yeah, yeah mom. Look, I need to know where they're keeping the weapons?" Cartman said lowly, trying to avoid anyone overhearing their conversation.

When everyone had fled into the community center the mayor had taken everyone's weapons (if they had any) for safety reasons. Cartman hadn't been to concerned about his gun in that particular moment, but now he desperately needed it.

"Oh, honey. You don't need them right now. It's not like you're planning on going out there, right hon?" Liane smiled, obliviously.

She searched her son's eyes for an anwser only realising his true intent when she saw the determination lined in his eyes.

"Oh no,poopsie-kin, no," She caressed her son's slightly chubby face with her right hand, "You can't go out there.. it's too dangerous. I can't have you taken from me." She pleaded, tears threatening to fall from her bright blue eyes.

Cartman sighed, "I'm sorry mom. I have to. There's a boy out there still. Asleep and completely oblivious to what's going on. I can't just stay here and let him die. No matter how much I hate him, I won't let some gross ass zombies kill him." Cartman said, more to himself than his mother.

Liane just sighed, pulling her son into a tight embrace. "I'm not going to try and stop you, Eric." She whispered softly into his ear, "Just. Please, be safe? And come back here un-bitten." She cried, hugging her son tighter.

"I promise." Cartman smiled, kissing his mother's cheek.

She smiled through her tears, "The weapons are in that bright red box over there." She pointed a slim finger over in the direction of the bathrooms.

Cartman glanced over, knowing he'd have to sneak by and get out of the community center without being seen. He ran a chubby hand through his disheveled hair and started slowly making his way over.

"Oh, and Eric," His mothers soft sweet voice called out from behind him. "I love you, poopsie-kins."

Cartman knew he couldn't turn around, he knew that if he did he wouldn't be able to drag himself away, so with his back still facing his mother he mumbled out a genuine, "I love you too."