It all started simply enough, a couple of people in town got sick but the doctors couldn't find anything wrong and the more tests they did only made the people worse until they ultimately died.

Only the people didn't stay dead, while still in the hospital others became infected and before long it was a full out war between the living and the dead.

Tweek Tweak had been holed up in his families coffee shop since the 'apocalypse' had kicked off; on his sick parents ordered he had locked down the store and hadn't seen daylight for nearly two weeks.

Tweek was sixteen, his blond hair had been cut short to stop him pulling chunks out and his skinny frame was growing awkwardly.

The blond had no idea what had happened; people had called it a virus, Craig had jokingly said it was zombies and Tweek now feared that his boyfriend had been right.

For the past two weeks he had lived on cookies and coffee, sitting in the dark of the coffee shop, listening to the shuffling and banging of the world outside but now it was becoming too much, the silence was much too loud.

Since he had nothing to do, or anyone to talk to, Tweek had managed to devise a weapon from the things around him; using a compressor and an old water pistol he made a Hot Coffee Gun, scolding anything it came in contact with.

"it won't be too much longer before something breaks in here." Tweek mumbled to himself as he shoved more packets of instant coffee into his bag.

Collecting as much food and weaponry as he could the blond went to climb out the back window; peering out he couldn't see anything but could hear light moaning and shuffling.

Tweek pulled on his leather coat, mask he wore when mixing coffee, football boots and thick working gloves; wanting as much as himself covered as possible.

Carefully Tweek lowered himself onto the dustbin beneath the window and peeked round the corner; there he could see the two slightly slumped figures of his parents.

Or at least what used to be his parents, their clothes were streaked with grim and blood, eyes blank and mouths hanging open.

Tweek wanted to cry because until that moment nothing had been real, just another South Park problem that would turn out to be a big misunderstanding, but it was real; his parents were zombies.

Rushing in the other direction Tweek set out to find a car and drive as far away from town as possible.

Tweek saw several zombies, school mates, customers, teachers, on his way through town but none of them noticed him or at least they were super slow zombies so they didn't react in time.

He tired as hard as he could not to think about anymore of his friends or families fate but it didn't work when his legs had brought him to the back of Craig's house.

All inside was dark but the front door was flung wide open and there were bloodstains everywhere but no sign of any of the Tuckers; except the small, still body lying covered in snow in the front yard.

Feeling tears stinging his eyes Tweek went to leave since there was no point hanging about but as he was leaving he noticed that Craig's crappy car was gone from the drive and his parent's car was still there.

Tweek felt a flutter of hope that Craig had gotten away.

The next couple of houses were all abandoned, cars and possessions missing and it wasn't until the house at the end of the street that Tweek found a car he was able to use.

Approaching the car Tweek realised it was still there because the owners were only half there, literally; someone or thing had ripped them apart so only their legs were left.

Taking a deep breath the shaking blond grabbed the ankles and pulled the half body out of the car; as he dumped the remains he managed to catch a glimpse behind him to see a small group of zombies sickening slowly shuffling towards him.

Even though they were moving slowly Tweek still panicked slightly and slung himself into the car, locking doors instantly; the car stunk of blood and the drivers' seat was soaked through; pushing all thoughts out of his rambling mind he started the car and drove away.

Tweek was just deciding how far he would get before realised that he didn't have anything for living out in the wilderness so he made a turn into the mall.

There were cars and bits of bodies lying everywhere in the parking lot, even a few zombies listlessly bumping into poles, luckily the mall doors weren't locked down but the whole place had been looted.

Tweek felt stupid for hiding away for so long, since it meant that everything was probably already taken.

Gripping his handmade gun tightly in his gloved hands Tweek climbed out of the car and made his way into the eerie mall.

Every shop had been raided, all the usual stuff had been taken, canned food and warm clothes, also a tonne of guns with their ammo.

Tweek tried to find the camping store but wasn't sure where it was since he rarely went to the busy, noisy mall.

"Halt!" Came a voice from the escalator.

There stood a boy Tweek's age holding an old style shotgun, he was wearing a Hello Kitty bodywarmer, bright purple snowboots and ski goggles.

Tweek let out a strangled yelp and pointed his own gun at the boy.

Suddenly the boy was practically dropped his gun and pulled off his ski goggles; it was Butters.

A huge smile spread across Butters face, "Tweek! You're alive!" he exclaimed, bouncing down the rest of the steps.

Tweek pulled down his mask to face the smaller blond properly, not be able to stop the smile crossing his own face, "I'm glad you're okay too." He breathed.

"nobody knew where to were." Butters told him, "Craig was flipping out. Come upstairs." He motioned for Tweek to follow him.

"did Craig make it out?" the skinny blond asked as they climbed to still escalator.

Butters cast a small smile over his shoulder, "he spent the first few days trying to find you but then his whole family turned, last is saw of him he was driving real quick out of town. He went north."

Tweek felt sad that the Tucker family had perished but now he knew that Craig was definitely out there.

The small blond led them into the electronics store, all the televisions had been wired to the CCTV and sat reclining in a huge system chair was Kenny McCormick.

Laid all around the poor kid were guns, food, ammo and sleeping equipment.

The poorest kid in town looked the right part for someone in a zombie apocalypse; he was wearing scuffed up motorbike boots, his long blond hair tied back loosely and several rounds of bullets slung carelessly across his thin chest.

Kenny offered Tweek a lazy smile, "good to see you Tweek." He said genuinely.

"is it just you two here?" Tweek asked, glancing at all the screens around them.

Silently Kenny poured water from one of the bottles into a coffee machine and flicked it on, the thick aroma of coffee filling the store quickly.

"yeah, it's just us, we couldn't find anyone else." Kenny told him a little sadly.

Tweek gratefully accepted the hot coffee and settled on the floor next to Butters, "so, what happened to your families?" he asked carefully.

"I shot my parents." Butters said with a blank face.

"were they…zombies?" the shaking blond inquired.

Butters frowned deeply, "of course." He finally said; Tweek could tell he was lying but didn't press the matters.

"what about you?" Tweek asked Kenny, who now spinning around in his chair all while was keeping an eye on the screens.

"they're all dead, I killed them." Kenny said and stopped spinning, "well, I killed my brother." He admitted, "Karen got sick and we couldn't afford to take her to hospital so she….died. One moment mom was covering her body and the next Karen had her teeth so far in mom's arm they came out when dad shot her."

There was a thick silence that followed, but both blond's seemed numb to the fact their families were dead or walking around dead.

"where are you going Tweek?" Butters asked in his usual chippered voice.

Taking a huge swig of his coffee Tweek shrugged, "somewhere out of town, if I'm gunna die I wanna be under the stars."

"you sound like an instergram post." Kenny snorted before swinging himself out of the chair.

Despite his teasing tone Kenny led both the other blonds to another area of the store where he had stashed a huge pile of camping equipment.

Tweek cast Kenny a strange look which he returned with a shrug, "can never be too prepared, take some stuff." He motioned to the pile.

The shaking blond had only been camping when he was a kid but he knew the basics; sleeping-bag, flashlights, compass, Swiss army knife and compact stove. Luckily it all fit into a bag.

"what are you two going to do?" Tweek asked as he set to leave.

The other two looked at each other, Butters bit his lip nervously, "we've been hiding out here since everyone left, we don't really have a game plan."

"the zombies can't last forever, we'll just wait for them to fall apart and think of something then." Kenny told him but seemed unconvinced.

"come with me, it'll be great to have some company." Tweek said with a smile, "there's plenty of room in the car."

It took Kenny all of three seconds to agree and within moments both blonds were grabbing as much as they could from their stash; Kenny even managed to find some containers of petrol.

The mall downstairs was still quiet, just one goth zombie shuffling down the other end, there was one however right at the car door; that zombie was a bit more decomposed that the others Tweek had seen, there were a couple of chunks missing from its face and a whole arm gone.

Even though the zombies were the slowest Tweek had ever seen, and he'd seen hundreds of apocalypse movies thanks to Craig, he still panicked that there was one so close to their escape so he aimed his Hot Coffee Gun and shot the zombie dead in the face.

A blast of scorching hot water covered the zombie, the stumbling body began to steam, the putrid flesh bubbling under the heat and it stumbled backwards.

"holy shit Tweek." Kenny breathed as he stepped forwards to shove the confused zombie with the butt of his shotgun.

With the zombie now twitching and steaming on the floor the three blonds climbed into the car, Butters stashed everything in the trunk.

There was a small hoard of zombies in the road on the way out of town, Tweek reconisged Mr Garrison and Stan Marsh's granddad, still in his wheelchair, in the crowd.

"drive through." Kenny told Tweek firmly from the passenger seat.

Biting his lip Tweek eased his way through the shamble of bodies, knocking most of them over and running over more than one; their grimy hands and faces were pressed against the glass, their hunger telling them to break through but their useless bodies unable.

Tweek put his foot down the second they were out of South Park, seeing mountains and stray zombies on the way past.

"where to?" Butters asked from the backseat, not wearing his seatbelt.

"until we stop seeing shuffling dead people." Tweek answered.

They were silent for a bit until Kenny slammed his hand on the dashboard; Tweek did an emergency stop out of habit from lessons.

Kenny had gone deathly pale, staring straight ahead; just off the road was a Hybrid car, the doors all tightly shut and stains on the windows.

"Kyle." Kenny breathed before shooting out of the car, the other blond behind him.

Peeking inside Tweek saw the very dead figure of Gerald and Sheila Brofloski, they were grey and taunt, covered in bite marks, but no signs of Kyle or Ike, just a book on the backseat.

"do you think he got away?" Butters finally asked as Kenny pried himself away from the window.

The poor blond went to the back of the Hybrid and let out of sigh of relief, "Kyle's bag isn't in the trunk, it looks like he got away." He was smiling sadly.

Glancing down Tweek saw two sets of skid marks on the road; one belonging to the Hybrid and another carrying on down the road.

The three teens got back in the car and carried on driving; Kenny played with the radio for a while but it was all just static and white noise so they left it off, Butters tried to start a game of 'Eye Spy' but Kenny quickly turned it rude so they stopped.

Soon it got dark and Tweek parked up next to a tall, thick tree; Butters dug out blankets and energy bars from the trunk before the three settled down to try and get some sleep.

All round Tweek was quiet and still, the only sounds were the breathing of Kenny and Butter; the shaking blond was used to not sleeping very well and that night was no different.

"they weren't dead." Butters suddenly said in the darkness.

Tweek turned slightly in the laid back seat, trying to make out Butters in the pitch black, unsure of how to respond to his confession.

"I heard them talking." Butters continued, "they wanted to use me as bait for the hoard outside our house so they could get away." There was a hitch in his voice, "so I grabbed the gun first and then caved their heads in with the butt. There was so much mess." His voice was barely a whisper now.

"nobody can blame you." Tweek finally said.

Butters shifted on the back seat, "don't tell Ken." He said seriously before going back to sleep.

The shaking blond didn't sleep for the rest of the night, he watched the sun rise and began driving before the other two even began to stir but he wanted to put as much distance between them and South Park as possible.