"Let's live." ~ Kyman

"We got this," // Chap. 2

Cold. Dark. Wet. Kyle's breathe caught in his throat as he shot awake. His head throbbed as he sat up, cool concrete under him, he could hardly even see his own hands as he waved them in front of his face. "Fuck.." Kyle whimpered, as he felt the large gash on his forehead, dried blood all over his face. "Why'd you leave me, Eric..." Kyle pulled his legs to his chest as he began to cry, the cold darkness of the room overtaking him as he fell asleep from dehydration.

Cartman had walked for hours, he was cold and wet, the rain had only stopped an hour ago. Whoever had taken Kyle took everything, including the gas in the tank. All Cartman had was his shotgun, ammo, a few items of food, a water bottle, and Kyle's hat, blanket, backpack and a green pocketknife. He sighed, feeling Kyle's green hat in his hand, "I'm sorry, Kyle..." He kept Kyle's hat tied to his belt, feeling the soft fabric whenever he wanted.

Cartman sighed as he walked down the road it had taken them a day to drive up, he realised the sun was going down. Shivering as the wind began to get harsher, his stomach growled, he hadn't eaten since this morning. He rolled his eyes grabbing a granola bar from his coat pocket, he opened it and quickly ate it, tossing the wrapper to the ground as he continued.

In the open field beside him stood an old barn, Cartman sighed, praying to the god he didn't believe in there were no zombies inside. The large door creaked as he pulled it open, there was nothing inside but dead hay and old farming supplies. Cartman sighed in relief, grabbing an old lantern from next to him and easily turning it on, he lit up the dark barn as he closed the large door. Safe from the rain, the wind still blew through the thin wood of the old barn. Cartman shivered as he climbed up the hayloft, checking around to make sure he would be safe to sleep for the night. He grabbed Kyle's blanket from the bag, covering himself with it as he laid in a pile of hay. He slowly drifted off to sleep, smelling the blanket and holding it tightly as if it were Kyle himself.

Cartman awoke to the sounds of familiar screams, "Craig!" He heard Tweek yell loudly. Quickly he grabbed Kyle's blanket, shoving it into the backpack, he quickly put it on, grabbing the shotgun, he quickly climbed down from the hayloft and burst open the barn door.

"Tweek! Craig!" Cartman called. The two boys turned to look at him as he came running towards them. They had just killed 3 zombies, as they were breathy heavy and covered in blood.

"You're alone?" Tweek asked, wiping blood from his face. Craig elbowed Tweek in the side and whispered something quickly, "Oh- Oh my god..."

"He's not dead." Cartman scowled.

"Eric-" Craig started.

"He's not!" Cartman retorted, "He was taken, by people and I'm going to get him back, okay?"

Craig chuckled, "You're going to save Kyle?"

"Well-" Cartman blushed, "Y-yeah."

"You'll need some help then." Tweek smiled.

"Y-yeah, I do-"

"Never thought I'd hear you say that." Craig laughed.

"Fuck off, Craig." Cartman rolled his eyes, he sighed. "I need to get Kyle back-"

"Because you haven't told him you love him?-" Craig teased.

Cartman smiled, "Yeah," so what if he told his gay friends he was gay? "I love Kyle," Cartman beamed as he said it out loud, "I kinda always have-"

"It was kinda obvious-" Tweek smiled.

Cartman blushed, "Y-yeah, well-"

"Just like it's obvious how much he likes you back-" Craig rolled his eyes.