Pinkeye [South Park] But slightly changed

Pinkeye

The air was cold and the wind was whistling through the branches of the nearby trees. Snow had fallen onto the ground as per usual, and a crunching sound would be made with every footstep that was taken. Voices could be heard ahead of the path as Stan walked towards the bus stop. He waited there casually everyday with his friends since pre-school. At this point, he considered it as routine.

"Hey, Kyle." Stan greeted his best friend as he approached the group. He adjusted the straps of his backpack so he could feel more comfortable. Kyle stood next to Eric and Kenny, they were talking about some new game that was to be released next week.

"Hi, Stan!" The ginger boy smiled, and he grabbed Stan to pull him into the conversation. Eric ignored Stan's presence and continued to ramble about his interest in the game.

"It's amazing, I've heard the graphics are neat-o. It's got a bunch of aliens and shit!" Cartman grinned, turning to Stan. "You've got to check it out dude."

"Sure.. What's it called?-" The boy's conversation was soon interrupted by a space shuttle crashing down onto their blonde-haired friend, killing him with a thud.

"Oh my god!! They killed Kenny!!" Stan turned to Kyle in a panic, then looked back at the brutal scene.

"You bastards!!" Kyle turned away from the bloody scene in disgust, backing into the pole behind him. "Ow- fuck!!"

Suddenly, a white van with the word 'Local Morgue' on the doors parked at the bus stop as two men took care of the body. Once they had Kenny in the van, they quietly drove away, and the boys paid no mind to it.

"Anyways," Eric rolled his eyes, "Remember, tomorrow is Halloween! My costume is obviously going to be the best."

Kyle opened his mouth to argue, but Stan covered it, indicating that there was no point. Their bus arrived, and one by one, Cartman, Kyle, and Stan sat down, finally going to their homes.

Unfortunately for Kenny, he was being embalmed when one of the men left his Worcestershire Sauce open by the embalming fluids. Once he bumped into the table whilst he was trying to exit the room, the sauce poured into the mixture of fluids, which was rapidly flowing into Kenny's veins. A groan could be heard from the embalming table. The two men turned around to examine whatever was going on, only to be attacked and bitten by the blonde boy. Kenny didn't make a sound after he left the men panicking, and he slipped out of the morgue.

"What was that?!" One of the men exclaimed as he held his arm, which had been bitten.

"I don't know, but I feel sick. Let's go check with a doctor." The other man had his hand covering the back of his neck.

They drove to the South Park Clinic, waiting restlessly to see the doctor. About thirty minutes later, they were finally called in to be inspected by the doctor. The doctor looked them up and down, barely paying attention to any of the details, such as the bite marks, that the men had indicated they had been infected.

"My neck itches!" One of the men complained.

"My arm stings!" Whined the other.

"Ah, yes, I see." The doctor looked at them with a serious, stern face. "This is a case of..."

The two men looked at each other, then back at the doctor, waiting for him to finish his sentence.