People Crowder

Chapter 5

I haul the bag over my shoulder, and Butters does as well with his own bag. I watch Butters peer out the window before he turns back to me. "They're not here yet." Butters peeks past me before I turn and walk from my bedroom, cautiously looking around in case anyone was staying up. Butters presses his ear to the wall, gives a slight smile, then I trail down the stairs, walking to the front door and undoing the lock before opening it wide. The door creaked loudly, which caused Butters to look around. I do as well, then make my way outside.
Butters comes out a few moments after I do, closing the door behind us. He makes sure to close it really slowly and quietly, and we press near the garage to take whatever cover we could. I look into the distance, and there are plenty of people driving and walking the streets at this hour, which I find pretty strange. "I'm gonna get grounded for this." Butters mutters. "Okay, Butters." I say, yawning. I see three silhouettes nearing, moonlight finally casting down. It was Cartman, Kenny, and Stan. I exhale and glance to Butters. "Hey, fags." Cartman waves. I give a defeated sigh. There were bags over each and everyone's shoulders– hopefully, they would have brought tents. I did not really feel like sharing.
I wave my hand to the four and beckon them along, walking off towards the wall that was being built. Obviously, it would take some time, but it was to hoping. Cartman is already panting, and I can hear his annoying, heavy breaths. "Lame". Cartman grunts. We continue along the neighborhood, pushing past the people who crowded the streets. Some people had been guarding the bridge, lined up along while others had been constructing it still. I halt, and duck into the shadows so I don't get caught. The others follow, their breaths quiet but quick. I attempt to climb the wall, but it's made of brick, so there isn't much to grab onto.
I get an idea and turn so that my back is facing the brick wall. I beckon Kenny over and cup my hands close to my chest, crouching down. He gets the memo for some reason and places his foot onto my hands. "Jesus Christ!" I whisper shout, and he stifles a quiet, muffled laugh, before heaving himself up onto my shoulders. I stumble to my feet, and jump slightly. Kenny clambers onto the wall and waits for the next. I wave my hand for Butters to come on over, and he quickly scrambles to me, his hands tapping together. He steps onto my cupped hands, and I droop slightly from the added weight. He weighs more than Kenny! I inhale deeply, and stand. He wobbles onto my shoulder, and with a jump, he's propelled along the wall. Kenny grabs him by the wrist and drags him over the wall with a struggle.
Kenny muffles something to Butters, and he hangs off the other side of the wall, before dropping with a heavy thud. Now that he's out of sight, Stan walks over and stands on my hands, and as I lift myself from the ground, he scrabbles onto my shoulder and is raised from the ground. Kenny drags Stan over the wall, and Stan hops down the other side after Butters. Now, all that's left is Cartman. I sigh and crouch back down, and Cartman mischeviously begins to laugh before creeping closer. "Just get up, fatass." I whisper angrily.
I lug him up onto the wall, where Kenny literally falls down on the other side from helping him up, which, Cartman literally fell with him. Now, I had no way to get across. I grind my teeth and look at the trees. "Wait right there, guys! I'll be there in a bit!" I shout. Hopefully, the guards didn't hear. I begin to climb the trees, grappling onto the branches. They quivered as I steadied myself along them before I sprint forward, then lunge. My hands grip the wall and its crevices as I attempt to force myself up, which barely works because I have to swing my leg over.
I hop down with a splat and gasp as dust sweeps over me. I cough and cough, being pulled up by Stan. "Come on, let's go." Stan nods to the group. We continue to near the woods, and it's a good few minutes before we reach the actual trees that give an opening to the forest. I glance to Butters, who I can see shudder. Cartman freely goes in, and the four of us stare after Cartman as he steps into the woods. "He's fucking crazy." Kenny muffles. Stan shrugs, and Butters nods. "Yeah!" Butters laughs and then starts smiling.
I go in after Cartman, and the others follow. While walking, I pull my bag off my shoulders, unzipping one part and pulling out a small flashlight. I flip the switch, and it flashes in my face. Quickly, I grab onto the handle, and turn it from my face. I change the direction of the flashlight at the sound of a branch cracking and something hitting the ground. "God-DAMN it!" Cartman grunts. He'd just fell down, and now he was brushing himself off. I turn the flashlight away from shining into his face, and I also turn my body away, and burst out into pure LAUGHTER. "He must feel really bad for you, Eric." Butters says, and Kenny glances to Butters.
Cartman glares at me and Butters. "This is BULLSHIT!" He screams, getting up.  I glance back at him now, and I walk infront of Cartman, taking the lead now. We walk until there's a big, open space. "Okay. Let's set up tents." I say, turning to the others. They nervously glance to eachother, and I sigh. "I brought my  tent!" Butters pipes up. "Erm.. okay. Kenny, Butters, Cartman. You're together. I'll set up one and we can share, Stan." I turn away and drop my bag from my shoulders. "No way!" Kenny muffles, awkwardly glancing to Cartman. Cartman blinks. "Fine then, I don't wanna share a tent with you fags anyway." Cartman grumbles, walking over to me and Stan. "Aw-aaawwwww..." Stan sighs. I begin setting up the tent, and Stan helps, while Cartman just sits back, grabs chips from his bag, and eats away.