Drown in my love (Stan x Kyle) (Style) (ZOMBIE AU)

Precaution

FINALLY!! I got it out. This chapter was split into two for viewers benefit. XD It orignally would've been 5693 words. But no. WHICH MEANS TWO MORE CHAPTERS TO READ 🎉

(I still need to come back and edit this properly.)

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Cartman, Wendy, Kenny and Stan all clamored about in the kitchen. It was part of the deal. In turn for safety and a roof, they had to help around with chores as well as patrol around town.

So far, it was not going well.

Wendy was currently yelling at Cartman for trying to 'put his own spin' in the recipe, or in other words, dumping two whole sticks of butter in the bowl. Kenny was busy hunched over and laughing his ass off as Stan struggled to keep the mixing bowl out of Cartman's reach.

Craig and Kyle were sitting next to each other on the dining table, Craig keeping a close eye on the group in the kitchen, although he hid a few laughs behind the occasional cough.

There was a long moment of comfortable silence before either two spoke.

 "They're getting cocky." Craig said out of nowhere.

Kyle looked up from the pattern he'd been tracing on the dining room table with his finger. "Who? The new guys?" He asked, confused.

"No. Those gang assholes."

"You saw them?" Kyle asked.

Craig nodded, tapping his pointer finger on the table absentmindedly. "Outside town. They were driving near the borders."

"When? yesterday?"

"Yeah."

"Ah. I was wondering why you had a stick up your ass yesterday."

Craigs eyebrows furrowed and he turned his head slowly to glare at the ginger. "Kyle-"

"Yeah. Right. Back to the serious shit. What were they doing?"

Craig took a breath in, pushing aside Kyle's insult. "I don't know. Wendy spotted their car hovering around the outside of town."

"Looking for the best way in?" Kyle suggested.

"Looking for the best way in. Well, that's the most likely answer." Craig confirmed.

Kyle's eyes downcast to the table in thought, his eyes squinting. "I don't get it. Why would they come now?"

"Exactly. That's what I was thinking. Why now? What for?"

"They've got more than enough crew members." Kyle noted, "And Damien obviously isn't trying to recruit us."

"You think they want the town? Wanna expand their base?" Craig suggested.

"I don't know. Wouldn't they have kicked us out already? They have the resources. The cars. The guns. The people."

Craig sighed, leaning his head back. "Might be best for us to stake out tonight. Go back to our old posts to make sure nobody's getting in."

"Sounds like we might have to. What the fuck are we gonna do if somebody does get in?"

"We'll do what we can."

"And what's that? Stab them a little and then get our heads blown off?"

"Any better ideas?"

Kyle looked up in thought, trying to think of any other, much better, solutions. "Fuck. No."

"Then it looks like we're doing a full one-eighty. Back to the old lookout posts." Craig stated