{Complete} Love is infectious ~ Tweek x Craig / Craig of the Dead fan fiction

16th May 2018

"We need a plan."

"It's time to gear up!" Tricia squealed, running to her closet, "guys, I've got perfect things for all of you."

Clyde, Jimmy and I shuffled into Tricia's bedroom. Her walls were bright pink, with posters of horse cartoons, magical girl anime and My Little Pony. She also had drawings of random characters, the only one I could recognise was Discord from MLP. He was her favourite character.
If our dad wasn't such a prick, she would have Marvel posters, but dad thinks that super hero movies will turn her into some kind of vigilante and distract her from her studies.
She had a few shelves on her walls too, with Funko Pop figures and little trinkets she'd collected over the years.

Her closet was white, with colourful stickers and glitter glue patterns covering it. The closet itself was a mess, with boxes and clothes shoved in carelessly. Her closet smelled badly but I couldn't figure out what of. It was probably rotting take-out food, judging by the amount of pizza boxes lying in there.

She pulled out a long box and placed it on her bed, then grabbed much larger cardboard box and placed it beside the other.

"Tricia, what are these?" Clyde asked, wrinkling his nose at the awful smell of her closet.

"These are our weapons. Jimmy, I'm afraid I didn't plan ahead for you since you're not always part of Craig's gang, but I've got something planned for you," she patted his shoulder and smiled, "Clyde, since you're a nerd I-"

"Hey!"

"Got you this," Tricia continued as if he hadn't interrupted her, handing him the first box she pulled out, "be careful, this was from Universal Studios."

Clyde pulled the lid off the box and pulled out the object inside. It was a Harry Potter wand, except there was a blade attached to the end so it was like a long knife. She'd somehow managed to attach the blade without damaging the wand and also made it sturdy enough to stab something.
Clyde tried it out and stabbed straight through the wand's box.

"I had one planned for Token but considering the circumstances..." She trailed off as she opened the large box. Inside was a bunch of random crap, tissue, feathers, leaking bottles of glitter glue. She pulled out a large pair of hedge trimmers with a pole to hold onto and some string attached, "Jimmy, this is for you."

She handed it to Jimmy and showed him how to use it. You had to hold onto the pole and pull the strings with your fingers to open and close the trimmers.

"I made these when mom got me to help her with the gardening. I didn't want to get too close to the plants so..." she gestured to the weapon, "but after the rose bush incident I had no use for them and stored them away in case of emergency."

"What was the rose bush incident?" Clyde asked.

"She was told to weed the flowerbed but got rid of all the roses instead," I explained, "mom was so mad that she banned her from gardening and cut off her allowance to pay for more roses."

Jimmy and Clyde burst into laughter and Tricia flipped me off, scowling.
I returned the gesture and grinned to annoy her.

"You're such a douchebag, Craig!" She pouted.

"Just give me my weapon so we can check the rest of the house."

Tricia pushed the box towards me and went back to her closet. Whilst she rummaged through it, I pulled out the remaining weapon in the box.

It was a large bat, most likely my dad's baseball bat since it had gone missing three months ago, with sharp nails sticking out of it. The bat had been painted a smooth beige colour and had a long, red swirl leading from the handle to the top, almost like a long winding path.

"Be careful with that," she told me, "I injured myself making it."

I turned it around in my hands, marvelling at it. It was amazing, despite being simple and overused in zombie games and movies. I'm pretty sure it was in Stranger Things, too.

"I love it. Thank you." I dropped it onto the bed and pulled Tricia into a hug.

She dropped whatever she was holding in surprise and let out a small squeak. I laughed into her hair and released her.
She kicked my shins and picked up whatever she dropped.

"Dick." She mumbled.

She placed a long katana on her bed. I guessed it was from an anime, but I had no clue which one.

"Is th-that real?" Jimmy asked nervously.

"Mhm," Tricia hummed in response, "as real as my love for Thomas Sanders."

She picked it up and ran her finger across the smooth metal, luckily not cutting herself.

"Why do you even have these?" I asked her, concerned.

"For fun, I guess." She shrugged as she put the boxes back into her closet.

"We should check downstairs and see if any zombies have gotten in, then check the neighbours. If there are other people, we have to help them." I told the others, who all nodded in agreement.

They all followed me out of my bedroom and down the stairs. We jumped whenever one of us made the stairs creak, or when Jimmy's crutches tapped the floor. We were terrified and no weapons could change that feeling.

Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, we realised that the front door had been forced open and a small group of zombies had entered the house and were currently wandering aimlessly in my living room.

I reached for my gun, but Tricia grabbed my wrist and shook her head. She mouthed the words 'too loud' and pointed to my bat.
I nodded and quietly snuck into the living room without any of the zombies noticing.

I hid behind the sofa, the closest piece of furniture to the door, and checked to see if the others could see me. I gave a thumbs-up to Tricia and she returned it, then held a finger to my lips.

I couldn't see any of the zombies with my back against the sofa, but I could hear them groaning and shuffling around. None of them sounded close enough to grab, but my hearing isn't the best so they could have been right behind me.
I poked my head around the sofa and took a quick look at the location of the zombies.

One of them was almost in the kitchen, the second one was slowly approaching the stairs and the third one was right in front of the sofa.

My heart almost stopped as I saw it see me. It looked different from the rest of the zombies and I had the feeling that that wasn't good.

It had pale skin with patches of pink, almost like birthmarks, and its lower jaw was completely missing. It had a missing eye and one that was completely white, yet I could tell it was staring right at me. The eye socket with the missing eye was covered in the thick blood, which was also oozing out of random cuts and wounds across its body.
I could see several ribs almost breaking through the zombie's paper-thin skin, reminding me of those neglected dogs on charity commercials. The arms and legs were thin too, so I was surprised it was able to support itself.

The zombie leant towards me and tilted its head to the side, as if questioning me silently.
I held my breath, praying it couldn't see or smell me and that it would go away soon.

The zombie bent down so much it looked like it was about to snap in half, then suddenly straightened back up and let out a horrible, blood curdling screech.