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

6

The next day I awake to the sound of loud commotion outside. I jump out of bed and grab my gun from the broken dresser beside me just in case.

"What's going on?" Tricia asks, stepping cautiously out of her room.

"I don't know. Stay inside with Kevin." I tell her.

She nods and shuts her door quickly. I rush to the front door where Jimmy and Clyde are stood with one of Jason's shotguns in their arms.

"Whoa whoa! What's going on here?" I demand.

Clyde steps out of my way. Outside are two huge, muscly guys, one with blond hair and one with black, and one thinner yet equally intimidating guy. Each of them have a gun in their arms as well as a backup weapon on their person.

The thinner guy is a redhead with an AK-47 assault rifle. (If you're wondering how I know that, Jason gave us all gun lessons and that's one of the only things I remember). He's also got a chainsaw strapped to his back that's almost as big as he is. He's also got yellow-tinted safety glasses and heavy boots.

The blond dude has a sniper rifle in his arms, but no other weapons, so I'm assuming that's his main weapon. He has a small pouch of what appear to be ninja stars attached to his belt and also pouch of sniper rounds. He's wearing baggy pants, a purple shirt with a green M and a hood over his head, although his hair pokes out from underneath.

The third guy is the biggest of them all, obviously a football player in the good old days. He's got a shotgun pointed at us but a bat strapped to his back. He's got a pair of red converse shoes, a pair of jeans and a blue shirt with a grey jacket on top. He's also got a tatty red poofball hat that he's clearly owned for years over his black hair. He appears to have a fresh scar on his cheek below his eye.

When I step outside, they all aim their guns at me.

"Hey hey! Put those fuckin' things down!" Clyde yells from behind me, "this is our base, so back off!"

They don't put their guns down. I realise I'm still holding my gun so I drop it behind me and put my hands where they can see them.

"Okay look," I say in my calmest voice, "how about we all put our guns down and we talk like civilised people?"

The strangers all exchange glances before slightly lowering their guns.

"All the way down." I tell them.

They drop their guns onto the floor and I hear Jimmy and Clyde do the same behind me.

"Thank you. Now, who are you and what do you want?" I ask calmly.

"We're-" the ginger guy begins, only to be interrupted by the sound of someone behind me grabbing their gun.

The three strangers all grab theirs and aim them again.

"I'm shooting a fucking zombie, J-Jesus Christ!" Jimmy stutters.

The three guys don't put down their guns and instead check that they're loaded. They then cock their guns and aim them at me.

"Hey! Don't you fucking shoot him!" Clyde yells.

"N-not a good idea, guys." Jimmy warns.

"We have children!" I panic.

"Children?" The football guy repeats in shock, "Jesus, dude, you should've said! Although, your guys did pull their guns out on us first, we aren't killers but we won't hesitate to retaliate."

"Eye for an eye, man." The blond adds.

"Wait!"

Wendyl takes a harsh left on his bike, his tires squeaking loudly on the pavement. He jumps off and lets it fall before running over to us.

"Guys, I told you to wait for me in case you caused trouble!" He pants, "And it looks like you ignored both of my instructions." He gestures to the guns.

"Sorry, Wend," The ginger sighs, "they pulled their guns out first, we swear."

"Scout's honour." The blond adds.

Wendyl rolls his eyes.

"I'm so sorry about that, guys," he sighs, "my friends here aren't very good with other survivors. So, what's your decision? Coming with us or nah?"

"Well... we discussed it last night and we've decided to go with you, but if we don't like the look of the place we're not staying." I tell him.

"Cool," Wendyl smiles, "grab your shit, we're leaving as soon as we can."

Clyde reluctantly enters the house and goes into his room. Jimmy follows, since they share, and I go into Tricia's room.
She's sat on the edge of the bed, writing to Kevin, who, despite his burns, is smiling from ear to ear and laughing like a small child hearing a swear word.
Neither of them notice me.

"Tricia, we have to leave to see the new base. Do you think Kevin will be okay for the journey?"

"I dunno. I'll ask him," She mumbles, turning a new page to ask him, "do they have someone medically trained at this new place? I don't feel comfortable treating him on my own."

"I'll go ask Wendyl."

When I leave the room, Wendyl and his friends are stood in the hallway. His friends are acting like body guards, guns out and stood behind him. I wouldn't wanna get on the wrong side of these guys.

"Hey, do you guys have a doctor or something at your place? We've got someone who's badly injured."

"Yeah, yeah, don't worry about it. We've even got a cure for bites." Wendyl smiles.

"You're shitting me? A cure?" I almost laugh at how ridiculous it sounds, "how can you have a cure when we don't even know what causes people to turn?"

"Uhh.. we do know what causes the turn?" Wendyl laughs, "look, we'll explain everything at our base. Chill your pants, man."

I go back into Tricia's room to find her helping Kevin out of bed. He's weak, but determined. I can tell.

Tricia grabs her backpack off the floor and throws mine to me. It's heavy so I almost fall over due to the impact.
We had to somehow fit Kevin's stuff into my backpack since he can't exactly carry his own right now, which means that my bag is ridiculously heavy.

"Don't forget this." Tricia passes me my bat, which I had left behind yesterday.

Tricia grabs the katana and helps Kevin out of the room.

"I've had an idea," Wendyl says as he wheels the bike into the house, "you could put your friend in here and I could take him to the base by myself. It'll be quicker than him walking."

Tricia asks Kevin if he'd be okay with the idea via the notebook whilst the rest of us make sure we've got absolutely everything before we set off.