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

7

Nobody talks during the journey to Wendyl's place. Since he went ahead with Kevin, his friends were the only ones who knew the way and they didn't seem to be the talkative type.
The streets are fairly quiet, which is odd since there are usually zombies everywhere.

We pass corpses and broken down cars, broken buildings and the occasional stray cat. Tricia stays close with me the whole time, practically holding my hand as we follow the strangers we don't know if we can trust.

"We're here." The ginger eventually tells us, gesturing to a police station.

The front doors and the lowest windows have been boarded up to prevent break-ins, but a ladder has been attached to the wall to enter via the roof.
It's quite a big police station, one I visited with school once or twice before this all happened. I know it's got at least three cells, so that must be where they sleep.

"You guys can go up first. We'll keep an eye out for any walkers," The blond says as he pulls out his gun, "there should be someone waiting up there for you."

"The kid with the crutches can go through the back entrance with me." The ginger says with a friendly smile.

Jimmy follows the ginger to the other side of the building whilst I help Tricia onto the ladder. It's slightly off the floor so I give her a leg up. She climbs quickly and gives me a thumbs up once she reaches the top.

Clyde jumps up and grabs the ladder. He climbs up, but not as quickly as Tricia. His hands must be sweaty with nerves, poor guy.

Once he's fully up the ladder I jump up too. It's quite a sturdy ladder so I don't think it'll break on me whilst I'm climbing up.
I look behind me as I'm climbing to see if I can see any zombies, but the streets are still weirdly quiet. I try to push my suspicions away as I continue up the ladder.
Tricia helps me to my feet once I reach the top.

A short blond with an eye patch gives me a small wave and a friendly smile. I can see a scar poking out under his eye patch and I wonder what happened to him. He's got a piercing in his left earlobe and a helix piercing in his right ear.
He's wearing a sky blue shirt with a darker blue body warmer which has a walkie-talkie strapped to it. He's also got a pair of grey jeans and has what appear to be brown cowboy boots on.

"Is that everyone? Yes? Okay," he gives another smile, "I'm Butters and I'm so very glad to meet you guys. I hope Tweek lets y'all stay."

"What kind of name is Tweek?" Tricia whispers to me.

"So I'm gonna be showing you guys around since we don't want strangers wandering around the place," he opens a hatch on the floor and gestures for us to go down, "after you."

I reluctantly go first, my hands shaking as I lower myself into the hole and wave my foot around to try and find the ladder. If anyone is watching me they're going to think I'm a fucking idiot. I swear half of my life is spent climbing fucking ladders.

It takes a little while to get all four of us down the ladder since it's a long ladder, but we all eventually get down.
We're in a small, dark room with no windows and a single ceiling light that's flickering slightly. The door is locked (I tried opening it when Clyde was coming down) but luckily Butters has the key.

He unlocks the door and lets us all out. We seem to now be in what would be an investigation room, judging by the amount of investigation equipment around the room. There's a corkboard on the wall covered in pictures of dead zombies and red string. It looks like these survivors have been doing some investigating of their own.

The door opens and Wendyl walks in, carrying a cardboard box that appears to be leaking blood.

"Oh, sorry! I didn't realise you guys would still be here," he hides the box under a sheet, "we were about to do some testing on some corpses."

"Cool!" Tricia grins, "can I watch? I won't get in your way, I promise!"

"Sure," Wendyl smiles, "just don't eat anything you find in here."

"We should carry on. Come on, guys." Butters opens the door and we go into the hallway.

It's quite quiet, and only one person is in the hall with us. He's cleaning blood off a fire-axe and doesn't seem to have noticed us.

He's got a blue band-aid across his nose and several others across his arms and fingers. He's also got other uncovered scratches and scars across his body, presumably from zombie attacks but you never know what this kid has been through.

His hair is light blond and sticking out everywhere as if he's been electrocuted, but its kept out of his eyes by a pair of goggles which seem to act as a headband.
He's got heavy bags underneath his eyes and I'm guessing I have the same. I haven't seen a mirror in weeks so there's no way to tell.
He's wearing a green plaid shirt with the sleeves ripped off and the buttons badly done up, a pair of blue jeans and brown steel toe boots. He's got a canteen strapped to his waist which looks oddly familiar.

"Hey, that's my dad's canteen!" I exclaim, "did you steal from my house?"

"And that's Jimmy's fire-axe! I recognise it from the last time we went to his house." Clyde also points out.

The guy looks up, glaring at us with his hazel eyes. God, those are some nice eyes.

"Get these assholes out of here. I told you I didn't want them in m-my zone." He tells Butters.

"I'm sorry, I'm taking them to my area now, they'll be out of your way soon." Butters apologises.

"Good. I can't believe Wendyl is letting these idiots join us." He mutters.

"Who are you calling idiots?" I demand.

"You."

"Who the fuck are you?" I scoff, "the queen of England?"

"I'm the leader of this g-goddamn group, that's who."