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

25th June 2018

After Clyde's grandma's place was a total waste of time, we decided to head out of South Park to find a better place to live. Since half of the town was infested with zombies, it was hard trying to survive out there.

However, we did not expect to have a ten hour drive just to find some decent houses that weren't either completely destroyed or crawling with the dead.

"There's a bloater over there! Don't hit it, I said don't hit it!" Bebe grabbed hold of the wheel and made us swerve away from the gas-filled zombie. In that moment I was truly appreciative of seatbelts, "Jesus, Clyde. You don't need to hit every single zombie on the road."

"Craig says it's okay." Clyde pouted. I know for a fact he would've slouched in his seat if he wasn't driving.

Bebe glared at me in the rear view mirror. I sort of wish we hadn't found her.

"Has anyone seen my lipstick?" She asked, gently patting her dry lips.

"I spilled it in your Valentino white bag." Tricia mumbled, not looking up from her magazine.

"You spilled lipstick in my Valentino white bag?" Bebe shrieked, grabbing said white bag from beside her feet. She looked through it and sighed in relief, "You asshole! I believed you. If that's a vine I'm going to murder you."

"Rest in peace, Tricia." I joked.

Bebe rolled her eyes and shoved her bag back onto the floor.

"C'mon, babe," Clyde took her hand, "they're just trying to lighten the mood. I mean, it's the apocalypse."

Bebe snatched her hand back and shuffled as far away from Clyde as she could get in her seat. I spotted Tricia trying not to laugh out of the corner of my eye and she almost made me laugh.

The drive thereafter was in complete silence and really awkward.
We passed broken down gas stations, abandoned houses, desolate farmhouses,
barns and silos as we began to drive into farmland. 

"Guys, I'm getting really tired. I don't think I should be driving anymore." Clyde yawned.

"Well none of us can drive," Bebe pointed out, "and there's nowhere for us to stop for the night."

"There's a barn over there," Tricia rolled down her window and pointed to said barn, "and there's a farmhouse over there with a fence. We could stay there for tonight."

Bebe glared at us in the mirror again and slumped in her seat, defeated.

Clyde drove through a wooden fence and pulled into the driveway of one of the farmhouses. We all got out of the car and cautiously walked to the front door, the driveway's stones crunching under our feet.
The wooden patio steps creaked under our weight, scaring us slightly.

I was in front, as I was the elected leader, so I tried the doorknob.

"Locked." I announced.

"Let's look for a back door." Tricia suggested, jumping off the patio like an excited child.

We quickly made our way around the back of the farmhouse, where there was an open door. I got pushed in front of the line again and I walked up the back steps, then entered the building.

I could hardly see due to the lack of light, but I could tell I was in a kitchen. Each cupboard door had been ripped off and was now dumped on the floor like a pathway in a game of The Floor Is Lava. Tiny refrigerator magnets were also littering the floor, which makes me think that there was some sort of recent struggle in the room.

I stopped in my tracks and held my hand out behind me to stop whoever was following me.

I waited, straining my ears to try and see if I could hear the noise again.
It sounded like someone sniffling, like you do when you have a blocked nose.