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

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I stare at the gun in my hands, wondering what the fuck happened to the world to force me into this fucked up situation.
I thought the biggest problem in this world was the dead, but I'm beginning to realise that it's the living you have to worry about.

The gun is the same kind as my dad's, but I know it isn't my gun because this one has a strip of peeling red tape over it and 'Kyle' messily carved into said tape. Since it weighs the same as my dad's, I can tell that this gun is definitely loaded. Crap.

"Tick-tock, Craig." Mitch whispers into my ear, his meaty hands digging into my shoulders.

I cock the gun and their eyes widen in fear. Pleads break out behind me, but I try and block them out.

Tears begin falling from Karen's eyes and Butters starts making noises that sound like muffled begging.
Stan doesn't do anything. I think he's assuming I'm going to shoot him and is accepting his fate. I do have a reason to, he had that gross bet with a Tweek.

"Don't shoot Stan, please Craig! He's all I have left!" Kyle cries, as if he hears my thoughts.

"Please leave Butters and Karen alone. They don't deserve this! They've done nothing to you!" Kenny pleads.

Tricia screams at me not to shoot any of them, but obviously thats not an option. Tweek is the only one who is silent, for some reason. Maybe he's passed out from the pain or he's watching everything unfold to find an opportunity to escape.

I take a couple of steps backwards out of Mitch's grip and lift the gun.
Everybody is screaming at me, names are being thrown around and my head is hurting badly enough as it is.

"Craig, please," I hear Tricia's croaky voice whimper, "don't do this."

I turn to Mitch.

"Can I borrow your cape? I don't want to watch anybody die." I ask him.

He gives me a skeptical look, debating it.

"I just want to hold it over my eyes," I explain, "You're making me kill one of my friends, it's the least you can do."

Mitch grunts and reaches over his shoulder to grab the cape and pull it over his head. Whilst he's in the motion of removing it, I duck behind him and grab the duct tape from his pocket.

He doesn't seem to realise and holds out the cape to where he thinks I'm standing.

I grab his arm and pin it to his side, then begin taping both of his arms to his body. It uses up a lot of tape due to his massive stomach, but there's only just enough tape on the roll to go around his body enough times to fully prevent any arm movements.

The guard begins slowly approaching me, so I press the gun against Mitch's temple as a warning not to get any closer. She stops abruptly.

"Heidi, help me!" He commands the silent guard, "shoot him if you have to!"

But the guard doesn't reach for any weapons. She pulls off the motorcycle helmet and throws it on the floor.

"Jesus Christ!" Kenny gasps.

"Wendyl?" I gasp.

Wendyl winks at me and tosses his pocket knife to Tweek, who catches it. I hadn't noticed that his hands were never actually tied to the pole properly. He had rope loosely tied around his wrists and he held them to the pole to look like he was tied up, but he wasn't.

Tweek drags himself over to Kenny and begins cutting the ropes, wincing every time his broken leg moves even slightly.

"What's going on here? Where's Heidi?" Mitch demands, "Wendy, baby, help me out here!"

Wendyl walks over to Mitch and stops a few inches in front of him.

"This is for hurting Kyle," he swiftly kicks Mitch between the legs, "This is for hurting Stan," he punches Mitch in the nose and breaks it, judging from the loud crack, "and this is for hurting the rest of my friends."

He pulls the taser out of his pocket and presses it against some exposed skin on Mitch's arm. I step away and watch him convulse uncontrollably, a feeling of satisfaction filling me.

He falls to the floor, still twitching every couple of seconds and panting like a tired dog.

"Craig. Should we finish him off?" Wendyl asks, nodding at the gun that's still in my hands.

Without hesitation, I aim the gun and fire.

Mitch's blood splatters all over the floor and onto my shoes.

"That's for killing my friends."