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

17

I shove the gun into my back pocket and run over to Tricia. She's rubbing her sore wrists after finally being released and doesn't notice me until my arms are around her in the tightest hug I've ever given.

"Damn, Craig, it's a good job I haven't got a broken arm or something." She smiles and returns the hug.

The celebrations don't last long since Wendyl reminds us that we still have to escape.

"We're at Mitch's base. His crew will be everywhere and this won't be easy," he tells us, although it's pretty obvious, "I've got an idea though. As long as you've got a uniform they'll assume you're one of them, so we're going to have to knock some people out."

"I'll steal a tranquilliser gun," Karen pipes up, "I stole things all the time when we lived here."

Kenny frowns at her, but doesn't shut down the idea.

Wendyl unlocks a cupboard and reveals all of our belongings we had on us when we were kidnapped.
I grab my gun and shove it in my pocket and hand Kyle his own. He nods at me in thanks as he slips on his safety visor and pulls his chainsaw strap over his head.

"There's one rule we must follow. Do not hesitate to kill," Tweek tells us once we've all collected our possessions, "they won't hesitate so why should we? This is our time to fight back for all of the awful things they've done to us."

"Fuck yeah!" Stan punches the air.

Karen is the first to leave the room. She slips out of the double doors unnoticed since there are no guards guarding the doors. They must be on a break or something.
Kenny watches her through a crack in the door as she carefully makes her way down the hallway and reports her every move to us.

"There's a guy sleeping in the break room," she says through the walkie-talkie Tweek lent her, "he has one of those guns. Do I grab it?"

"Yes. Be careful." Butters tells her.

Karen crawls into the room on her hands and knees until she reaches the sleeping guard. She grabs the gun that's balanced on the table he's sat at and backs out of the room, watching out for anyone patrolling the halls.

When she's sure the coast is clear, she quietly runs back to us.

"The gun is heavy. I think it has some darts in it," she tells us, "I also saw some of the sleepy water stuff. We could knock that guard out and steal his clothes. He looks around Stan's height."

"Do you mean chloroform?" Kenny chuckles.

She nods.

"If there's a rag lying around then pour it onto that and hold it to his face until you're sure he's knocked out. We don't want him waking up," Butters tells her, "if there aren't any cloths then pour it onto your sleeve. Take the bottle with you, we might need it."

Karen nods and runs back to the break room. We're all trying to watch her through the crack in the door at this point and I end up having Tricia sat on my shoulders so she has a decent view.

She grabs the bottle of Chloroform and looks around for a rag. She sighs and opens the bottle before pouring it onto her sleeve, wrinkling her nose as she does so.
She tip-toes over to the guard and clamps her covered hand over his mouth and nose for around ten seconds.

She tries pulling his chair backwards, but doesn't have the strength.

"Can I get some help? He's too heavy." She asks through the walkie-talkie.

Without any discussion, Kyle leaves the room and joins her. Despite being really short, he's strong enough to pull the guy's chair back enough for them to undress him. They leave him in his underwear, but take everything else before returning to the group.

"Craig, get these on. We're more memorable than you so it will look less suspicious if you're pretending to be a guard with Wendyl." He tells me, handing me the uniform.

"Won't Wendyl look suspicious?" I ask as I start undressing. I swear Tweek is watching me, but it's probably my imagination.

"Not really. I've had a haircut and to these idiots it's like facial reconstruction surgery. Not one person recognised me when I asked for a spare uniform. I only had the helmet for a dramatic reveal." Wendyl grins.

"It was very dramatic," Stan wraps his arms around Wendyl's waist, "we loved it, just like I love you."

The two go in for a kiss whilst the rest of us groan and look away.
With the distraction of the PDA, I strip off my pants and slide on the shorts without anybody looking at me.

"You can p-put your clothes in my backpack," Tweek turns around so I can access it, "as long as you let me lean on your shoulder."

I carelessly shove my clothes into Tweek's bag and shuffle closer to him so he can lean on me, since he's unable to walk unsupported with his broken leg.

"Thanks." He smiles.

For some reason, seeing his smile makes me smile and I look away from him in embarrassment.

"Shit, the guards are coming back!" Tricia gasps, "Wendyl, Craig, get out there!"

We shove past everyone and stand outside the doors before the guards get there and notice that something is wrong. I hear the group running away from the doors.

"We heard a gunshot. Did the kid finally play the 'game'?" One of the guards asks as he approaches us, using his fingers as quotation marks.

"Yeah. It's pretty bloody in there, you might wanna leave this to us." I advise.

The second guard shrugs and looks at the first one, leaving the decision up to him.

"Sure," he pats me on the shoulder, "hey, what happened to your face?"

Crap. I forgot that I'm covered in blood.

"He got attacked by the girl. She's a feisty one." Wendyl lies.

"Jesus," the second guard shakes his head and offers me a sympathetic look, "good luck with all of that shit, bro. You should probably get to the med room, Porsche will fix you up."

"Thanks for the advice. I'll get over there as soon as I can." I nod.

The two guards give us a wave and walk in the opposite direction.
Once they are far enough away, I lean against the door and breathe a sigh of relief. I am not cut out for acting.

"Okay guys, come on out,"  Wendyl opens the door for the rest of the group and they all rush out in a single-file line, "we're going to go to the med room where we can get some bandages or something and then start making our way to the garage. We'll have to borrow two vehicles since we won't fit in one."

"If anybody steps out of line then the plan will be ruined and I am not running for my life." Tweek gestures to his broken leg.

He's currently using Kyle for support since it would look a little odd if I did it, seeing as I'm pretending to be a strict guard who is under the orders to kill if prompted.

We make our way down to the medical centre, using Wendyl's knowledge of the place as our guide. The place turns out to be a crappy closet-sized room with a cabinet full of medical supplies; bandaids, hydrogen peroxide and more.
Butters' eyes widen in delight when he sees all of the supplies.

"Guys, we should take all of this stuff. It'll be really useful!" He opens his backpack and checks how much room it has, "I've got more than enough room for most of this stuff."

Before we can respond, a girl shoulder length black hair steps out of the room.