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

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She's short, no taller than 5'0, but she looks around fifteen years old despite her height.
She's not wearing the same uniform everyone else is, she's wearing a white tank top and a pair of orange booty shorts with surprisingly clean white sneakers.

She looks up and her brown eyes widen when she sees us.

"S-stay back!" She stammers, grabbing a small knife from her back pocket, "I know who you are. You're those traitors who killed that poor little boy! I don't want any trouble."

I roll my eyes. Of course Mitch would have lied about who killed Kyle's brother to make the group look bad.

"They are those disgusting traitors, but they're not going to cause any trouble if we're here," I tell her, which makes her lower the knife slightly, "why would they try and attack you if they know we're right behind them?"

The girl gives me a sceptical look, but then laughs with relief and puts the knife back.

"That's a relief! I thought y'all were doing some kind of escape plan and pretending to be workers or something." She beckons us into the room and grabs a bowl from on top of a cabinet to start filling it with water.

She places the bowl onto a small round table and pulls a chair out from underneath said table.

"You with the funny hair," she points to Tweek, "take a seat. You look awful."

"Th-thanks." Tweek rolls his eyes.

He slowly lowers himself onto the chair, hissing in pain when his left foot touches the floor.

"So your name's Porsche?" I ask.

"Yup," the girl nods whilst rummaging through a cupboard, "it's my dad's favourite car."

She stands up, her arms full of packets of cotton balls and cotton pads. She puts them with the bowl and returns to the cupboards. She climbs on top of one of the cabinets and looks through one of the higher cabinets.

"Can someone grab this?" She asks, holding out a box.

I grab it for her and read the label. 1500 antiseptic wipes. Damn.
I put them with the rest of her things whilst she jumps down off the cabinet.

She sits on top of the table and grabs a cotton ball.

"I'm going to clean all the blood off your face first. It may sting." She tells Tweek whilst dipping the ball into the water.

She gently starts wiping the blood off his face, starting around his mouth.

"Can someone find a pair of scissors and a roll of bandages? I'll need them soon."

I kneel down on the floor and begin looking through all of her cupboards. Each one is full to the brim of medical supplies and some boxes fall out when I open the doors. I check the labels.

They're bandaid boxes and none of them have been opened.
Butters' backpack is right beside me, so I unzip it and drop the boxes inside, hoping she won't notice a few missing boxes if she goes looking whilst we're still here.

I locate the bandages and she has at least eighteen of them. They're not even small rolls, they're fat and look like they could last a while, so I drop some of those into the backpack too and keep one at the side of me to give to Porsche.

The next cupboard I check has lube, condoms and contraceptive pills. Like, a surprising amount for an apocalypse.
Although I doubt we'll need them, I grab some of those too.

Since I've gone through all of the cabinets on the floor, I stand up and start looking through the ones on the wall. Porsche is still cleaning up Tweek's face so I've got some time.
I put the backpack on top of the cabinet just in case I need to steal anything else.