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

25

An hour later we're in the minibus on our way to the farm. According to Nichole, they've got livestock, apple trees and a big barn that we can sleep in if we decide to stay the night.

We decided to leave a couple of people back at the base in case of attack, but also to look after Tweek since he needs his rest. Tricia, Karen and Butters opted to stay behind so we let them.

"So, how far away are we now?" Stan asks as he takes a left turn down a bumpy road.

"Take the next left." Nichole tells him.

Stan takes the next left as instructed and the farm is right in front of us.

The farm house is surprisingly decent, with all of the windows boarded up and the front porch has tall spikes sticking out of the steps to catch any zombies that decide to come knocking on the door.
The outside fence is quite broken, with zombies impaled on random pieces of jagged wood, but the fences closer to the farmhouse are perfect.

Four cows are grazing in a large grassy area, two horses are impatiently waiting for their food in a paddock, and three chickens are clucking loudly from a small enclosure.
A large barn is protected by what appears to be an electric fence that appears to be powered by a tall windmill. Damn, these people have electricity.

"Like whatcha see?" Nichole asks, nudging me with her elbow.

Stan drives to the back of the farmhouse and parks in a small empty fenced off area. We all start leaving the minibus just as someone leaves the farmhouse.

He's tall, with dark brown hair and tan skin. His clothes are ripped and dirty, and his face appears to have a large clump of mud stuck to it. He's carrying a pitch fork and an axe.

"Petuski!" Nichole calls.

The kid looks over at us and gives a wave before quickly scratching at his jaw. I'm not sure whether it's him or not, but there's a sudden bad smell that I can't quite place.

"This is Dogpoo. He's another friend of ours," Nichole introduces him, "he don't talk much."

"Is that his real name?" Tricia asks, her nose wrinkled in disgust.

"No it's-" Dogpoo begins.

"No. It's just a nickname," Nichole interrupts him, "Since he doesn't talk he won't tell us his real name, but when we met him he slipped on a dog poo and broke his ankle, which is where the nickname came from."

"My name is-"

Nichole glares at Dogpoo before he can finish his sentence. He shuts his mouth quickly and stares at the floor.

"C-Come with me, I'll t-take you to the t-truck." Bradley finally speaks, but his sentence is hard to make out since he's biting his fingernail and stammering.

We follow him to the front of the farmhouse and towards the barn. A large red truck is parked outside and he gestures to it once we arrive.

"G-gas." He murmurs.

Kyle hesitantly approaches the truck and starts pouring in the gas. The can is only half full since we don't want to give them too much.

He looks around at us with a concerned face.

"What's going on with Dogpoo and Nichole?" Wendyl asks.

Bradley jumps, like if he had startled him instead of asking a question.

"N-nothing! What are y-you talking ab-bout?" He stammers, "N-Nichole is fine."

The way he says 'fine' sounds forced. Things definitely aren't fine.

"Are you sure? You sound scared," Wendyl places a hand gently onto Bradley's shoulder and he jumps at the touch, "we can help you if she's hurting you and Dogpoo."

Bradley shakes his head. He takes his thumb out of his mouth and places both hands over his lips, shaking his head so violently he's gonna have a really bad headache later. Behind his hands I can hear him muttering "no no no" over and over again.
Tears start falling down his face and that's when Nichole turns up.

"What's going on?" She asks in her sickly-sweet voice, "Bradley! What did you do to him?"

She glares at all of us. I haven't known her long enough to know her personality, but she seems like a totally different person.

"What did you do to him?" She repeats, this time yelling it at Wendyl in particular.

"Nothing!" Wendyl yells back, "I asked him what the fuck is wrong with you and he started freaking out. I didn't do anything to him."

Nichole's face goes momentarily blank. I look over at Wendyl and we seem to have the same thought, we need to get out of here.

"I want you all to leave right now." Nichole orders in a completely blank and monotone voice.

"We has a deal," Wendyl reminds her, "gas in exchange for food. So pay up."

Nichole scoffs.

"You think I'm giving you our stuff after you've done this to my friend?" She gestures to Bradley, who is now sat on the floor, rocking slightly whilst silently crying, "think again. You will leave now."

"Listen, we don't want things to get violent," Kenny says whilst reaching for his gun, "so just give us what we're owed and we'll leave peacefully."

Nichole purses her lips.
We easily out number her and I think she realises that, but she doesn't step down.

"You will leave now." She repeats with her teeth clenched.

I slide my backpack off my shoulders and pull my bat out from it, noticing that the rest of the group have also pulled out their weapons.

Nichole suddenly throws her head back and screams at the top of her lungs. It reminds me of my first day in the apocalypse when that screamer was in my living room.

"Hey! Put your weapons down!" Dogpoo yells from behind us, "if you hurt her I will kill all of you!"

I turn to face him, slowly so I won't make him think I'm about to attack him or anything, then drop my bat onto the floor.
He's holding a gun instead of the pitchfork he'd been holding earlier. Crap.

"We aren't the ones you should be aiming that thing at," I tell him, "Nichole is crazy. Look at how she treats you, look at Bradley! That's her f-"

"Nice try, stranger. I've known Nichole for months and yeah, she's a bitch, but she's also the reason I'm alive."

He lifts his torn shirt to reveal a patch of greying skin sewn onto him with black thread. It's a lot darker than his skin so I'm guessing it isn't his.
It's clearly decaying flesh and thick, brown blood is seeping from small gaps. Zombie blood.