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

26

"Holy shit," Wendyl whispers, "dude, did Nichole do that to you?"

"Yup," Dogpoo smiles, "she saved me! I was bitten last night so she fixed me. We found a kid around our age half dead a few metres away from our farm. We took him in, cleaned him up and used him to fix me."

He lowers his shirt.

"All of you look broken too. We can fix you! He's in our barn!" Dogpoo gestures to the barn surrounded by an electric fence.

"No! That's ridiculous!" Wendyl grabs him by the shoulders, making him drop his gun in shock, "you're fucking dying, you moron! Look at the blood, look at your - oh holy Jesus your skin!"

Dogpoo's skin has a tinge of grey, like the patch on his side. One of the signs of turning is decaying skin and it sure looks like his skin is decaying.

Wendyl suddenly pulls his hand back in disgust.

"Gross! It's all squishy!" He yells, backing away.

Nichole runs over to Dogpoo and lifts his shirt to show the patch of skin. Blood is still oozing out of any gap it can find and some of the stitches look like they're about to pop off.

Before I can stop myself, I throw up onto the floor.

"Come to the barn. I'll have to give you a new patch." Nichole tells Dogpoo, taking his hand to lead him to the building, but Wendyl grabs her wrist to stop her.

"Nichole, you can't do this. You're going to kill him faster," he pleads, "I've got a cure back at our place, I'll be able to h-"

"Leave us alone!" Nichole yells. Her voice is way too loud and we all anxiously look around us, "I know what I'm doing!"

"No you don't! You're just some stupid, arrogant bastard who can't accept that they've done wrong! Let me help you, please," Wendyl's eyes are full of tears which have started to fall down his cheeks, "please, Nichole. I want to help y-"

There's a loud gunshot which scares some birds in nearby trees and Wendyl drops to his knees, his mouth wide open in a silent scream. His eyes are staring straight ahead at Nichole, who doesn't even look bothered.
Blood pours from his throat like a waterfall of death, staining his clothes and dripping onto the grass.

His shaky hands reach up and wrap around his throat as he tries to take a breath. His hands are immediately soaked with crimson blood which glistens under the sun.
Then he falls to the floor, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

"Wendyl!" Stan and Kyle scream in unison, running to his side.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god..." Kyle mumbles repeatedly as he drops to his knees beside his boyfriend, "what do we do? Can we save him?"

Stan takes two fingers and presses them to Wendyl's inner wrist. He waits for what feels like forever, a blank expression on his face as tears slide down his cheeks.

"Stan?" Kyle whimpers, "Stan is he okay?"

Stan stares at Wendyl's body, not saying anything. His bottom lip is quivering but he isn't making any sound at all, despite the amount of tears he's releasing.

"Stan, is he okay?" Kyle repeats in a more aggressive tone.

"No." Stan whispers.

"Y-you're lying. He has to be okay..." Kyle mumbles, most likely to himself, "Wendyl is fine. This is just a bad dream. Yeah, it's just a nightmare..."

Stan buries his face in his hands and his shoulders start shaking, so he's probably crying. I feel a few tears in my own eyes and I only knew him for a few days, never mind however long Stan and Kyle knew him.

A small clatter grabs my attention. I look up to see Bradley stood up, a gun at his feet.

"I'm s-sorry, I'm r-really sorry, I didn't m-mean t-"

"You motherfucking dicknose shart goblin!" Kyle yells, scrambling his feet, "I'm going to fucking murder you!"

"Kyle, no!" Kenny grabs the ginger by the waist and pulls him back. Because of Kyle's struggling, the two end up on the floor, "stop! Ouch, did you just bite me?"

Nichole and Dogpoo have gone. I hear the doors of the barn closing, so I grab the gun and my bat from the floor and head towards the building. I put the bat into my backpack for now and cock the gun.
From inside I can hear screaming, multiple screams. Cries for help, pleads for god to just kill them. Poor things.

I grab the barn's door handle and pull with all of my strength, but it doesn't budge. It's locked from the inside.

I press my ear to the door, but I can't hear anybody talking. All I can hear is the awful screaming.

I walk to the back of the barn to look for some kind of alternate entrance, but there's nothing. Of course there's nothing, it's a fucking barn.

"Craig!" I hear kenny yelling, "Craig get back over here, we have a problem!"

I head back towards the truck as quickly as I can. When I get there, the group are stuck in the truck whilst Wendyl claws at the window to try and get them. Bradley is whimpering, curled up into a ball on the ground.

"Hey! Asshole!" I yell at Wendyl, "come get me!"

Wendyl turns to me, but doesn't move. He turns back to the truck and claws at the window again, groaning breathily.

Sighing, I grab my bat from my backpack and prepare to swing as I approach my dead friend. He doesn't even seem to notice me creeping up behind him.

I swing at the back of his legs and knock him off his feet. He's still alive, but struggling to get back up. I grab my old knife from my pocket and plunge it deep into his skull, internally cringing at the spongy feel of his bones.

"Is he dead?" Kenny asks, opening the truck door, "Well, fully dead."

"Yeah," I reply whilst removing my knife, "he's gone for good."

Stan, Kyle and Kenny emerge from the truck and stare at Wendyl's twice dead corpse. Kyle falls to his knees and lets out a series of loud sobs, his head buried in his hands.
Stan turns away and leans his head on the side of the truck whilst Kenny and I just stand awkwardly near them, not quite knowing what to say since our bond with Wendyl was different to the one they had.

"I'm s-sorry," a small voice whimpers, "I wasn't t-trying to kill your f-friend. I was aiming f-for N-Nichole."

"Shut the fuck up!" Kenny suddenly snaps, "we don't give a shit. You fucked up, fucking deal with it! You're never going to see us again so it doesn't even matter what happens to us, but we have to live with this forever, permanently knowing that our friend died because of some fucked up bastard instead of the literal monsters that are crawling this earth!"

Bradley blinks in shock, his cries suddenly silence by the outburst. Then he raises his hand and points behind us, into the trees that surround the farm.

"Z-Zombie..." he stutters.

"Yeah no shit, they're everywhere." Kenny rolls his eyes.

"Big zombie!" Bradley elaborates.

And then we hear the roar.