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

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I wake up to the sound of arguing. Stan and Kenny, with Kyle pleading for them to shut up.

"What's going on?" I ask, my morning voice croaky and more monotone than usual.

"This asshole thinks we should stay here another night." Stan gestures to Kenny before crossing his arms.

"And this asshole wants to leave. Look at it outside!" Kenny opens the door and I instantly hear a rumble of thunder and the heavy rain.

"Help me, Craig!" Kyle pleads, "they won't stop arguing. They've been going on for almost two hours now."

The three of them look to me for help. Goddamnit, why am I always the one who has to deal with this crap?

"Fine," I sigh, securing my towel before sliding out of bed, "Stan, whilst I agree that we should get home as soon as possible, I'm siding with Kenny. The storm is as bad as it was last night so we should just wait until it passes."

Kenny shoots Stan a smug look and gets a middle finger in return.

"What about food? We don't have any here and none of us have eaten since breakfast yesterday." Stan points out.

"Oh yeah," I scratch the back of my neck whilst I think, "we could check the other rooms for food. If there isn't any then..."

"We'll go home!" Stan finishes, "I agree with the plan. Get dressed and let's go, I'm starving."

"You're not starving, Stan. Children in Africa are starving. You are just hungry." Kyle corrects him.

"I'm starving." Stan repeats.

Kyle opens his mouth to argue back, but a loud crash outside prevents him from doing so. He and Kenny run to the door and peer over the railing.

"Hey! Get off our minibus!" Kenny yells at someone.

I run over to where I left my clothes and start pulling them on so I can help. They're uncomfortably damp but there's nothing I can do about it right now.

I grab my bat and look over the railing to see who's there. It doesn't look like a someone, it's more of a something.

"Gross, what is that?" Stan, who I hadn't heard join us, exclaims when he sees the creature.

It looks like a dog due to the large flapping ears and the long whiskery snout, but it's standing on two legs and doesn't appear to have a tail. The legs appear to be human, however the 'arms' look more canine.

It suddenly looks up at us, bearing its teeth and snarling. Drool drips from its mouth and pools around the feet along with the puddles created by the immense rain.

"Jesus Christ!" Kyle yelps, backing up slowly.

"What is that?" Stan repeats.

"I-I don't know!" Kenny runs a hand through his hair, "some kind of new mutation, maybe? Fuck, Wendyl would love this shit."

Stan flinches at the mention of Wendyl's name, but doesn't get mad.

"He would, the fucking weirdo." He gives a small laugh.

"Guys, what do we do?" kyle asks nervously.

The creature seems to be watching us, teeth still showing as a warning. The eyes are black with glints of blue and they look almost human. Almost.

"We should get back in the room," I tell the others, "barricade ourselves in until it gets bored and leaves."

"Are you serious?" Stan pinches the bridge of his nose, "that thing might stay out there until we die of hunger or dehydration, or both!"

"Then kill it." Kyle tells him.

"Me?" Stan raises an eyebrow.

"Yes, you, idiot," Kyle grabs Kenny's sniper rifle and shoves it into his boyfriend's arms, "kill it before it kills us."

Stan rolls his eyes, but places the gun onto the railing to aim it at the creature.

"Umm guys, where did it go?"

We all run back to the railing. The creature is gone.

"You lost it?" Kenny yells, "great. Now we're going to fucking die because of you!"

"Because of me? Fuck you, McCormick!" Stan yells back.

"Guys." I grab Stan's shoulder.

He shakes my hand off him and glares at me.

"Not now," he turns back to Kenny, "if you'd just-"

"Guys." I repeat.

"Not now!" Kenny and Stan both snap at me.

Kenny swings a punch at Stan whilst he's distracted. He staggers backwards, almost over the railings. The gun falls to the floor with a loud clatter.

"Kenny, what are you doing?" Kyle demands, running to Stan's side, "his nose is bleeding, great. Does anyone have some kind of rag?"

"Guys!" I repeat yet again. Everybody turns to me with an annoyed look on my face, "it's right behind you."

The three of them look over their shoulders towards the stairs, where the creature is sat. It still seems to be watching us, more interested in observing than eating us alive. A layer of drool is covering the metal steps, adding to the puddles formed by the rain.

"What do we do?" Kyle whispers, too scared to speak loudly.

The creature cocks its head, ears perked up in interest.

"Can you understand us?" Stan asks slowly.

It slowly nods, as if mocking the way he spoke to it.

"Can you speak?"

It shakes its head, ears flapping.

"This is so cool!" Kenny grins, but the smile falls from his face as he asks, "do you want to hurt us?"

The creature nods and licks its lips with a long black tongue that is dripping with thick zombie blood.

We all seem to have the same thought that we need to get out of there, and fast, so we all start running away from the creature.
We run down the corridor and down the steps on the opposite side of the motel.

As the creature follows us, its feet loudly smack against the hard concrete floor, constantly reminding us of how close it actually is.

"Guys, I'm... running out of breath," Stan pants, "my asthma... I need.. to stop."

We've reached the staircase at this point and the creature is halfway to us. If we stop to break into another room then we're going to be eaten alive.
We all seem to realise this as we slow down from a sprint to a leisurely jog.

I can hear wheezing as Stan gulps in large amounts of air.

The creature is getting closer.

"Just go," Stan leans against the railing to catch his breath. He throws Kenny the keys, "I'll try and hold it off while you guys get as far away as you can."

Kenny shrugs at me and takes off running towards the minibus.

"Craig, go without us," Kyle hands me the rifle, "I'm staying with Stan."

"What? No! You're coming with us, both of you!" I grab Kyle's wrist, "I'm not leaving anyone else behind."

"Just go. The creature is almost here." Kyle pulls his arm out of my grasp and walks up a couple of steps so I can't try and grab him again.

The pounding of feet against concrete begins slowing down as it approaches. Thunder rumbles in the distance.

Reluctantly, I turn and run towards the bus.
Just before I close the doors behind me, I hear two gunshots.