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

30

After an hour of driving down thin country roads, I finally admit that I am lost.

"I can't believe this, first we lose Wendyl, then we lose Stan and Kyle, and now we're lost. We're the next ones to die." Kenny mumbles into his hands, which are pressed against his face.

"Dude, I didn't bring us here, Stan did. Nichole probably made us go the long way around so we would get lost," I stop the bus and dig around to look for a map, "besides, we haven't seen many zombies since the farm so unless the storm keeps up we'll probably be fine."

Kenny groans into his hands and gets up from his seat. He moves to the back and lies down on the large one at the back.

"I'm having a quick nap. Shout me if something significant happens."

So I'm left in silence now, with nobody to talk to. The only noise is the windscreen wipers, the heavy rain and the occasional rumble of thunder. The storm seems to be passing now so the chances of getting struck by lightening are probably pretty low now.

My hand brushes something papery in the glove compartment, and as I pull it out I pray that is is a map.
I open up the twice folded piece of paper, being careful not to rip it since the paper is old and tearable, and I'm relieved to find that it is in fact a map. However, it's got lots of arrows, circles and random annotations all over it, making it difficult to see where all the roads are.

I notice one of the circles is around our police station, and I realise that it must've been because Mitch and his crew knew where we were, after all this was his minibus.

I take a moment to figure out which road we are on and I begin driving again.
Not long after, the storm begins to clear up. We must be driving in the opposite direction.

Whilst I'm driving, I notice a small carving in the dashboard. It's a small, misshaped heart with 'K+S+W' scratched inside. Stan must've done it at some point.
The thought makes my heart ache. I can't believe that five of us set off yesterday and only two of us are returning. The others are going to be devastated.

I turn a corner and almost drive into a tree. I hit the breaks quickly and almost crap myself when I hear a loud thud from the back.

"Kenny, you okay?" I call out.

"I fell off the fucking seat but otherwise, I'm fine and dandy."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to knock you off. I almost hit a tree." I tell him as I get back onto the road.

"It's fine. I'm not any more injured than I was an hour ago," I hear his voice getting closer and then he sits back at the seat behind me, "so, d'you know where we're going?"

"Yup," I reply, "we're only around twenty minutes away from the station. If I cut through a fenced off area then we can be there in ten."

I keep driving until we come to the fenced area. I think it was a community farm before this all happened, but all of the crops are dead and there's a decapitated zombie lying in a flowerbed, so I drive through it with no hesitation.

"Dude, what's that?" Kenny suddenly jumps out of his seat and points to something in the sky, "is it smoke?"

I slow down a little until we're basically crawling along the road.

"That's smoke alright." I frown.

"What d'you think caused it?" Kenny asks.

"Where there's smoke, there's fire," I stare out at the smoke. It's a large cloud, so it must be from a huge fire, "I hope Tweek and the others are okay."

Kenny makes an 'mmm' sound in agreement. I drive a little faster and turn a corner that brings us right in front of the police station. And Jesus Christ...

The whole building is up in flames and we can hear it crackling from inside the minibus. The large smoke cloud envelops anything in its way so the whole street is covered in black.

"Oh my god!" Kenny yells, repeatedly slamming his hand onto the 'open door' button until the door finally opens. He runs out onto the street, towards the station, "Karen? Butters? Please, God, say they're okay..."

I follow him out of the minibus and run to the back entrance. And to my relief, sat on the steps with Butters is Tweek.
Sparky runs excitedly around my feet, peeing everywhere. He gets used to people really quick.

Tweek looks up from the ground and jumps in shock when he sees me.

"Craig!" He exclaims, "where the actual f-fuck have you been? You had us all worried!"

"There was a storm and we stayed in a motel overnight, but never mind me, what the hell happened here?" I gesture to the fire.

"Oh, th-that." Tweek makes an annoyed face.

"Some of Wendyl's experiments went wild not long after you'd left. I looked through his notes and he wrote that they can only be killed with fire because of the chemicals in their bodies. I don't understand all of the science but we burned the place," Butters explains, getting to his feet, "now if you excuse me I have to go and find Kenny."

Then he runs around the corner where I assume Kenny is still searching for him.

"Where's Tricia?" I ask Tweek.

"Uhh..." he stares at the floor, "she uh... she ran off with Karen when we started the first couple of fires. We don't know where they went."

"Are you kidding me?" I stare at him in disbelief, "my sister is gone and I didn't even get to say goodbye? Why didn't you stop her?"

"Uh, hello?" Tweek gestures to his leg, "I can't exactly walk unaided, never mind run after two ten year olds on a bike."

I sit down onto the steps beside Tweek and pull my knees up to my chest. He rests his head on my shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Craig," he mumbles, "i don't know how it feels to l-lose a sibling, but I'm here for you, if you want me to be."

He takes my hand and laces our fingers together.

"I want you to be here. With me. Forever." I tell him.

Tweek rubs his thumb over my hand comfortingly.

Then, we hear moaning from around the corner. Loud, constant moaning.
God, those two can't keep their hands off each other. It's quite ridiculous.

"Gross, guys!" I yell, "we can hear you!"

Tweek laughs. It makes my heart flutter to know I did that with a simple comment.

I lean down and press my lips against his cheek, which soon after blushes red.

"I guess there's love in the air." He jokes.

"Well, love is infectious." I smile, looking up into the sky where the smoke clouds are dancing effortlessly through the air.