Flesh - South Park Apocalypse Fanfic

IV

Dogpoo was sat outside in the garden, hammering at some dried up dirt. That wasn't his real name, people just called him that because he only took a bath in the river once a month. For that, he was usually avoided by the cleaner people.

It was sunny, the worst time for gardening. He poured the water from the watering can into the wooden box and watched the dirt gain colour again. It was nice out, and even Pip seemed joyous.

He was tending the garden, humming to himself. He specialised in looking after flowers and vegetables, all healthy and green. He smiled when he saw a spider, letting it crawl up his arm.

There was a scream from Red, as she swatted it dead and off of his arm. "Red!" Pip squealed, jumping. "It wasn't hurting me! It was a good spider."

"Spiders suck." She said bluntly then continued walking inside with a basket full of carrots.

"Oh well, do you like spiders, Dogpoo?" Dogpoo nodded and showed him a thick, black one which he had in his pocket. Pip wasn't sure of what to make of it, it was kind of frightening. He liked spiders, but only small, thin ones.

He walked over to him and watched Dogpoo giggle as it tickled his arm. Pip smiled and continued staring at it. The birds were chirping, the stream running long with pebbles clashing, and it was fairly warm. A nice day for once. But tonight it was going to rain, grey clouds said that.

"Pip, Dogpoo, inside please." They heard a little boy speak mindlessly-like. The two nodded then walked in, watching how other children ran to the hall. They were all aged 4-7, some were born at the start of the apocalypse and they had taken them in.

The two sat at the side on benches, waiting for everyone to arrive. There were about 97 kids, last time they counted. Pip saw Damien and waved him over, instantly hugging his arm. "Hey sweetheart!" He chimed, but as Damien had a mask on he didn't reply. Instead, he slipped his arm around his waist.

"Is that everyone?" Gregory came in, counting heads briefly. "Okay, Christophe will be here soon, he's just sorting his outfit out. Please stay quiet for his arrival, and make sure to look best for him." He sounded professional, wearing a slightly ripped and dirty tuxedo.

Gary came in and sat next to Bradley, trying to avoid Dogpoo. He didn't mind, he was busy crushing some dirt in his palm. "Hello, Bradley." He said formerly. Bradly muttered something under his breath, nodding back.

"Stand!" Christophe suddenly ordered as he entered, and everyone stood up. He had a cigarette in his grasp, wearing a camouflage jacket, trousers, and black boots and t-shirt. "This is the group conversation about Wendy's group. Please sit." Everyone took their seat. "So, you are all aware on Wendy's group and ours joining together. We won't be sharing a building, but we'll help as much as we can. Any notes?"

Bradley rose his hand and got pointed at. "They've got good people." He said as quietly as he could for Christophe to barely hear it.

"Yes, everyone there seems friendly. Anyone else? No? Okay, they've been struggling with food so we may need to give them some of ours. Keep in mind that they have 8 horses and we only have 2. Is that okay with everyone?" There was a light humming from the teenagers and little kids. "Then it's settled. I just wanted to make sure that everyone was okay with them-" Someone stood up, hand in the air. Everyone looked back at the tall, black dressed figure. Christophe nodded towards him. "Yes, Michael?"

"How do we know that the people are actually nice? Like, what if they're really bitchy, have you had a talk with each? For all we know it's all an act, and have you talked to anyone else? There may be psychos in there." He spoke, and it seemed to hit their leader.