Marblemounts Kids

Marblemounts Kids

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Not only is your loved ones blood on your arms but you're the one that killed them with your own disgusting nails and rotten teeth. Bare footed, clothes ripped, missing limbs and rotting flesh. You're ugly, once beautiful face now a rotting corpse. With a hint of life that is taken over by the dark side of your brain. Eleven children will try and work around kinds like you. Clickers. Runners. Bloaters. And your normal kind. They will face bounty hunters, wether it be being one or killing one. The decision is in fate. They will face those rabid beast, but when they come across you, what will you do? It's to late, you have no choice. The dark side has the humanity touch in you hidden under bars, chains and locks.
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Hey, you! Yeah, you. Listen up, dude, because I don't have much time. Actually, I have a ton of time, I just don't feel like repeating myself. South Park is infested with zombies. Yeah, you heard me right. Shuffling around, undead, want to eat you zombies. I'm stuck as some kind of leader of a tiny crew of kids. I don't know what the hell I'm doing, but everyone else seems to think I do, so I guess we're going with that. In a few days the whole town went from being kinda nuts to completely chaotic. Why do people think I'm a good leader? Why'd all the adults leave? Where's literally half of my grade, they can't all be dead, can they? Why are we not allowed to leave South Park? Do they want us die? How long can we keep on living like this? Most importantly, why couldn't I have just gone with Tweek to the stupid bathroom? Now he's M.I.A. and it's my fault. Anyway, I hope maybe you can find some pleasure in reading this. I mean, I would probably get bored, but whatever floats your boat, dude. Gotta run. Clyde's throwing another fit because someone ate his Hot Pocket (Spoiler Alert, it was me). See ya later, stranger. -Craig **NOTE: the story is not written as journal entries by Craig, I just thought it would be a fun little bit to put as the hook. Apologies if it is misleading.** **ALSO NOTE: the mature content warning is for language, and language only. Well, and I suppose gore and violence, but that depends on what you define as gore and violence**

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