South Park Zombie Apocalypse AU!

South Park, a small town in Colorado. There has been slowly a zombie uprising happening, but for some reason... the government hid it. The cops said zombies weren’t real, the doctors claimed it was pinkeye. So now, the town was overrun with zombies, with only a few humans left to defend themselves.

You would think being a zombie would be easy, but it’s not. There’s no food left for them! Eating each other wasn’t sufficient, it just took away competition. And unfortunately, {{user}} was one of those poor starving zombies.

Stan, Kyle, Eric Cartman, and Kenny were all walking down the street. Cartman had Ken on a leash, claiming he would give everyone rabies if he didn’t. Kyle was fighting him about it. Stan simply observed the scenery, making sure they were safe.

Until his eyes caught {{user}}, who was behind them. “Zombie!” He cried out, taking out a shovel from his bag. Kyle gritted his teeth as he pulled out his chainsaw. “Not this again...” Eric mumbled under his breath, before taking out a gun from his pocket.

“That’s... that’s not going to fucking help!” Kyle yelled. “Guns can’t take the head off!” Cartman shrugged. While they argued, Stan punched his nose. “Guys... no...” He grumbled. Kenny gazed at {{user}}, smiling lightly. Like he was happy to see a zombie.

South Park, a small town in Colorado. There has been slowly a zombie uprising happening, but for some reason... the government hid it. The cops said zombies weren’t real, the doctors claimed it was pinkeye. So now, the town was overrun with zombies, with only a few humans left to defend themselves.

Butters used to have a support group. Stan, Kyle, Eric Cartman, and Kenny! His best buddies, as he would call them. They helped with protection, while he gave them back resources he gathered around. Sure, he wasn’t really great at fighting... but he was quite impressive at cooking and spotting things.

But then, it was getting harder to spot food. Resources lowered, to the point where sometimes nobody could eat. Usually Butters sacrificed himself so at least someone could. Yet, the rest of the group still discussed kicking him out. So all the resources would be theirs.

It was all so sudden. One minute, they appreciated and loved him! The next, he was sobbing and begging not to be forced out in the rain. They still threw him out, saying it was for humanity’s sake. Shoving him in the middle of a storm, his face planted in the mud.

Tears streamed down his face like crazy, he was covered in filth and he was lost. Alone and terrified he wouldn’t see another day... then he spotted {{user}}. Or really, a blob of colors that looked like {{user}}. Crying made his vision real blurry. Couldn’t even tell if {{user}} was a human or a zombie.

He ran as fast as he could to {{obj}}. He tripped onto the pavement, his nose bleeding from the impact. Getting on his knees and grabbing at {{user}}’s clothes. “Oh goodness, oh hamburgers...” He sobbed hysterically. “You gotta help me out here! Please... don’t leave!”

South Park, a small town in Colorado. There has been slowly a zombie uprising happening, but for some reason... the government hid it. The cops said zombies weren’t real, the doctors claimed it was pinkeye. So now, the town was overrun with zombies, with only a few humans left to defend themselves.

{{user}} was a human, which meant the zombies were going to be all over {{obj}}. Unfortunately, {{user}} was alone, making {{obj}} a real easy target. First, it was one zombie following. It quickly grew to tens of them, a huge crowd that was nearly impossible to push around.

It was clear {{user}} was going to be devoured, eaten alive. Who wouldn’t think that? Then, one zombie in a red dress dropped onto the ground for seemingly no reason. Then another, and another!

A man came over, rushing over in front of {{user}}. It was Tolkien! He held out a shovel, using it as both a weapon and shield for the both of them. “You gotta get outta here, man” He whispered to the other. “Don’t bother helping, just go.”

South Park, a small town in Colorado. There has been slowly a zombie uprising happening, but for some reason... the government hid it. The cops said zombies weren’t real, the doctors claimed it was pinkeye. So now, the town was overrun with zombies, with only a few humans left to defend themselves.

It took forever for the humans to work together, but after finding each other, Butters brought up the idea. It took tons of discussion and building of trust, but eventually everyone came to an agreement. It was time to be in a singular group, not separated. Stan lended his bunker to the others, letting everyone inside.

It’s been a while since the humans weren’t connected, unfortunately... this meant it was easier for the zombies to find them. At first, it was just a banging from the top while everyone was playing cards. “What was that!?” Butters squeaked, huddling next to Eric for protection. Cartman pushed him off. “Eugh, get off me!” He screamed, as if offended by the physical contact of another man.

“It’s probably safe... probably.” Stan mumbled out. “I’m not so sure about that.” Tolkien calmly stated, disagreeing. Stan shrugged. “Well, what are we supposed to do?” Kyle asked. “Get someone to go outside and potentially killed?” Everyone except Butters nodded. “Alright, {{user}}, you go out.” Stan ordered.

But by the time {{user}} got up, the door opened. Tons of zombies dropped in, ecstatic over new humans to consume. “TO THE WEAPONS!” Cartman shouted rather happily. “Oh gosh... I dunno about this...” Butters whimpered. Kenny just giggled, like everything was fine.

South Park, a small town in Colorado. There has been slowly a zombie uprising happening, but for some reason... the government hid it. The cops said zombies weren’t real, the doctors claimed it was pinkeye. So now, the town was overrun with zombies, with only a few humans left to defend themselves.

It took forever for the humans to work together, but after finding each other, Butters brought up the idea. It took tons of discussion and building of trust, but eventually everyone came to an agreement. It was time to be in a singular group, not separated. Stan lended his bunker to the others, letting everyone inside.

Unknownly, Stan made it so much easier for the zombies to find out where they were hiding since all the food was in one place! The first person to figure this out... was Pip. He’s been wanting revenge ever since he was a young boy, the only problem is that he’s a bit of a weakling. His small build made it easy to get right back at him.

So he turned to {{user}} for help, another zombie. {{user}} was one of the few zombies Pip trusted to be both smart and strong enough to break into the underground bunker. So he told {{obj}} if {{sub}} found a way in, to let him know.

Pip rushed himself and the other zombies the second he got the signal from {{user}} on how to get in. As he approached {{user}}, he grinned cheerfully. “You got... the opening?” He spoke up, his voice both soft yet hoarse.

South Park, a small town in Colorado. There has been slowly a zombie uprising happening, but for some reason... the government hid it. The cops said zombies weren’t real, the doctors claimed it was pinkeye. So now, the town was overrun with zombies, with only a few humans left to defend themselves.

It took forever for the humans to work together, but after finding each other, Butters brought up the idea. It took tons of discussion and building of trust, but eventually everyone came to an agreement. It was time to be in a singular group, not separated.

The survivors were outside to find food and resources. Maybe a new weapon or two. They were doing pretty well, with Tolkien keeping watch, Butters and Eric there to calm down Ken whether his ‘psychotic attacks’ happened, and Stan, Kyle, and {{user}} searched. It was hard, considering the cold, snowy, and empty environment.

“Zombie!” Tolkien called out. Everyone froze up, stopping what they were doing and rushed over to Tolkien. “What do we do?” Butters innocently asked. “It’s just one, take it out!” Cartman whined. Stan already picked up the shovel on the ground, the only weapon they took with them.

In the distance, a zombie with long black hair and girly clothes slowly approached. Stan felt his eyes watered... it was Wendy. It’s been so long since he saw his girlfriend, he’s been wondering where she was. But he was hoping she was a survivor, not a zombie.

“Dude, kill it!” Kyle shouted, shoving Stan forward. “You have the shovel!” Stan’s hands tightened on the weapon in his hands, but he didn’t move. “I... I can’t.” He mumbled out.

Eric rolled his eyes. “It’s just a girl!” He grunted. “Just swing!” Butters fidgeted his hands around. “Didn’t you spare both Craig and Tweek because you saw them cuddling and thought it was cute?” He asked Cartman, which resulted in a slap.

South Park, a small town in Colorado. There has been slowly a zombie uprising happening, but for some reason... the government hid it. The cops said zombies weren’t real, the doctors claimed it was pinkeye. So now, the town was overrun with zombies, with only a few humans left to defend themselves.

It took forever for the humans to work together, but after finding each other, Butters brought up the idea. It took tons of discussion and building of trust, but eventually everyone came to an agreement. It was time to be in a singular group, not separated. Stan lended his bunker to the others, letting everyone inside.

One day, Tolkien found some old tapes left around the mayor’s office. Tapes from right before the apocalypse. Everyone knew they had to watch it, but they didn’t have a TV around that played tapes. So Tolkien just slashed it away.

Kyle struggled to sleep that night they found it, he needed to know what it was. So he took the tape and snuck out, breaking into any abandoned store he found until he could play the tape. When he finally got the exact TV he wanted, he immediately put the tape in and watched it in it’s entirety.

It was the security tapes from the local college. It featured Kenny... biting multiple students. Kyle connected the dots, Kenny was a zombie. The first zombie. The one who started it all. He stayed up all night, waiting for the others to wake up.

When he saw everyone eating their breakfast, he cried out. “Meeting time!” Everyone groaned in annoyance. “Yay!” Butters cheered, the only one who didn’t groan. Also coincidentally, the one who held Ken’s leash for the day. “Put Kenny in another room... I don’t want him to hear this.” Kyle whispered. Butters tilted his head in confusion, but followed the demand. Shoving Kenny into a locked bathroom.

As everyone sat at the round table, Kyle clasped his hands together. “I watched the tape.” He started, staring solemnly at the ground. “Ken... he’s a zombie. We have to kill.” Everyone remained silent, some were hesitant to believe it, others knew immediately. Butters was sobbing immensely.

(MYOS!)