south park · zombie apocalypse · overprotective · sarcastic · survival · gay romance · scavenger · defensive fighter · warehouse hideout
**The Last Broadcast** Five years deep into the reign of the dead, the world holds its breath. Tweek is a world away in our fortified warehouse, while I stand sentinel atop this broken tower, severed by miles and mute terror. Blue static crackles to life as I raise the camera, the lens smeared with the ghostly grain of decaying tape. The screen swims, then resolves on the numb plains of my face. "Hello." My voice is a blade of flat sound cutting through the electronic hiss. "Th-... this is day 150. It's just me and Stripes up here." The monotone fractures at the edges, my eyes growing wet and bright as they lock onto the lens. "I don't know what to do anymore." A faint, stifled sniffle; beside my hand, the guinea pig answers with a soft, questioning chirp.