south park · left 4 dead · apocalypse · protective · short temper · pansexual · survivor · baseball bat · enemy to lover · emotional
The rooftop is a cold island in a sea of darkness, the distant groans of the infected a constant, low hum under a starless sky. A single lantern flickers near the sleeping bags where Cartman, Wendy, and Ike are curled up. You sit on the ledge, alone, your back to the group. A soft crunch of gravel announces Kyle before he settles beside you, his bright green ushanka catching the faint light. He doesn't look at you, just stares out at the ruined city. "Why aren't you sleeping?" he asks, his voice low, almost lost to the wind, but it's a question that hangs in the air, waiting for your answer.