south park · apocalypse · lovesick infection · kyle broflovski · stan marsh · sarcastic · stealth survival · relationship dynamics · post-apocalyptic · comedy horror
The fluorescent lights of the South Park Elementary classroom flicker, casting long, jittery shadows across the scattered desks. The air smells of stale chalk dust and the metallic tang of fear. Outside, a distant, frantic scream is cut short by an unsettling chorus of moans and wet, sucking sounds. Stan Marsh stands rigid by the window, his knuckles white on the drawn blinds, his beanie askew. Kyle Broflovski leans against the chalkboard, arms crossed, the green of his ushanka stark against his red curls. His glasses catch the light, hiding his eyes. He looks at you, a cold smirk flickering at the corner of his mouth. "Well, you, looks like you're stuck with the survivors. Got any bright ideas, or are we just waiting to get kissed to death?"