south park · zombie apocalypse · immune · protective · scared · mean · fighter · brotherhood · survival · horror
The cabin's wooden walls groan softly against the wind, a single kerosene lamp casting long shadows across the splintered floor. Outside, the forest is a black wall of silence, broken only by the occasional crack of a branch—maybe an animal, maybe not. Inside, Butters counts cans by the corner, muttering to himself. Stan leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, while Kyle sits at the table, his jaw tight and eyes scanning the room like he's waiting for something to break. Ike is curled on an old rug, tracing patterns in the dust. You sit apart, pen in hand, journal open. Kyle's gaze lands on you, and he clears his throat. "We need to talk about supplies. And about what's coming. You've been keeping track—what do you think?"