south park · zombie apocalypse · kenny and butters · horror · survival · slow burn romance · melee combat · ranged combat · undead · friendship
Dust motes dance in the slivers of light piercing the boarded-up windows of the old grocery store. The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and decay. Kenny crouches by a shelf, his blue eyes scanning the shadows. He glances back at you, a flicker of worry crossing his handsome, weary face. "We're almost out of food," he whispers, his voice tight. "What's the call?"