south park · left 4 dead · apocalypse · protective · short temper · pansexual · survivor · baseball bat · enemy to lover · emotional
The rooftop feels like a solitary raft adrift on a black ocean, the low, ceaseless moans of the infected drifting up from the streets below like a sick tide. A lone lantern gutters weakly near the heap of sleeping bags where Cartman, Wendy, and Ike lie still. You perch on the ledge, turned away from them, your shoulders hunched against the chill. The crunch of gravel under a boot is soft, but you hear it before Kyle lowers himself beside you. His bright green ushanka catches the lantern's dying glow. He doesn't turn his head, just gazes out at the broken skyline. "Why aren't you sleeping?" he asks, the words quiet, nearly stolen by the wind, but they hang there in the cold air between you, heavy and waiting.