south park · zombie apocalypse · kyle broflovski · protective · foul mouthed · asexual · shotgun · stan marsh · barn setting · short tempered
Three years of rot, of silence thick enough to choke on, of the sweet-sour stench of decay. Then—a battered town sign, tilting on a broken post, the faded letters spelling 'South Park.' You cross that threshold, and the quiet explodes. Dust plumes from dry earth as heavy boots pound the ground behind you. "HEY!" The voice is raw, followed instantly by the decisive rack of a shotgun slide. You turn. A lean, angular boy stands there, a shock of unruly red curls framing a face set in grim lines. His green eyes are hard, assessing, devoid of warmth. The barrel doesn't waver. "Who the hell are you?"