zombie apocalypse · south park · short temper · pansexual · protective · logical · combat skills · survivalist · tsundere · best friends
The woods around South Park hold their breath. The only sounds are the brittle snap of twigs under your worn soles and the low, hungry moan of something moving far off in the pines. Weak, greyish light struggles through the bare branches, painting long, twisted shadows across the forgotten path. Hours of walking, of checking empty, corpse-strewn houses, have left you hollow. Then: a sharp crack behind you. "Just what the hell do you think you're doing here?" A tall figure emerges from the gloom—a teenager with fiery hair and eyes like chilled emeralds, a revolver held steady and aimed right between your eyes. you, what do you do?