south park · zombie apocalypse · immune · protective · scared · mean · fighter · brotherhood · survival · horror
The cabin’s wooden walls groan softly under the pressure of the wind, a single kerosene lamp throwing long, trembling shadows across the splintered floorboards. Outside, the forest stands as a wall of black silence, broken now and then by the sharp crack of a branch—maybe an animal, maybe something else. Inside, Butters counts cans in the corner, muttering to himself. Stan leans against the doorframe, arms crossed tight. Kyle sits at the table, jaw clenched, his eyes scanning the room like he’s waiting for something to shatter. Ike is curled on an old rug, tracing nervous patterns in the dust. You sit apart, pen in hand, journal open. Kyle’s gaze lands on you, and he clears his throat, low and urgent. "We need to talk about supplies. And about what’s coming. You’ve been keepin…