Some of y'all wanted the insults thing so here it is ^

"I can't believe this is our final goodbye." Clyde mumbles into my chest as I give him a tight hug.

"I know. It sucks, but at least you're not Bebe."

Clyde sniffles, but laughs a little. He pulls himself away from me and wipes his eyes with his already damp sleeve, then I'm suddenly tackled by Kevin.

"Jesus Christ, man!" I laugh as I almost fall to the floor.

"Good luck, Craig. Thanks for not killing me when I sneezed on your breakfast bar last month."

"No problem," I ruffle his hair, "look after Clyde for me. He's probably going to cry for a week."

Kevin pats me on the back and slides into the car. Kyle was chosen to take my friends back to our base in a crappy BMW with only one cracked side mirror and no doors. I wouldn't be surprised if the thing fell apart halfway there and they had to walk the rest of the way.

Clyde reluctantly sits in the middle seat of the car beside Kevin. He hates sitting in the back since he's always been the one to do the driving, except for the times I took over, which he hated.

"See you l-later, buddy." Jimmy pats my back and grins.

He turns to walk towards the car, but there's suddenly a loud gunshot and he drops to the floor. Blood seeps out of the hole from his head and pools around my shoes.

"Oh my god!" Kyle screams.

I can't move, I'm frozen. I want to scream, I want to fall to my knees and hug his body, I want to get revenge, but I'm frozen in place, just staring at his corpse.

"What's going on out here? Who's shooting?" Tweek demands, sliding down the ladder that brings you to the entrance.

"Tweek... we meet again," An unknown voice sneers, "I told you I'd find you all."

I look up to see a fat man in a blood-red jacket flanked by two girls brandishing large guns.

He clicks his fingers and the girls whip two dirty cloths from their pockets. They grab Kevin and Clyde and throw them to the floor before pressing the cloths to their noses until the two of them stop struggling and their arms fall to the floor.

They're all wearing similar clothing - cargo shorts, steel toe boots and camo tank tops, but the fat guy also has a red cape and a blue poofball hat.
Their bodies are covered in cuts, bruises and bites. None of them seem infected, but there's always a chance there's one hidden somewhere.

"Mitch," Tweek steps in front of me and pushes me behind him slightly, "how did you find us?"

"It was easy, really. Some of my crew found Jason's rocks scattered at different spots around town whilst scavenging. They lead us close to here and we saw Wendy on her little bicycle going scavenging on her own a few times," The guy explains with a casual shrug, "where is she, anyway? I've gone months without any decent sex."

Kyle clenches his fists and glares at Mitch.

"Kyle. G-go inside and hide the food. We don't want this fat idiot finding it all." Tweek commands with a wink. Was it a wink or was it a twitch?

Kyle reluctantly leaves and goes back into the station.
The girls are now lifting the unconscious bodies of my friends back into the car and buckling them in.

"What do you want, Mitch?" Tweek asks, crossing his arms.

"I told you. I want my girl," Mitch shrugs, stepping closer to Tweek until they are merely inches away. He grabs Tweek's chin and forces him to look down at him, due to his height, "I'm getting impatient, Tweek, and you know what happens when I'm impatient."

Tweek slaps Mitch's hand away.

"Don't fucking touch me and don't disrespect Wendyl. He is not 'your girl' and he never will be. Get over yourself, jackass." Tweek growls.

Mitch doesn't step down or show any signs of feeling intimidated. Despite being at least a foot shorter than Tweek, he still has some power over him.

I feel a hand on my shoulder and look behind me to see Kenny and Stan stood there, guns out.
The two of them are also taller than Mitch, and with them we outnumber his group.

"These two are your backup, seriously?" Mitch sneers, "I remember when the two of you were my right hand men. The best gunmen around, unlike these two bitches who can't even load their own guns." He gestures to the girls who are waiting by the car with my friends.

"Don't start shit, Connor," Kenny warns, "we don't want trouble. Let Craig's friends go and return to your base. We aren't coming back, this place is so much better than when we were with you."

Mitch laughs.

"It is, is it?" He raises an eyebrow, "ask yourselves how many times you've encountered zombies out here. It's zero, I'm guessing?"

"What are you getting at?" Tweek asks cautiously.

"We've been killing anything within a hundred metres of this place to ensure your safety until we could pick you up," Mitch explains, "which is now."

Suddenly, the two girls lift their guns and shoot. One of them hits Tweek's arm and the other hits me in the neck.

But it's not a bullet like I had anticipated. It's more like a dart.

I try to pull it out, but my arm feels heavy and I can't lift it higher than my waist. My legs suddenly buckle and I'm on the floor, unable to do anything but blink, but even that's difficult. My eyelids feel like they have weights attached to them and I give up struggling.

Everything soon goes black.