Even though Jess were tramatized by this horrific moment, she noticed loud screaming and panting coming from a far.
"Guys we need to go!" She yelled while grabbing onto Kyle's hand in effort to pull him away from Stan's remains.
Kyle pulled his hand out of her grasp and barked, "WE CAN'T LEAVE HIM LIKE THIS!!"
"Kyle... He's dead." Jess choked up. "I'm so sorry but we need to go before we are next" she said while grabbing his arm and forcing him off his friend.
Even though he was yelling out loud while refusing to leave Stan. Token helped Jess pull the red head off the body. "Kyle.. we need to go now!" Token yelled as the crazies were just down the hall.
Kyle closed his eyes tight and muttered, "I'm sorry Stan.. I shouldn't have left you alone."
After that, he finally ran with the group. However a few were missing. It was just Token, Ivey, Jess and Kyle together. There was no sign of anyone else.
"Where's Cartman?" Kyle asked as he was starting to grow more worried that even he would turn into one and be the next to die. Even though him and Cartman didn't always get along. He saw the pain in Cartman's eyes when Kyle was grieving over Stan.
Cartman was in so much pain that he ran off. He was furious, so furious he grabbed the hatchet from before and muttered to himself. "Come at me you sick fuckers."
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Cartman wasn't seeing clearly. He was blinded by pure rage and emotion as every swing he took from the hatchet, a flashback would occur. Letting out a pained scream while kicking the final crazy to the ground and smashing the sharp blade down, crushing and cutting the crazies skull into tiny pieces. Every hit that crushing the last remaining life from the crazy triggered the last time he saw Stan.
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Cartman grabbed a hatchet he found from a glass box on the wall nearby as Stan was looking at the control box next to the human sized tank with the boy inside.
"Back up Stan." Cartman said while squeezing the hatchet tightly in his hands.
"Woah, shouldn't we think of a less riskier way to get him out?" Stan asked.
"We don't have time Stan!" Cartman yelled while placing the blade on the glass as if he himself was nervous.
"Cartman I really think th-."
Stan was cut off by Cartman speaking up, "if you have a better fucking plan then tell me!! If not then go make yourself useful and check for others."
Stan remained quiet as he silently grew a bit angry and walked away.
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"IT....SHOULD.. HAVE... BEEN... MEEEEEEE!!!" Cartman screamed while seeing the head completely smashed into a pulp in front of him.
He dropped the ax while falling to his knees and punched the body in the chest repeatedly.
"You fucking sick bastard killed my best friend!!"
His fists becoming bloody at this point as he was drawing unwanted attention from behind him.
Hearing a growl, his heart jolted when he looked back to see a crazy running at him in a full speed. Trying to grab the hatchet, his hands were too covered in blood that it seemed to be slipping from his grip. It was too late however, knowing he was about to die. He yelled out loud with his hand out in defense, all with his eyes closed.
Hearing flesh be sliced and something thud to the ground. Cartman opened his eyes to see the boy he rescued from the freak with his hand out.
"You good?" He asked with his hand out.