Craig had woken up in what he could say was his room? It was a forced one given to all the students, each having their own dorms to sleep in. They might as well have a place to sleep given they couldn’t leave the school. Everything was boarded up. Stuck, no way out, except one way.. kill another student and don’t get caught.

He dragged himself out of bed rather reluctantly. It was the third day, and everyone had grown accustomed to the same ritual every morning: meet in the cafeteria and discuss how to escape.

and everyone was there in the cafeteria: Stan and Kyle chatted amongst each other in friendly banter, Cartman was making fun of Kenny for being poor for the hundredth time, Butters had been by Kenny’s side while awkwardly rubbing his knuckles together and trying to join in the convo, Clyde, Jimmy, and Tolkien were all chatting about whatever, and Tweek— wait—

“Where’s Tweek?”