Theres a bombing at South Park. Most didn’t survive. And some zombies. Firkle was one of them, along with Stan, Kyle, Ike, Craig, Tweek, Pete, and Mike. Kyle and Stan were taking turns driving. Craig was trying to keep Tweek as calm as he could, while Pete and Ike shifted from now and then. Firkle was sitting in the back of the Rv, next to Pete. playing with the cuff of his sleeves, which as the Jacket of one of his other goth friend, Michael to be exact. The small goth let out a sigh.