He was shot this time. No big deal, he already knew this feeling, already felt the pain.
"OH MY GOD, THEY KILLED KENNY! HE'S DYING!"
That was Stan, yeah, he already knew that voice, he also knew what sentence will follow. "THOSE BASTARDS!" Kyle.
He felt someone picking him up from the cold snow, everything was so blurry, he felt the touch of someone's hand on his own, probably Stan.
They screamed something, but Kenny ignored it, it was always the same shit 'oh my fucking god! Do something' 'fuck' 'holy shit, KENNY NO!' he heard all this stuff so many times. So instead he focused on his fading heart beat and the sound of blood dripping down his chest.
Drip drop.
His vision started to blur more and his mind got hazy.
Drip drop.
He felt Stan squeeze his hand.
Drip.
"It's gonna be ok," he thought. "I'm gonna wake up in my room and continue with this disgusting life..."
Drop.
He knew he heard a scream, but he didn't understand it.
The sounds have stopped.
And Kenny's body and mind fell into the blissful blackness.
Only this time, he didn't wake up to the strong smell of his room.
This time,
he didn't wake up at all.