The crew was racing to the Krusty Krab. If they didn't make it in time, Sandy would die. And that's terrible.
"This time, I'm driving." Said Patrick.
The group got into the boat. They drove downtown, as fast as possible. They sped by zombies, and past the Barg 'N' Mart.
"Mr. Krabs, your arm!" Spongebob said, noticing the blood on his arm.
"Aye, it's just a scratch." He responded. "Hurry Patrick!"
'I'm going as fast as I can!" The star responded.
The group was almost there. Sandy was struggling to breathe. Plankton was clinging to his life. A screech was heard. Something was hot on their trail. Another creature. Not a fuser, but something.
"Patrick, floor it!" Spongebob yelled.
The boat was moving as fast as it could. Another loud screech was heard. It was closer. The group was seconds away from the Krusty Krab. They drove in, and set Sandy and Plankton down.
Spongebob went looking for a pickle jar. Mr. Krabs tended to Plankton's wounds. Patirck and Squidward were sitting at a table, talking. Surprisingly.
"Do you think we'll make it through this?"
"Yeah. We need to stay together."
"Are they gonna be okay?"
"I pray to Neptune."
Spongebob rushed out the door with a pickle jar in his hands. He rushed to Sandy and shoved the jar onto her head. The group waited. And waited. But, Neptune had other plans. Sandy was dead. The group stared in horror. Spongebob was breaking down. Seeing the corpse of his dead friend HORRIFIED him. Then, the unthinkable happened. Sandy's fur turned from brown, to a clammy grey. Sandy rose, reanimated. She stumbled towards Spongebob. Sandy's death hurt him, but what would hurt even more, was what he had to do next.
"Krabs, get me a gun."
"But, we can cure her! If we get the ingredients, keep her alive, then we can cure-"
"Hand over a gun."
Mr. Krabs walked over to a gun vault, and pulled out a revolver. He handed over the gun. Spongebob raised the gun, and aimed at Sandy's head.
"Goodbye."
BANG.