Just a quick note: please don't bug me about updating! I have a lot of stories that I'm working on, and I try to update when I can. But please don't bug me about it! It's kind of annoying!

What's going to happen to Kyle? He'll probably get eaten by zombies, or something, I don't know. Who cares about Kyle anyway?

Kyle: *glares angrily*

Love you, babe!

Kyle: *rolls eyes* Whatever.

Chapter 11 – Dead Island (Sort of)

A dense fog covered the island so Kyle couldn't even see which side he was on. Was he near the camp? Would anyone be able to hear him if he called for help? Should he try to swim for it? What if he got lost?

"Shit," he swore silently, "How did I even get here?" He vaguely remembered Stan wanting to go swimming, but what happened after that? Why did his head hurt so much? Did someone hit him? He had too many questions and no answers.

Wait, if he was on the part of the beach that was facing camp, he would be able to hear voices, wouldn't he? Or was the island too far away? Kyle held his breath and strained to hear anything, but nothing came to him. It was as if the entire island had stopped moving so it would make no noise. Kyle let out a breath of frustration. What was he supposed to do know?

Through the fog, Kyle suddenly heard soft whispering. He tried to listen to where it was coming from, but it seemed to surround him.

"H-Hello?" he called nervously into the fog, "Is someone there?" He received no answer. Shivering, he started walking along the beach. Maybe he would eventually come across something that could help him.

"I wish this stupid fog would go away," he grumbled to himself, "That would make things so much easier." At least he wasn't soaking wet and freezing this time.

The whispering sounds were following him. Disembodied voices that seemed to be mocking him ghosted around him. Surely this island wasn't really haunted, right? Slackjaw had just made it up? But being here now, Kyle wasn't so sure anymore.

A sudden idea came to him and he pulled out his cellphone, hoping to maybe call someone for help. But his hope didn't last long when he discovered that the battery was dead. Stupid camp and its lack of electricity. Growling with annoyance, Kyle shoved his phone back in his coat and continued walking.

Someone would know he was missing. They would have to look here eventually. The fog would clear and he would be able to signal for help soon.

…Right?

Stan swam beside Wendy, enjoying his time with her. He was glad that Brad and Janet was no where to be seen. He didn't want Brad to see Wendy in her bathing suit. That was a beauty that Brad shouldn't have the privilege to see.

"This is pretty fun, huh Stan?" Wendy asked as she floated beside him. Stan blushed a little. "Too bad Kyle isn't out here with us. Where is he, anyway?"

Before Stan could answer, Kenny suddenly popped up from underneath the water right in front of him, startling him. "He's probably still in his cabin, pretending to get dressed, when really he's just going to wait until we're done," he said before Stan could speak.

"What were you doing under there, Kenny?" Stan asked, accusingly. Kenny stared back at him with wide eyes.

"Nothing…" he mumbled as he sank back beneath the surface. Stan watched him in confusion.

Sighing, Stan looked around. Nearly everyone in the camp was swimming in the lake, with Al and Guy watching over them. Guy was barking rules at everyone while Al seemed to have his hand down his pants. Away from them, Tweek and Craig were sitting together under a tree, with Tweek gently leaning on Craig.

Why wasn't Kyle out here yet? Even if he didn't want to swim, he could at least come outside. Oh well. His loss. Stan swam back to Wendy, who was floating on her back, enjoying herself.

For some reason, no one wanted to point out the fog surrounding the island in the middle of the lake. They were content to just ignore it.

"Damn it, this fog is never going to clear, is it?" Kyle grumbled. He walked along the shore, too nervous to venture beyond the bushes. Besides, if he went deeper into the island, he might miss someone coming to help him.

He still had no idea how he even got here. Who had knocked him out? He had been knocked out, right? That's why his head hurt?

As he wondered about this, Kyle suddenly heard something from the water and turned to see bubbles rising from the lake and an empty boat heading towards him. Kyle froze in place.

Oh God, this place really was haunted. And he was going to die.

"Ok, seriously, where is Kyle?" Stan asked after Wendy had gotten out of the water and Stan finally stopped ogling her.

"Do you think we should look for him?" Kenny asked, still in his swim trunks.

"After we get dressed," Stan decided, as they headed towards the cabins, "It's freezing walking around out here in just my swim trunks."

"Wimp," Kenny taunted and Stan glared at him.

After they got dressed, Stan and Kenny wandered around the camp, looking for Kyle. They searched his cabin first, and Kenny was rather surprised that he wasn't there.

"Huh, I was sure he would just be here pretending to get ready," Kenny muttered.

They entered the mess hall where Cartman was sitting at one of the tables, shoveling food into his face. When they asked him if he had seen Kyle, he just laughed and said no. They went to where Tweek and Craig were still sitting under the tree. Tweek had his eyes closed and was gently leaning on Craig, who was softly rubbing Tweek's arm.

"Have you guys seen Kyle at all?" Stan asked them as they approached.

"Sure, plenty of times," Craig deadpanned. Stan stared at him a moment, then sighed.

"I meant recently," he clarified, annoyed.

"Nope," Craig replied simply, going back to rubbing Tweek's arm. Stan sighed with annoyance and he and Kenny walked away.

"(Well fuck, that's everyone in camp!)" Kenny cursed. Stan gave him a baffled look.

"We only asked three people!" he pointed out, "Come on, let's go check the woods and see if he went for a walk or something."

As they approached the woods, they ran into Jimmy and Timmy coming out of the woods. Stan quickly jogged over to them.

"Hey, have either of you seen Kyle?" he asked, "We haven't seen him in a while, and we're getting kind of worried."

Jimmy cocked his head to think. "Hmm… N-Nope, haven't s-seen him," he replied, "What abou… what about you, Timmy?"

"TIMMEH!" the boy in question exclaimed.

"Great, a lot of help you two are," Stan muttered under his breath.

"TIMMEH!" Timmy objected, gesturing wildly. Stan and Kenny looked at him. Timmy pointed towards the lake, and for the first time, they noticed the island surrounded in fog.

"Oh shit," they both muttered.

Okay, so-

Kyle: Don't you dare end this chapter on another cliffhanger! Especially when I could be in danger!

Fine. Only for you, Kyle.

Kyle backed away from the water as the small boat came closer and closer. His heart was pounding, and his breathing was harsh. He took another step back and tripped over a root. With a shout, he fell to the ground.

Well, this is how I die, apparently, he thought to himself as he squeezed his eyes shut. He heard the sound of something emerging from the water and come up on shore. Kyle cringed, waiting for sharp, horrific claws to start tearing into him.

But they never came. Daring to open his eyes, Kyle slowly looked up and was surprised to see Slackjaw standing in front of him, soaking wet and with a rope tied around his waist. Kyle blinked up at him.

"C-Counselor Slackjaw?" he exclaimed, "What are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here?" Slackjaw repeated in his high-pitched voice, "Well, I saw a lone figure in a boat row out here to this island. There seemed to be something in the boat with the figure, and when they started rowing back, the thing was gone. This island is cursed, you know, so I decided to check it out. Good thing I did, huh?" He let out a high laugh that sounded more like wheezing, which broke into a coughing fit. When he had finished, he looked at Kyle. "So, do you want a ride back, or what?"

Kyle blinked at him. "But how did you-? You know what? Never mind," he sighed, "I would love a ride off this island."

He climbed into the boat, and before he could even ask how Slackjaw planned to get them back to shore, Slackjaw just started walking into the lake, pulling the boat and a very confused Kyle along.

There, happy?

Kyle: …It's still a cliffhanger.

*Sigh* Kyle, eat a Snickers.

Kyle: Why?

You get a little grumpy when you're hungry.

Kyle: *takes off wrapper and takes a bite*

Better?

Kyle: Not really.

Well, too bad. Anyway, next chapter we might find out who knocked Kyle out! Or we might not! Who knows?