A/N: I'm sorry for not updating in like...forever, I've been super busy.

I would like to thank everyone who reviewed, it means a lot.

I also apologise for the chapters becoming worse and worse, I honestly have little to no fuel left in my think tank.
Also, I apologise for this one being so short.

Anyway, I hope you all like this part :)

Kenny's POV

I was sitting on the bench at Stark's Pond, staring at the water, and reflecting on my life, when Wendy came walking over to me.

"Hey can we talk for a minute?" She asked. Was she talking to me? I wondered, she hardly ever talked to me. I looked around to make sure there was no one else around that she could have been talking to.

"Kenny, I want to talk to you." She said.

"Yea, uh, what's up?" I asked.

"It's about Craig." She said as she took a seat next to me on the bench.

"How is Craig doing?" I asked. I had been meaning to go visit him, after all, we were semi-friends before all of this stuff went down, and I couldn't imagine how it must have felt to lose the love of your life. I wondered who else had gone to visit him, other than Wendy, he must have felt so alone.

"He's not doing so well, he told me that he needed to talk to you." Wendy said.

"Just give me a few minutes." I said. I decided that I would go straight away, I mean, if Craig resorted to asking Wendy for help, then this must have been pretty important.

After I looked at the pond for a few more minutes, I stood up,

"Let's go." I said.

The drive to the prison didn't take that long, which I was glad for, I wanted to be home in time for my date with Heidi.
After explaining to one of the guards why I was there, he led me to a room where a row of telephones and glass boxes were. A few minutes later, Craig came into one of the glass boxes, and picked up the phone.

"Hey Craig, how are you doing?" I asked.

"Look, I have no time for pleasantries, I need you to do me a favour." He said in a hushed whisper, as if he was afraid of someone overhearing him spilling some valuable information.

"Yea, what's that?" I asked, lowering my voice as well.

"I need you to die and go to Hell, then I need you to get that ratched son of Satan to talk to me, I've been trying to contact him for months, and still nothing!" Craig exclaimed angrily.

"You know, I can't always control whether I go to Hell, Heaven, or just stay in limbo when I die, but I'll try." I said.

"Thanks, that's more than anyone has done for me, it means a lot." Craig said with a smile just as the guard told him that his time was up.

The ride back home was completely silent other than the sounds of Wendy occasionally sniffling, from a cold, not from crying.

"So, has Stan talked yet?" I asked, eager to break the silence.

"Nope, he's doing horribly, he's lost weight, his grades have faltered, he's not even the same person he was before." Wendy said with a sigh.

"Yea, I know what you mean, it's even worse than when he saw the whole world as shit." I said.

"Yea, but look, we're here, and I need to get home, it was nice talking to you." Wendy said as she pulled up in front of my house.

"It was nice talking to you too Wendy, drive safe." I said before walking into my house.

My date with Heidi would have to wait, I thought to myself as I walked to the bathroom. I then filled the tub up with water, and turned on Karen's hair dryer before jumping into the tub, bracing myself for what would come next.

Wendy's POV:

As I was driving home, I felt a sudden cold breeze overcome me, and I pulled my coat tightly against myself with a shudder. That was weird, there was no wind blowing before. I thought to myself as I reached my hand over to turn up the heater. As I did this, I felt my hand brush up against something, something very cold. When I turned my head, what I saw would haunt me for the rest of my life.

Bebe was sitting in the passenger seat, dressed in the dress that she had been buried in. Her skin was grey, and parts of it was flaking off, revealing bone underneath. I gasped with fear when a clump of her curly blonde hair detached itself from her scalp, and fell onto the space between the two seats.

No, this couldn't be real! Zombies didn't exist, this is just my mind playing tricks on me. I thought to myself as I drove faster, trying to quickly make it home so I could get out of this car. I knew that any normal person would have gotten out of the car when they saw their dead best friend in it, but I wasn't going to ditch my car because of the figment of my imagination.

"Wendy." Zombie Bebe hissed. I turned to look at her, but she was gone, and when I turned back around, I found myself on the path into a tree, with no hopes of turning around.