Zombie
Kenny McCormick has always died.. Kenny McCormick has always come back..
But maybe not quite like THIS!
It was the end of summer, or what South Park liked to call summer anyway.
We had all been fuckin' around outside just killing time until our parents called or the streetlights came on.
Kenny just froze in his tracks. We all watched as his body went cold and slammed into the pavement.
We called for an adult and no one came, so we lugged him to my mom in the wagon.
"Mom! MOM!! We need help! Kenny's not breathing!!" I cried, tears streaming down my face as they always did.
I was the only one who ever remembered (or so I had thought). "MOM!!?"
"What is it poopie-kins?" I heard her say from her bedroom window.
"Mom! We need an ambulance! Kenny fell and there's a big scar on his face.. I don't think he's breathing!" I yelled up to her, pulling the wagon inside with help from my friends.
"Ohhh-Okay Sweetie! The phone is in the kitchen, just dial 911 and let the nice telephone people help you!" She responded, closing her window and locking her door. She always had visitors in her room.
"Dude, I don't think he's gonna make it.." Stan said, trying to hold back vomit as Kyle rubbed his back.
"Don't talk like that dude, he's just gotta pull through! It's Kenny.." Kyle responded.
I put Kenny in front of the heater before dragging one of the dining room chairs over to the house phone, as it was just barely out of reach.
I carefully assessed whether the chair could withstand my weight before climbing on top and reaching towards the receiver.
I put the phone to my ear and made sure I could hear a dial tone before punching the buttons, nine, then one, then one again.
I held my breath as I waited for someone to pick up on the other line.
The lady on the other end answered with a perky "9-1-1, what is your emergency today?"
Before I knew it the lady had all of the information and had sent an ambulance.
She wanted me to stay on the line until they arrived, but I explained to her that I needed to go back and check on my friend.
When the ambulance arrived I already knew it was too late, but they still attempted CPR and the shock-pad things..
I thought I saw his little arm move in the open-casket funeral..
I should have listened to my gut about that.. Or else we wouldn't be running for our fucking lives right now FROM HIM.