Hurting....
Everything was covered in red.
No one was moving.
His shirt and hands were stained.
Fearful eyes darted around the area.
He watched as Stan reach out a...gun.
"Stan..." He whispered, fear showing in his blue eyes.
Stan stared at him with hatred in his eyes.
As his own widened.
"Kenny..." Stan smirked.
"heh...Die!"
-BANG!-