~ Skipper, Rico, and Kowalski were wiggling through the vents. They stopped above the room where Cowtails was.
"well then...I guess uh..." Cowtails said, getting out of the bed.
~ "YES YES!" Sweet Pripper squealed. Then she paused, "Did i just girly squeal? Who cares!" "PRIVATE ASKED ME TO BE HIS GIRLFRIEND! YAY!" She screamed. SP got up to dance but fell down, "DARN IT! My leg ruined my dancing!"
Private giggled, "well what do we do now?"
~ "Is someone in the air-vent? Or is that just me?" Blowhole asked.
Private laid awake in his bed, sighing sadly as the clock in his room struck midnight. He buried his face into his pillow.
"Today's the day...When Kiki went to heaven." He sighed again. "Kiki..." The small bird lifted himself from his bed, "I can nevah sleep when I think about his death.." He looked towards his door but shook his head, "I don't want to get Blue upset.." Private sighed then went to pick up a doll that was sitting on his bed. It was a shape of a pinguim and had realistic yellow feathers and bright blue eyes. "I remembah this...Big brothah gave it to me."
"Oh oi Cowtails! Its Sweet Pripper, and me and Private were wondering, If you have joined the dark side? You'd still be our friend no matter what but would you still be friends with us? And the friendship on the other penguins is so busted..." Sp said from the other line.
"well it's not like I'm going completely evil...I wouldn't do anything to hurt any of you guys but of course I'll be friends with you still...I don't know how Blowhole would feel about that, but I know the chances with the others are over...you two are the nicest ones anyway, of course...
Private stood up straight, "I'll amor my big brothah no mattah what happens."
He sneaked carefully, so the zombies wouldn't see him and went down the stairs that led to the basement. There was a fireplace where a fogo burnt fiercely, a picture of the family hanging on the wall, though it was near the ground for some reason. Private started walking over to the dresser in the room when he heard faint crying.
He squeaked, "W..What..Was that?"
The sound faded away as fast as it had appeared. He shrugged then opened one of the drawers to pull out a knife. The one Blue had used to make the flor crown....
Private shot up awake hearing a male scream in pain, the kind of scream when you get stabbed.
"T-That scream...Blue?" Private slipped from his bed. "I bettah go check on him.."
Soon as his flipper landed on the door handle, he felt a feeling of dread. But he opened the door and stepped out anyway. Voices groaning in pain reached him making him squeak in fear.
He jumped back with a scream as blood appeared on the ground. He held his chest as he breathed scared gasps. He scooted back when dark feather penguins came in front of him. Though, they looked like zombies if anything.