Wendys conversation

Wendy

Finally I can go and take a breath for a while. I know Tweek will take good care of Brianna. Even though I love her with all my heart I just need a timeout for myself. I put my normal clothes on and go over to Stan. He's sleeping on our airmatresses fully spread on both of them, a little drool is hanging in the corner of his mouth and I smirk. I put a quick kiss on his black mop of hair. I take in his homley smell that I so much adore before I get up and leave our room. It feels good to just walk around without any obligations. Just feeling free for a moment in this herrendous state of earth. I think that I'm pretty close to cracking the case of the notes with the deciphered language Tweek gave me. I wish I could ask Henrietta but she left us a little while ago for her old friends  who run the black market. I can't blame her. Living here has it's perks but it also has Eric Cartman. The horrible psychopathic child from my past and present. Hopefully never the future. I walk around our old elementary and let my mind fill with memories from our childhood. I close my eyes and go down memorylane for a little while longer. When I open them again Bebe is standing in front of me. Her brown eyes looking me up and down. I can't read her thoughts. Not anymore. We used to be really close. Then we got into a big fight over some stupid guy. We didn't talk for a while but since we rekindled our friendships it just doesn't seem the same. Not as deep as it was before."Wanna go up on the roof and catch a little air?", she asks with her eyes still emotionless drilling through me."Sure. Tweek's looking for Bree right now so I got a timeout.", I flash her a big smile and we begin to walk upstairs silently.

When we arrive at the stairs that lead to the roof, she gives me a weird sideglance. I shrug it off. I'm just getting overly cautious especially now with Bree. I literally see danger everywhere. Bebe's walking in front of me. I pattern her. Her blonde curls look greasy and damp. She's wearing the red jumpsuit we stole together from a clothes store downtown quite in the beginning of this apocalypse. Wrapped around her waist is a blue sweater from Clyde and she's wearing a black jacket over her jumpsuit. The jacket has quite a few traces of usage it's really ripped. But as long as she's comfortable in what she's wearing I won't say anything. Each for their own. Bebe holds the door open for me and I get outside. From up here you have quite a view over the wasteland of South Park. Abandoned houses, stores and cars everywhere. No human soul in sight."Wends... I have a problem.""What is it Bebe?", I ask my voice turning worried just like my expression."There's this thing I want but I can't have it because a friend of mine is the owner of it...", she says her voice wistful."Why don't you ask this friend if you can have it then?", I suggest and smile at her."You're right... I should", she agrees and her eyes flash up, "Wendy would you give me your seat in the council?"I stare at her blankly. My so called best friend."You know I can't give you that. I can't abandon the council. They need me especially Tweek. Why would you want it anyways?""I would be much better than you. You wouldn't need to worry about sweet Tweek, I'll be sure to look out for him", she smiles psychotically at me, "I support the paintolerance therapy with all my heart. And Eric already said that I could get your place.""Wha-... Bebe what are you talking about? Paintolerance therapy? I have never heard of such a thing? And Cartman can't just put you into the council this decision needs to be made by-...", I argue with Bebe but she interrupts me and pushes me a little back.Now I notice that we're already on the edge of the roof. Bebe still has that crazy look on her face. I'm taken aback and take a step back scared of her. But somewhere inside must still be the Bebe I love and trust. My best friend has to be somewhere in there. I take her hand and she locks eyes with me."Eric said I'll get your spot ASAP if I eliminate you. I'll finally be worthy and have power. But sorry Wendy girlfriend, you won't be there to see me rise from your ashes."She gives me a last push, lets go of my hand and I don't even realize what's happening. I just know that I'm going to die without saying goodbye to anyone. I'm never gonna see Stan or Brianna again. I scream and my body is heavy as a bag of rocks as I sail down the roof onto the hard ground.

WENDY SAID 'HI' TO THE FLOOR