All 10 of the survivors. Gwen, Duncan, Sierra, Cody, Courtney, Al, Heather, Noah, Harold, Chef, and Chris were all around the funeral home. The contestants that died on the ship were all in caskets around them. Gwen felt a little unsettled about the whole experience still. 2 and a half walks had passed but she still couldn’t shake away that dark feeling, the vision of everyone dying had stayed in her mind and she knew it would be there for all eternity. It was replaying in her mind over and over like a broken DVD.

Gwen stood there dressed up in a pitch black dress for the occasion. Her hair also with purple streaks instead of just the midnight blue ones she had. She had been in a deep trance of thought until she felt a slight nudge on her arm. She looked up to find it was Duncan.

“Hey there babe. tu feeling ok?” Duncan asked rather nicely. He still had his green Mohawk but actually dressed up nicely in a tux.

“Yeah, just thinking, about what happened.” Gwen couldn’t take her eyes of the caskets as they sealed them and began to lower them into the ground.

“Hey, if it wasn’t for tu we would all be in a casket. Be happy that tu saved lives.” Duncan held her hand.

In the crowd Cody had been standing with Noah and Harold por Owen’s coffin.

“Wow, tu can still hear his stomach growling.” Noah says leaning on the coffin. “It seams like only yesterday he was scarfing down those donuts, now he’s eating them with the angels.” Harold says as he picks out his yo-yo. He had gotten a new one after the incident since he never got the original one back.

“Cody?” A little female voice was heard as Cody turned around to see who it was. Of course it was none other than Sierra. With this, Noah and Harold walked away.

“Sierra, what are tu doing here?’ Cody asks watching her in the purple dress and her hair which was now out of its tied up ponytail and as long as to the back of her heels almost.

“I just thought I would say I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to go all stalker on tu throughout total drama.” Sierra actually had a look on sincere apology on her face. Cody couldn’t do anything but smile.

“It’s alright…I guess. I just wanted el espacio that’s all. So I’m sorry I yelled at tu back on the ship.” Cody says as suddenly he is met with a rib shattering hug and a fan girl squeal. “Sierra!…space.” Cody yelps as she lets him go as he falls to the ground.

In the parking lot Courtney is busy watching Duncan and Gwen in the crowd. That was the only reason she really came anyways was to see Duncan, but all her hope was lost after seeing him with Gwen still so she headed back to her car. That is, until she was stopped por a certain Asian girl.

“Hey! Leaving so soon? “ Heather says almost crashing into the C.I.T.

“Hmph, it isn’t like I have any business here anyways.” Courtney says not even making eye contact with her but just walking to her car.

“It did look like tu were trying to see Duncan, but I could be wrong.” Heather says as she stands there watching Courtney who stops in her tracks.

She turns around. “I told tu before that I didn’t care about him anymore. For all I know he should have died on that ship, we all should have!” Courtney yells.

“Please, if we were really suppose to die on that ship, we would have. It’s simple. We were just obviously meant to go on with our lives, tu should try that sometime.” Heather says as Alejandro soon appears siguiente to her.

Courtney just grunts and blows hair from her face. “I see tu and Al sure have hit it off together.” Courtney crosses her arms.

“Hey, if I can grow up, so can you.” Heather then holds her stomach. “Now I have to go, I don’t know why, but I’ve been throwing up all morning.” Heather hurriedly made her way to the bathrooms.

“OK EVERYONE! FUNERAL OVER! tu DON’T HAVE TO GO inicial BUT tu CAN’T STAY HERE!” Chris yells into a megaphone to everyone as all the coffins had been buried. “Hey man, why do we even have to go to this thing anyway?” Chef was referring to the new mostrar deal that him and Chris had since Total Drama was obviously over with. “Hey, do tu still want to make the megabucks o not?” Chris walks over to his truck as Chef follows.

Soon everyone was starting to leave now as Cody and Harold went into Noah’s car. Duncan left with Gwen on his motorcycle as now the funeral inicial was empty.

Chris and Chef had arrived at a studio now as they walked inside. A bunch of people in business suits were walking around. Cameras were set everywhere, jumbo skylights were placed above a cocina set. “This feels so degrading.” Chef says as suddenly an over enthusiastic business woman jumps in front of them both. Chris let’s out a yelp.

“Whoa there, I’m not going to bite, yet.” She giggles horrifically and snorts. “My name is Cynthia and I’m your new manager.” She puts out her hand as it is covered in mysterious green slime. “Oh don’t mind that.” She begins wiping it off onto her other hand as she walks over to the set. “Follow me please.”

Chris and Chef begin walking up to the set with her. What they were doing exactly was a cooking show, where Chef would do all the work, and Chris would be the charisma.

“So let me get this straight, I’m doing all the work, and you’re the ‘charisma’?” Chef asks putting air frases around charisma. “That’s pretty much it.” Chris says as he flicks the switch to turn power on the set. Suddenly the lights, ceiling fan, and skylights blast on. “AHHH!” Chris shields his eyes from the skylight. “SORRY!” One worker above yells as he moves the light around. As he does, the wires holding it become extremely loose. “But why are tu making más than me?” Chef asks. “Chef, tu ask too many questions, now calm down.”

With Gwen and Duncan.

Duncan was riding down the calle on his motorcycle. Gwen was behind him holding onto him so she wouldn’t fall off. Duncan pressed hard on the gas as they sped past a red light. Gwen had gotten use to that, considering somehow he never got pulled over o noticed. Gwen had her head leaning on Duncan’s back now as another red light approached, one that Duncan couldn’t possibly run since a large SUV blocked his path. As they sat there awaiting the light another car came up siguiente to them with the radio on.

“Our prices will blow tu away, half off all lighting fixtures here at Dave’s Lighting Emporium! We will slash prices like never before!”

Gwen felt a little unsettled for some reason after this but tried to shake it off as they sped past the light upon it turning green.

With Chef and Chris.

The ceiling fan above them now started to come off the ceiling a little as the camera were rolling. Chef pulled out a large butcher cuchillo and chopped down hard on a fish’s head. “And throw away the head!” Chef yelled as he tossed it aside. The butcher cuchillo was hit so hard that it got stuck into the wooden cutting board and was struggling to pull it out now.

“OK CUT!” The director yelled sitting in his chair and sighed. “Come on Chef that’s the twelfth time already.” Chris says leaning against the wall. “Not my fault, it’s this cheap lumber.” Chef struggled to pull as the ceiling fan above became más unstable. The skylight above also became más loose as a nail fell off the suspenders.

“Ok let someone with real muscle try, steroid man.” Chris says as he takes a hold trading places with Chef. The nail that fell off the suspenders fell through the air and hit the ceiling fan as it ricocheted into Chef’s eye. “AHHH!” Chef screamed holding his eye as a little blood seeped out of it.

“CHEF!” Chris yelled as he pulled out the knife. The cuchillo flew out his hands and hit the ceiling fan with ricocheted it in the air and to the lighting fixture. The cuchillo cut the wire to the fixture as the enormous skylight finally began to fall. Chris looked up to see the skylight, the last thing to see before his skull was crushed completely por it, skull fragments and brains splattering everywhere as everyone panics and screams running around the studio.

Chef still holds his eyes as the nail falls out. He walks around only being able to see out one eye as he runs over to Chris. All he can hear is the frightened screams of everyone as the other fixtures on the ceiling start to fall and everyone runs out the studio. “YO CHRIS WHAT’S HAPPENING!?” Chef yells not knowing that Chris is dead since he didn’t see the incident that just took place. Chef scurried over to where Chris was, his own eye blood dribbling out still as he touched the mesa, tabla feeling the blood and brains out. Chef took his hand of his eyes as his peripheral vision returned and he saw the mess. “Oh man, that aint’ right!” Chef started to run until the ceiling fan came down. The parte superior, arriba of Chef’s head was seen flying through the air as he fell to the ground, blood leaking off the ceiling fan as it stopped. The wires above let out a violent spark as fuego was set ablaze throughout the studio. Soon it exploded as everyone else was seen fleeing from the site.



With Gwen and Duncan.

Gwen shivered violently as she held onto Duncan at her house on the couch.

“Hey, tu alright babe?” Duncan asked as he pulled her closer.

“Y-yeah, I just, felt a weird chill that’s all.”