After Sataric's body was cleaned up from the dance, the party resumed.
Ryan88 took a break outside and lit his cigarette. But he wasn't alone out here.
"You don't belong here," a man shouted, and a group of surfers started to surround
Ryan88. He had no place left to run, and they started shoving him towards the ocean.
Ryan88 took the cigarette out of his mouth to say something. "I'm just a townie, I'm a surfer like you."
One of the surfers grabbed the cigarette out of his hand and burned
Ryan88 on his hand with it. "Listen to me - 3 of our friends are dead. You murdered 2 of them. You have a lot of guts to come walking in here." The man grabbed
Ryan88 by the neck, and
Ryan88 was almost starting to cry thanks to the burn on his hand.
"I didn't kill them, I swear!"
Ryan88 shouted. But it was no use. No one believed him. "You got to believe me, please don't kill me!"
The man sighed and dropped
Ryan88.
Ryan88 dropped to his knees and was coughing, and the rest of the surfers wondered why he let
Ryan88 go.
"Leave. And don't come back here, or I'll end up squeezing that little pretty head of yours next time." The man turned back and walked back to the party, followed by the group of surfers. Ryan88 nodded and quickly got to his feet, and started to run.
Ryan88 had a sigh of relief once he got to his car. He unlocked the door and started the engine up. Though, he could feel a gun to the back of his head. Someone was in the back seat, he could see them in the mirror. He slowly put his arms up as an act of surrendering, but it was too late.
The killer pulled the trigger.
Ryan88 the Townie lost his chance.
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