His head throbbed painfully as he woke from his sleep (?). He looked around; there was a rush of people, all heading somewhere. An accident nearby, perhaps! He wondered where he was, the landmarks were familiar.
He was still in that lane that he visited last night? Or was it today, he was confused. He shouldn’t have drunk so much, he hated the hangover. He tried to remember what happened last night, esp that thug who had pointed a gun at him.
Then suddenly a man walked through him. Shocked, he realized the gun-shot last night was real; he was dead.
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