A group of friends was walking down the cemetery. They each had a bottle of alcohol and one of them carried a radio with them, that was playing really loud.
They stopped at a grave that looked rather neglected. No one had seemed to take care of it. One of them crutched and wiped away a few leaves, revealing the name on the grave.
“No way” he smiled malicious. “Hey, guys! Look who I found here!”
They walked to him and read the name of Castiel Novak.
“Now, where’s that moron to protect your ass, you son of a bitch? I don’t see him around? Do you?” the guy shouted.
“Julian, don’t...
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