Snippet #4575

Matt had stayed silent until now chewing over everything in his mind. He'd heard most of what was going on around him but it confused him even more. They'd all been murdered. He'd been murdered. He was dead. Not breathing any more, not on Earth. That meant no more nights getting drunk and sleeping with the ladies. No more getting laid. What? No. That couldn't be right. That sounded more like hell to him. He was too young to die.

"There is no way I'm dead..." He told himself. "This is some dumb joke. I'm too young to die and when I find out who's doing this, they'll die."

Probably threatening to kill someone while they were trying to decide who the killer was amongst them probably wasn't the smartest thing to do, but Matt was mad and refusing to believe that he was dead and out of the real world now. He couldn't accept that despite it been quite obvious that he was. He started pacing up and down trying to clear his head and think, but all he could remember now was the car crashing into him and then nothing. He had died.

"Fuck you!" He shouted to no one in particular, kicking the air as he had nothing else to kick at that current moment. "I'm not fucking dead. There has gotta be some way out of this. This has to be a joke. I was so close to getting laid."

The young boy just kept thinking of himself and no one else.