1 Death

Alan was completely and utterly wasted. Stumbling around outside a bar, he pulled his phone out of his pocket. Powering it on he scrolled through his contacts, muttering as he went.

"I don't talk to her, he's an asshole, they're in another state..."

Alan cursed. After getting drunk he had planned to call his landlady to come pick him up, but she was thoroughly fed up with him and hadn't answered any of his calls. 

"Guess I'm walking." His apartment was on the other side of town, and it was supposed to rain tonight. Alan ground and began the long and tedious walk. Stumbling and mumbling through town, he got plenty of looks, but a drunk man tripping around wasn't that uncommon, so nobody paid him any real attention. A small group of 4 unscrupulous looking young men did pay some attention though.

Coming up behind him, one man gave him a light shove. As wasted as Alan was, he was easily thrown to the ground. Sluggishly he began to get back up.

"I'm sorry, here let me help you!" Thug #1 said, and yanked Alan up, easily lifting him up off his feet. Patting him down, he pulled out Alan's phone and wallet. Seeing something on Alan's neck, he yanked off a small necklace, a cheap plastic symbol on a string. It showed a fox, curled up underneath a tree. As it was probably not worth anything, the thug threw it to the side. Seeing this, Alan became agitated. He punched the Thug #1 in the face. Alan was not a strong man. He had never seen a gym, and constantly found excuses to skip any physical activities. Thus, the thug didn't feel much, only a slight push on his cheek. Grinning, he slammed his sizable fist into Alan's stomach. Letting go of his collar, the thug let Alan fall in the fetal position. Then he rifled through Alan's wallet. Finding no cash or cards, he looked at Alan angrily.

"Where is your money?" He demanded, kicking Alan in the ribs. A loud crack was heard, making the man grin. The previously forgotten other three thugs joined in, kicking him repetitively. After a minute of constant beating, they stopped and waited for Alan to recover enough to speak.

"I sp-" Blood spurted from Alan's mouth as he tried to speak. The thugs quickly realized how seriously he was injured and also realized that they wouldn't get anything from this guy other than a crappy phone. Looking quite annoyed, the first thug took out a knife, and without much fanfare, he sank it into Alan's head.

Alan hadn't lived a long life. Or a fulfilling one. Since young he had gotten mediocre grades, he had friends but not very many, and overall he didn't stand out. He came from a long line of other mediocre people, so his parents didn't expect much anyways. This allowed him to live his life however he wanted. While he wasn't mean or a bully of any kind, he quickly became quite lazy, finishing any task he was given quickly and sloppily. Life just continued for him. He didn't go to college, instead just finishing high school and moving into a stuffy apartment, barely paying rent, as his job didn't pay very well. He gradually lost contact with all his friends. When he died it was mourned by his parents and few others. Out of guilt, his landlady went to his funeral, and paid for his tombstone, but little else.