Ashley was walking home from the store, which was only a fifteen minute walk from the house. It was a smallish gas station, but nothing shady. It was in a pretty well-lit area, and Ashley thought nothing of going there alone.
Suddenly, he was shoved to the ground and kicked in the side. He felt something give; probably a rib.
"What do you want from me?" Ashley asked weakly as the perpetrators stole his wallet.
One guy scoffed, obviously male because of the way he spoke. "What kind of name is Ashley Purdy? Sounds like a fucking porn star's name."
The other guy laughed and spit on Ashley as he kicked him once more, this time in the nose.
"Probably a faggot." He stole the credit cards, gift cards, and money out of Ashley's wallet and threw it back onto Ashley.
"You know what? It's a nice wallet. I'll fucking keep it." The head guy said, picking up the wallet. He took Ashley's license out and threw it at him.
"At least the Medical Examiner will know who he is." The second guy laughed as the two walked off.
Ashley was crying and bleeding in the darkness, knowing full well that he was going to die that night.