Short, sharp shocks.

“Oooh, it’s cold,” he said. His teeth chattered in his head like they were trying to shake loose his eyeballs. Clenching his jaw didn’t help, it hurt and the shuddering passed down through his jaw, deeper into his body.

“Shut up!” a voice came from above him.

“Dave?” he hissed. “Dave, is that you? It’s too dark to see anything.”

“I know it’s dark, numbnuts!” the voice that came back was not Dave, but it could have been one of the others they’d gone out with. “It’s supposed to be dark!”

“Where the hell are we?” he said. “Fuck! It’s cold! Where’s Dave?”

“Dave is at the police station, I should imagine,” the voice said. “Giving blood samples, statements and wondering what possessed him to take his best mate out in the car while he was drunk. Now shut up, someone will be along to identify your body soon.”

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