Fs was meeting with the boss of the local mob in a corn field by a village near the outskirts of town.
He never heard the footsteps behind him.
As he turned, a baseball bat came at him, hard, shattering his handsome face. Fs fell to the floor, spitting fragments of tooth.
What followed was short and savage and did for Fs.
The brutal local mob of that village nailed his corpse to a tree.
In Memoriam: RIP: Fs