Ryan walked quietly, alone, as the sky quickly darkened while Ryan made his way to a local fast food restaurant. For some reason unknown to him, he wasn't looking forward to going to the restaurant, but he had to since the restaurant was the closest one to where his community service took place. It wasn't as if he hated the food, it wasn't even the fact that he knew the girl who worked there wouldn't be happy with him. It was just a strong sense of undeniable dread that he had no reason to feel. Ryan was normally a carefree person, who didn't care much about anything so it confused him to feel so strongly about going into a place he had been so many times before.

On another note, he wasn't looking forward to the encounter he was about to have with the girl who worked there. He didn't want to cause her any trouble at her work. He was actually quite attracted to her, but she had seemed very bored of him the last time he had called her. He stopped calling her after making a promise to visit her one-day at her work and then not going through with that promise. He was sure the pretty girl hated him. He thought to him, How could I have been so stupid as to mess up my only chance with the most beautiful girl I have ever laid eyes on?

The rain started to slowly drizzle as Ryan continued to make his dreaded path towards the local Best Burger. He could see the mascot smiling at him. The mascot looked eerie in the light and sent chills up Ryan's spine, it looked as if it didn't have eyes, just empty sockets. He was close now. He could see a figure through the window, cleaning the tables in a work uniform, Janie, he thought. He could also see multiple customers, they looked strange through the windows because from where Ryan was standing he could only see half of their bodies and it looked as though they had been chopped in half. Ryan was scaring himself.

Ryan walked past the parking lot as it started to rain harder. Raindrops danced on the windows of Best Burger. The rain bounced off of Ryan's brown hair, soaking his hair, rain dripped down his face, passing his thick brown eyebrows and falling into his deep brown eyes. He frowned, making his face look more mature than it already did. He was a contrast to his looks, he looked mature, but handsome, although he was one of the most immature people Janie had ever met.

He finally approached the door and opened it; a strange sense of unwanted dread flooded him as soon as his hand met the door handle. The feeling of dread had been with him since he left the site where his community service was being performed and decided to get something to eat. He knew there was no reason for him to fear something like a fast food restaurant, he'd been to hundreds of fast food places in his eighteen-year lifetime and nothing bad had happened to him as far as he could remember. He felt as if he had to force himself to go into a place he had been hundreds of times before.

Inside he could hear the sound of the rain beating on the windows. He saw Janie; she looked beautiful with the shadows from the rain soaked window dancing across her face. She had her long, multi-colored hair pulled up and she was wearing her uniform hat along with the rest of the uniform that she disliked so much. The uniform was too big for her and the pants dragged the floor, which caused them to have frayed bottoms. Ryan cringed at the sight of the torn bottoms of Janie's pants. It was just another thing to give him the creeps.

She was cleaning the tables that people had been to lazy to clean themselves, it was a job she hated but she had no other choice while attending college. She moved a strand of loose hair out of her haunting blue eyes, and behind her ear as she wiped a table with a cloth. Ryan felt that he couldn't remove his eyes from her face. She smiled slightly at a customer telling her about his day; Ryan doubted that she was giving the customer her full attention.

The uniforms that all the Best Burger employees wore matched the color scheme of the restaurant. Red and black shirts, black pants, and black hats. The uniform looked strange on Janie's petite body. It made her skin look paler than it should have. She looked up at him for a moment, maintaining eye contact for a brief moment. She looked uncomfortable and looked at the table she was cleaning. The table was stained with ketch up that reminded Ryan of great, another thing to make him feel uncomfortable.

He attempted to shake those feelings off as he took his place in line. He didn't have to wait very long before he was served. "May I take your order?" asked a young blonde female with a fake smile plastered on her face. "I'll just have a hamburger and a coke," he replied. While he stood there waiting for his burger to be prepared he noticed the sound of an Elvis song coming from the restaurant's sound system. He had an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. He decided it would be best if he distracted himself with something and allowed his eyes to wonder to the employees standing behind the counter, preparing his food.

The grease being used to cook the fries hissed like an angry animal when frozen fries were dropped into it. He saw smoke floating through the restaurant. He glanced over at a tan man who was about twenty with lots of bracelets and chains that Ryan was sure he wasn't allowed to wear. The tan man was putting burgers on some type of stove, filled with grease, as he placed one of the patties down a small drop of grease smashed up, making a small burn on his finger. Ryan cringed and looked away. The restaurant was filled with buzzes and clicks from all the devices used to cook one little burger and a small carton of fries to go with it. He focused his attention on an overweight boy and a skinny girl who seemed to be arguing about something. Ryan decided it was best if he didn't watch them prepare his food, watching them was making his uneasy feeling grow worse.

The cashier came over to him with his food and receipt. The top of the receipt said Best Burger, May this meal be as good as your last. The short statement made him shiver. He had a cold feeling on the back of his neck, as if an icy hand was touching him. A cold breeze blew around him but he didn't see if someone had opened the door. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. He suddenly wanted to leave but forced himself to stay when he realized how foolish he was being. The cashier handed him a drink cup along with his meal. After fixing his drink and gathering all the things he needed he looked around for a table that Janie hadn't cleaned yet, in hopes of talking to her about his behavior.

He found a booth not far from where he was standing. As he approached the booth he noticed a small, neon orange scrap of paper lying on the table. He slid into the booth, and then grabbed the paper to examine it. He instantly wished that he wouldn't have even noticed the tiny scrap of paper he was now holding. On one side of it was the statement, Death Happens Everyday. On the other side there was a picture of the Grim Reaper. Ryan cringed as he read those words a second time. A slight pain in his finger caused him to drop the scrap of paper.

He had received a paper cut from the small, orange scrap of paper, now sitting on the floor, at his feet. The dark red blood from the cut started to drip towards the table. Out of habit he stuck the bleeding tip of his index finger into his mouth, just in time for Janie to glance in his direction and notice him sitting they're sucking on his finger. She looked down again and embarrassment flooded over Ryan. He wrapped his finger in a white napkin and watched the blood seep through.

A manager walked into the Best Burger, she was soaked and yelling profanity, unhappy to be at work on such a horrible day. She gave Ryan a single look of pure hatred that seemed to burn through him. He was already uncomfortable, but the look that the manager gave him somehow made him feel a thousand times worse. It seemed as though she thought Ryan shouldn't be there, and sitting there, his finger bleeding as he ate his unhealthy lunch with an uneasy sense of dread, he wished he were anywhere but there.
It started raining even harder, Ryan could no longer see out of any of the four extremely large windows at Best Burger. Ryan frowned. He felt as though he were trapped in Best Burger. The song on the sound system changed, although he couldn't hear it over the rain, it was "La Bamba", if Ryan could have heard it his sense of heavy dread would have deepened. As he chewed his burger he wondered to himself if people on death row feel this way during their last meal.

A cold wind blew through the restaurant, causing the remaining napkins sitting on Ryan's table to be blown to the grown. He looked for an open door but he saw none. Everything seemed strangely calm to Ryan. Although he couldn't see out of the window he had a feeling that something bad was about to happen just outside of the restaurant. He sipped his drink, trying to appear calm.

He suddenly saw what happened next as though he was outside. He saw a delivery truck outside, with the same mascot he had seen when approaching the building. Just under the mascot was the sentence from his receipt, May this meal be as good as your last. The drive thru was filling with cars, a Mustang, an old white truck, and a Hurst. He wondered if there was a dead person in that Hurst. The he shivered. A strong sense of dread soon became his only emotion upon seeing the Hurst. He felt had a cold rush throughout his entire body, he felt drenched with fear. He was wide eyed and struggling to breathe, his chest was slamming up and down, rapidly.

The delivery truck served to avoid the Hurst, causing the delivery truck to crash into the back of Best Burger, where the supplies for the restaurant where stocked. A man Ryan had never seen before was climbing on shelves that must have weighed at least two hundred pounds, the shelves had wheels on the bottom to make them easier to move. The man reached up for a box on the top shelf as the trucked slammed into the shelves. The shelves rolled smashing the man who had been reaching for the box. The shelves where divided into three sections, causing his body to be ripped in three. Blood spattered on the boxes and shelves that surrounded the now dead body of a Best Burger employee. His hand still clutching the box he had been reaching for just moments before. The truck backed up a small bit, the shelves opened, the dead bodies three sections dropping to the floor with a disgusting sound.

Ryan felt he couldn't tear his eyes away, although he didn't want to look. The body was divided into three sections now, one was the head and shoulders, the next was his stomach, and the last began just above his waistline. The box had fallen on top of him. His bloody arm seemed to be reaching out for Ryan, his eyes seemed to be filled with one last question, why didn't you help me? Among the body was various organs and veins, blood stained the floor.

The truck driver was about to go head on with the Hurst. He was either going to have to back up again or he was going to injure the driver of the Hurst. He was completely unaware of what had just happened. He was unaware that a human body lay, split into three, with blood leaking out of it and overwhelming amounts. He had to destroy the store further or risk a murder charge. His boss was going to kill him.

Something around the shelves caused Ryan to tear his eyes away from the gruesome sight. The manager he had seen earlier, while he was eating his meal, came into the room with the shelves in it, after hearing the commotion. There were dozens of boxes on the top shelf above her head. As she started to move closer to determine what had happened, the truck suddenly plunged into the wall where it had previously made a hole. His truck connected with the shelves once more, they glided over the body that was split in three, dragging it a small bit. The boxes above the manager's head began to shake. "What the fuck? She screamed. The box fell directly on her head; it had so much force that it knocked her head straight off of her shoulders, decapitating her. Her head rolled into a corner where they kept the napkins. The body fell a minute later, as if she was still alive, peacefully kneeling down and then continuing to lie on the floor. There where blood speckles on the boxes of napkins.

Screams and panic came from the part of the building where they where cooking the food. They had no idea what was going on until they saw the head of their manager rolling on the floor near the napkins. Ryan suddenly felt as though he were back at his table, sitting with his food and watching the panic unfold. He heard sobbing and soon saw three of the crewmembers he had seen when he was in line running into the lobby. The skinny girl pulled out her cell phone. She started dialing the number for the police. The Hurst suddenly crashed into the window, shattering the glass. A single shard of glass that had been sent flying by the Hurst spun in the air towards the sobbing girl on her cell phone. She noticed a moment to late, she let out a scream of horror and disbelief as the glass sliced through her body. It sliced her into two halves, cutting into her just above her belly button. She dropped the cell phone, she had a look of terror in her eyes and she was still alive for a belief moment, Ryan watched as the life drained from her green eyes. The top half of her body toppled onto the floor, the bottom half fell in the opposite direction.
The overweight boy that she had been arguing with earlier kneeled down and try to put the bloody pieces back together. He was sobbing and a thought crossed Ryan's mind. That was his girlfriend he just watched die. He stood up and pushed his hair away from his tear soaked face with his blood-covered hands. The Hurst attempted to get out of the window; the delivery truck blocked it in. It moved forward a small bit, hitting the truck. The impact caused the coffin to fly through the back windshield of the Hurst.

The coffin was flying through the air at an almost unnatural speed, as though an unseen hand had thrown it. In horror, Ryan realized that the coffin was descending towards the overweight boy was leaning over his girlfriend's corpse, sobbing uncontrollably. The coffin smashed right into the boy's face, knocking him backwards against a wall. His head flattened against the wall, his name badge flew off of his shirt and onto Ryan's table, almost as if some unknown force wanted Ryan to know he was about to die. The boy's name had been Wes, and now all that was left of Wes was a blood soaked wall, and a semi decapitated body. The head was still attached, only it was flat and almost nothing more than blood, the brain and other organs had splattered out and now lay on the floor next to his lifeless body.

A small fire had broken out over the stove. A few members of the crew attempted to put the fire out, in a panic. They beat on the fire with towels, the fire spread instead of being extinguished. The crew members eyes widened in horror at what was happening. It seemed like they were doomed. Some began to pray, other ran and screamed, and a few called people on their cell phones. The fire was a very massive fire. The workers pushed the door in an attempt to escape the fire that was blazing across the kitchen area, only to discover that their way was blocked by two dead bodies.

The tan crewmember was still in the lobby with his two deceased co-workers. He was more freaked out then he would ever have liked to admit. Ryan could see from where he was sitting that the boy was shaking. A few customers ran out the door, causing him to move his attention from the two dead bodies sitting next to him to the people running out in a panic. He decided it would be best if he left. He attempted to leave but tripped over his untied shoelace. He was standing next to the toy display. He would have fallen to the ground, in the gory pile of what used to be his co-workers, if not for the necklace he called his lucky necklace.

The necklace had a single spike on it; it was a black chain with a spike at the end. It caught on the toy display. His lucky necklace held him up. As though an unseen force was moving it, the spike on the necklace turned to face the boy's neck. He was trying to regain his balance when the spike suddenly cut into his neck. He made a gurgling sound and blood came out of his mouth, he fell further, causing the necklace to dig deeper into his neck. His eyes were pleading for help as he reached out his hand. His feet slid on the floor. The spike slit his throat in a deep line across his neck. He blinked his eyes, his eyes looked pained. He was seconds from death. He choked, then his eyes went blank, he was no longer alive. His body was still hanging from the toy display, a gruesome, bloody sight. His eyes staring endlessly out, at something Ryan couldn't see. Ryan wasn't sure it was something he would have wanted to see if he could have.

Ryan looked up to see Janie's eyes were wide and full of fear. He could hear her praying loudly, he couldn't understand what she was saying. People were screaming and drowning out most of the other sounds, Ryan was unable to hear but the sound system switched to John Denver's "Rocky Mountain High". Flames had engulfed the entire back end of the restaurant. Janie started to run, desperately for the door, Ryan felt numb with fear. Just as Janie made her way to a door at the front of the restaurant, the Hurst moved once more, Ryan finally managed to stand up and started running as fast as his legs could carry him, towards Janie. The Hurst shook a final shard of glass free from the frame of the window. The shard of glass flew through Janie's neck, decapitating her; her head fell onto the floor and rolled near Ryan's feet.

Before Ryan could react to what had just unfolded before his eyes, the glass shard continued to move forward, but it twisted slightly upward. It entered the top of Ryan's head, separating his forehead from the rest of his head. The top of his head flew backwards, as though it were a Frisbee. Ryan felt the pain and his vision started to blur. It was as if he was crying, but he was unsure if he were doing much of anything. He couldn't concentrate on anything other then the pain, but somehow through the blur he managed to realize that he was no longer standing. His blurred vision began to darken. He wondered if he was dying and soon came to the conclusion that he must be taking his final breaths as he lay on the floor to the Best Burger he had dreaded walking into. He knew the fire was now over his body. He prayed for a brief second, apologizing to God for all the things he had done wrong and then it all faded to black.
"May I take your order?" asked the fake smiling blonde cashier.

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