McWuncler's was several blocks away, so they could of have walked. But they way it was pouring outside; Granddad decided they should take Dorothy, his beloved car.

He and Riley buzzed as they pulled out of their neighborhood. They couldn't wait to take a bite out of that burger. Even if it did cost $3 a pop. $3 a burger? Granddad's brow furrowed at the thought. Maybe Huey did have a point, he thought. But the thought that each bite would be worth every penny quickly reassured him.

Riley was especially happy. He was tired of eating Granddad's fried chicken. Although it was fire, he did grow tired of the bird. He wanted heavier food. And the large burger was just the thing he needed.

"Ay, yo Granddad," Riley said. "I can't wait to get my hands on that burger,"

"Ooh, me too, boy." Granddad agreed. "You kids don't know how lucky you kids have it these days. In my day, we just had that teeny-tiny sandwich that couldn't even fill my stomach. But now, its gonna be a whole new ball…" Granddad was going to finish speaking, but up ahead he saw a lot of traffic. And by a lot of traffic, there were cars packed like sardines in every lane. People ignoring the traffic lights; just going by their own rules. Just to get McWuncler's hottest new item.

"Goddamn it," Granddad groans as he slaps the steering wheel. Riley sucks his teeth.

"Damn, why can't a nigga just be happy in this lame ass town? People always gotta slow shit down. A nigga can't even get some food to quell their hunger." Normally Granddad would smack Riley for using such language, but he really didn't the energy to do so. He'd rather do that on a full stomach. Granddad sighs, reclines in his seat, and rubs the bridge of his nose with his fingers. " I guess we have no choice but to wait. We're already boxed in." He turns the dial on his radio station until he hears a station playing Midnight Love. Riley side-eyes Granddad for his music choice.

"Ugh, who this?" he grumbled.

"What you mean 'Who this'?" Granddad says. "This is Marvin Gaye. This song right here is a classic." He boasts proudly.

But Riley just scoffs. "Uh, pause. I know damn well this nigga's name ain't Gay? Now that's hella gay." Granddad frowned at Riley. "His name ain't Gay. It's Gaye. G-A-Y-E."

"It don't matter how he spells his name. It's still gay," Riley shrugged. Granddad frowned even harder. "Boy, just shut your dumbass up and be quiet."

Riley shrugged again. "Okay, man. I just aint finna listen to music from a nigga named Gaye." Riley took out his phone and plugged in his headphones. He put them in his ears and closed his eyes.

Granddad looked in his rear-view mirror. His eyes popped at the sight. It looked like the car line behind him stretched for miles. He shook his head slowly. Damn, all these people. Look like McWuncler's gonna make some money today, Granddad thought. He looked ahead. He was in a long line too, but it wasn't that bad. All he would need to do is drive another 500ft and he'd be in McWuncler's drive thru.

Thunder boomed above them and the rain continued on. It was getting a little frigid so Granddad turned the heat in his car. Granddad put one hand on the steering wheel, lied back, and waited.

2 hours later, the line begins to slowly move forward. He's almost at the entrance of the drive thru. He's about 10 cars away.

Granddad was inching his car onwards when he hears a loud commotion behind him. He looks in his rear-view mirror again. He sees 4 men arguing outside of their cars despite the rain.

"Oh man! My car! Look at what you did to my car!" one of the men yells.

"Bruh, you hit us!" another one of them replies. "And your car got more damage than ours!"

"What? That doesn't even make sense!" the first man says. "It's called the 3 law of motion, dumbass!" counters the second man. "For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. It's not our fault that your papier mâché ass car can't handle some outside force!"

"Malik, nigga calm down," said the 3rd man to the second man. "Ay yo man. Just give us your information so we can handle this like grown men, and we'll be on our-"

But the fourth man cut Malik's friend off. "No way, bro! We don't even have insurance!" he shouts. But the first man got too hype. "Yeah, man! You ain't getting dick!" With that statement, the first man shoves Malik's friend into a woman's car window, shattering it.

The woman screams. "Hey, what the fuck, man!" She jumps out her car and punches Malik's friend's assailant into Malik. Malik and friend start to jump the man, somehow causing a riot behind them. All the while Riley opened his passenger window filming the entire thing yelling "WORLDSTAR! WORLDSTAR!"

Granddad grabs him by his collar and forces him back into his seat. "Riley! Sit down and roll up my window! You getting my seats wet!" Riley grumbles under his breath as he does what he was told. Granddad sighs and brings his focus back onto

4 hours go by and Granddad has finally made it inside the drive thru. He is now 1 more car away from the speaker box. The heater drained out half of his gas tank. Granddad is now in a grumpy mood. "Them burgers better be worth the wait," he grumbles.

Riley can hardly contain his excitement. He's bouncing up and down in seat repeatedly chanting "Double – Stuffed –Mc-Dual…" Granddad reaches in his wallet to get his money ready for the next window. Despite his mood, he still can't wait for the burger. But their eagerness would not be long lived.

A man screaming from his car window ahead of them catches their attention. He's shouting at the speaker-box. "I can't believe what y'all telling me!" he shouts. "No motherfucking way! How y'all do this me! I got a motherfucking family to feed and y'all niggas just gon' cut me off like this!? Well y'all got me fucked up!"

"Whoa," Riley gasps "Granddad, you see this crazy ass nigga? He over here yelling at a machine." Granddad rubs his chin. "That is rather unusual," he replies. The man gets out his car and looks through the restaurant.

He sees the employees cowering behind the order counter. "I know y'all lazy bastards see me! How the fuck y'all gon' be out of burgers!?"

Granddad's and Riley's eyes pop out of their heads at the man's words. "Did I hear him correctly?" Granddad asks. "Did he just say they're out of burgers?" Riley says. Granddad shakes his head. He buttons up his trench coat and opens his door. "I'm gonna check it out. Stay here, Riley." He slams his car door shut before Riley could protest.

He walks up to the man. He begins to questions him, but the man's appearance halts him. The man looked feverish. His eyes were bloodshot and crazed. Froth was forming in the corners of his mouth; and Granddad could smell his rotten breath from where he stood. He clenched his teeth so hard Granddad thought they were going to break. His dark skin gave off a sickly red hue. Veins bulged from his arms. The man's hands shook and his clothing was ruffled. He looked like he needed medical attention. Immediately. He was also hot, in the literal sense of the word. Heat seemed to be emitting off of him.

Granddad was so bewildered by the man that he could only sputter words. "Whoa, man…what even…what's going on…" The man glowers at Granddad. He violently gestures his arm at the building. "These lying-ass shitfucks gon' say they outta burgers!" the man yells even though Granddad was 3 feet from him.

"What?" Granddad says in disbelief.

"I know right? How the fuck they gon' be outta burger?" the man mocks. "This is a McWuncler's! They main product is burgers! It's all they make! That's why I think they's lying. They just wanna hog up all of they food and keep it to themselves. Ain't that right, you selfish fucking bastards!?" the man spits at the employees.

Though disturbed by the man's irrational actions, Granddad can't believe McWuncler's out of sandwiches. Damn, that means I wasted my time and gas for this bullcrap, he thinks.

People begin to emerge from their cars to join the confusion, asking questions to people who don't have the answers.

"What's going on?"

"What you mean they out of burgers?"

"Damn, so you mean I ain't gonna get my 10-burger special?"

"Is they hiring? Does anyone know?"

Granddad turns to the overly aggressive man. "But how do you know they're out of burgers? Who told you this?" he asks. If possible, the man clenches his teeth even harder. "This nigga just don't know. Let me prove it to you." The man was a little chubby and didn't seem to have any impressive strength, but they way he grabs Granddad sure made it seemed he did. He yanks Granddad by his arm and pulls him to the drive thru speaker box. "Nigga, what the hell you think you doing? Let go of me!" But the barbaric man ignores his protests. The mindless crowd of people followed the man to hear the bad news for themselves.

The man drops Granddad in front of him so that he could hear the message clearly. A robotic recording of a woman's voice plays. Twice, it repeats Sorry, but at this time, we are currently not selling any burger products. That includes the new Double Stuffed McDual. We apologize for this inconvenience. Thank you for choosing McWuncler's as your fast food provider. Have a great day!

The crowd collectively groans a response. More unanswerable questions surface from them. The questions them turn into complaints, which then turn into angry shouts.

"How in the hell are they gonna be outta burgers!?"

"I been in that line for hours! Only to come to this!?"

"How the fuck do they expect me to feed my kids!?"

"I put in an online application to these motherfuckers 2 weeks ago! They should of have called me by now!"

The feverish man's voice rises above all of the others. "This some ol' bullshit!" he roars. "I've been coming here for two days now, they had more than enough burgers. Now they over making up some bullshit ass lie. But if they think they can fuck with us, then we should turn right around and go fuck with them!" The crowd yells in agreement and begins chanting into the night sky "Occupy McWuncler's! Occupy McWuncler's! Occupy McWuncler's!"

With the man leading them, the crowd starts advancing on the McWuncler's building. Granddad gets between them and the building, stretching out his arms to form some kind of a barrier.

"What is wrong with y'all?" Granddad spoke. "Have y'all lost y'all damn minds? Look at yourselves. You're about to tear down a building, and for what? All for a damn sandwich! Y'all should just go to the store and buy some ground beef and make your own burger. Just take y'all asses home!"

The crowd is silent. They stare at Granddad like they're just now seeing him. Just when Granddad thought they were getting it, a woman from the crowd bellows "Nigga, do you know how much ground beef costs nowadays!? Get cho Al Sharpton ass up out of the way!"

On that note, the crowd stampede Granddad to the building. They smash the glass walls using their bodies. They begin beating the staff ruthlessly. Granddad limps over his car, but his injuries made him to exhausted to continue. Luckily, Riley comes to his aid and helps him to the car.

"Oh, man, Granddad. I recorded the whole thing. These niggas are on some other shit," Riley says as he helps Granddad into the driver's seat."

"I know, boy," Granddad agrees. "I've never seen anything like this before, let's get home to your brother." He starts to put his keys in the ignition when something catches his eye. He looks through his windshield he thinks he sees a bottle of fire floating in the air. But lightning cracks through the darkness and luminates the world for a second. In that second, Granddad and Riley sees the savage man holding the bottle of fire standing on his car roof. Where the fuck did he get a Molotov from? Granddad thinks.

In that second they see the man's face. His eyes were psychotic. His smile gave off an inhumane-like aura. He cocks his arm back and the world goes back to darkness. Only the sound of the rain cut through the uneasy silence.

Moments later, the McWuncler's explodes, giving permanent light to the world. The building is engulfed in flames. Riley and Granddad watches, mouth agape, as people run out of McWuncler's while on fire. The man begins to laugh. But to call it laughter would be an overstatement. It was maniacal, deranged noise tearing into the storm. The man starts to into a fit of spasms. After a few seconds the man collapses on his back on the asphalt. His body convulses violently for several more moments. He screams at the top of his lungs into the crying heavens. Then all of the air in his body leaves and his body goes lifeless.

Granddad stares in horror at the man's body. He wants to drive away. He wants to go home. He wants to take a hot bath, kiss his grandkids goodnight, and sleep forever. But he just can't tear his eyes away from the body.

Riley breaks the ice. "Is he…is he dead, Granddad?" he sobs. Granddad can't even give him a response. He just shakes his back and forth with his jaw hanging. His trembling hands somehow find his keys. He turns on the engine and puts the car in reverse. He looks back so that he can back out of the drive thru, but Riley screams.

"What, boy!? What's wrong!?" Granddad yells, confusedly looking around. "Look!" Riley points ahead. Granddad's eyes follows Riley's finger. His heart drops into his stomach at what he sees.

The man who died in front of them just moments before now stands in front of his own car. He's standing pigeon-toed, his shoulders bent over, arms limp. He repeatedly flexes his hands. He's still quivering, but not as bad as he was before. The man's head keeps twitching.

Granddad tries to scream, but it's caught up in a lump in his throat.

A woman escapes from the burning building, having a coughing fit. As she gasps for air, the man notices her. He starts sprinting-limping towards her. He grunting heavily, saliva's dripping from his jowls. When he reaches her, she slams her to the ground by her neck. She doesn't even have time to scream before he's on top of her. He starts pounding her face into the dirt. He's scratching at her eyes. She quickly stops resisting and the woman is dead. The man then bows his head and starts devouring her neck. He tears a chunk from her with his teeth. He cocks his neck back and shrieks into the night sky.

Riley's now sobbing his eyes out. Granddad slams his foot on the gas and speeds out of the drive thru He ignores the traffic lights. He ignores the astray cars blocking the road. He just swerves around them. Another explosion from behind them almost threw them off the road.

Riley bawls into his hands. "Granddad," he says as he wipes the snot from his nose. "What the fuck is going on? That nigga woke up from the dead and just killed that woman and ate her? And before that he blew up the McWuncler's. And killed all them people. Where the fuck they do that at?"

Granddad threw Riley a sympathetic glance. "I don't know, Riley. I don't know how that man came back from the dead. But all I know is you're here and you're safe and sound."

Riley stares at Granddad with his big brown eyes. "Are you safe and sound?"

Granddad kept his eyes on the road. "Of course I am," he lied. Riley kept staring him though. "Are we gonna die, Granddad?"

Granddad finally forced himself to look at Riley. He couldn't bear to look in his eyes. With a fake reassuring smile, Granddad replied, "I will never let you, your brother, or myself die, okay." A single tear spills from eye. "I promise."

A/N

Goddamn that was a a lot of typing. Anyways thanks for reading everybody! I named the chapter "Krazy" after a Lil Wayne song. Go check it out if you want. oh yeah and PLEASE review. They mean so much to me and inspire me to keep writing. If you guys have any ideas i could put into the story i'd be more than happy to use them (with your permission)

Review Responses

hueyfreemanrocksmyworld: Thanks for reviewing.I love Juey and my fav episode was The Fried Chickedn flu so yeah. And I always saw Granddad as intense. But i went back through the chapter and saw what you meant. I'll try to simmer it down some tho. Thx