On a dreary Friday I walked into this Mcdonalds, not knowing that the decisions i made today would change my life forever. The glass, smudged by the rain, reflected my mood, sullen and dark. I had just broken up with my girlfriend of three years, over something silly like how she always wanted taco bell instead of Mcdonalds. I walked in, hoping that my favorite meal would quell the deep ache of loneliness in my soul. Little did I know my life would never be the same. As soon as I got in the restaurant, the sound of raised voices hit my ears. I wasn't in the mood for this today, all I wanted was my Mcmeal. Then, I heard sounds of a scuffle, and whipped my head around. There was a full two on two employee brawl in the back of the kitchen, fists and limbs flailing. One even pulled out a shiv. I worked up the nerve to walk up to the register, trying to simply ignore the commotion. The lady working the register seemed nice enough, just looked bored. I placed my order, hoping to leave as quick as possible as soon as the food came out. As I was standing there, waiting like my life depended on it, I heard a scream. I sighed, thinking it was just the employees fighting again, but when I turned around, I was greeted with the biggest rat I've ever seen. I'm not just talking house size, or even New York size. We're talking four foot monstrous beast, with razor sharp teeth and a wicked gleam in it's eyes. It darted for me, and I had just enough sense to leap behind the counter, paralyzed with fright. I dared to peek up, but as soon as I saw the carnage and blood on the ground, I fell back to the ground in horror. Glancing back towards the kitchen, I noticed the employees had continued to beat the ever loving crap out of each other, absolutely ignoring the giant rat. I was about to run out the back door, when I noticed a key fact. The workers had weapons. One of them even had a M22 Assault Rifle, with underbelly grenade launcher and a thermal scope. My eyes lit up at the sight of this beautiful relic of ages past. Dashing for the weapon, I slammed into the worker, grabbed the gun, and slid back behind the counter. All of this in one swift move by the way, no small feat if I do say so myself. Army crawling towards the beast, which was feasting on the fries of it's victims, I deployed the hidden bayonet, and lunged forward with all my might, stabbing the beast through the heart. It screamed and thrashed, almost knocking me to the ground, but I held tight with the strength of Ronald Mcdonald. As the beast collapsed to the ground, I slumped over, falling to the floor. The last thing I remember is the beady eyes going dim, and then, nothing. I woke up to fluorescent hospital lights, and a pounding in my head. My eyes flickered, before finally resolving on a face I hoped I'd never see again, my ex. She told me that had been out for a week, and that during that time they had diagnosed me with Herpes. Great. And I'd never even gotten my Mcmeal.
Sincerely - Medathius Medicalschool
P.S. not pronounced medical school read more