[ WP ] Going about your normal day you 're surprised as the sky goes dark and then is awash with flame . At this moment you know you should have taken your fortune cookie much more seriously .

The shop sat in a deserted shopping center, neighboring stores' doors boarded shut. Above the asian restaurant a dim sign shone the name'Fu's Asian Cuisine.' The name swayed sullenly in the wind as the lights in the name flickered. The faint screaming of a car horn shook him from his stupor. Looking behind himself, he saw the deserted parking lot cast in shadows as the sun rose from the east. 
 
 The door opened easily as he stepped inside. The buzzing of the refrigerator left him forgetting this outside world as the window shades drew down of their own accord. An asian man appeared behind the cash register having just came from the kitchen. His apron had the stains of a lunch rush yet the chairs sat lonely. 
 
 He slowly stepped up the man. Behind the cash register, his eyes sat blank, sunk into his skull. Clearing his throat he said, `` I'll have an eggroll.'' The mans head swiveled towards him. Laying the cash onto the table, he quickly picked a seat hidden from the man's sight. His fingers danced along the table as his food was being prepared. The squeaking of knobs turning interrupted his dance as he listened closer. The pattering of multiple feet could be heard and the slight murmuring of a foreign words. The man brought the eggroll out on a plate, its edges stained a slightly brown color. The man placed a fortune cookie next to his plate mechanically and turned. Walking away, he saw a knife sticking out of the back of the man's pants. 
 
 Turning his attention to his meal, he gingerly picked up the egg roll and sniffed it warily. Taking a bite, a slimy texture slithered through his mouth. Spitting it out quickly, he uncapped the lid of his flask around his neck. Taking a deep swig, he looked down at what he had spit out. Black speckles paraded the burnt meat and hints of yellow could be seen through its translucent shell. Turned off, he ate his fortune cookie. Inside sat a tiny roll of paper. Unrolling it slowly, his eyes moved along its edges. Sighing in exasperation, he ate the cookie quickly and went to the door. Pulling on the handle, he became aware of something behind him. Turning from the unbudging door, he jumped at the sight of the worker directly behind him. His eyes danced in flame, turning the color of a fire. 
 
 Turning quickly around, he pulled once more that seemed glued shut. Freezing his muscles, he looked through the glass door to see the once fiery sky of dawn turned blood red in the flames of consuming chaos. Smashing through the glass, he ran quickly to his car as The fire descended. Turning the key, his car cranked, refusing to start. The flames licked the edge of his station wagon as it heated inside. The crisp that remained was charred, black marks pocked along his body. 
 
 Back inside the restaurant the worker looked on the happenings. Picking up the discarded paper, he glanced at its words. 
 
 `` Fresh meat'' 
 
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 *I hope you all enjoyed this story. I would really appreciate any advice or criticisms you have with this story as this is a bit new for me. *
