Truck

"I'll have one normal burrito!"

"Coming in 5 minutes."

I am the owner of this food truck. I make foods from around the world but only because that's the only good thing I am good at. Most think that as a chef I would now many different recipes and could create a new one from my head. I can't, I only now some basic recipes, I don't know great spice mixes or how to make my own tortillas.

I use premade tortillas and watch spice mixes from the internet. It's embarrassing to work as a food truck owner and now even know how to make original and good tasting food. But I have to, I need it to live.

The food truck is an old truck that probably was used to sell candy, or at least on the side reads:

'Free candy for children'

However it seemed to now do well, because it was abandoned. So I took it, made it into a food truck and started to serve food, the upgrade didn't cost almost anything. I got it for free from an old friend of mine.

Now it doesn't look so old but now so new either. But it's enough. You see my truck is located near a big office building, so workers who are in a hurry will come eat my food. I can pay my bills and ingredients with this.

Life could be better, maybe if I studied more I could now also work in a big company. It could pay me well and I could even retire at some point. But I can't go to school now. I need to pay the bills of me and my pets. I love my pets. But most of them are more unique, I saved them.

I have a baby fox, cat and an owl. For some reason they don't fight with each other. I don't know how that's possible, maybe they did some secret deal but if they continue to live like this and don't want to leave. They can live with me forever.

My house is located near a big forest and there I don't have to worry about people noticing my pets. I used to live more closer to the city but had to move out for personal reasons. And I am happy enough to continue living like this.

Or that's what I thought...

When I got home, I did what I always do. Ate some leftovers. Fed my pets, brushed my teeth, took a shit and went to bed. I like to read a books about fantasy world where anything can become possible. Become the strongest even if you are born as a weak slime or win everyone without having super strength.

But it's also super dangerous, so I'm also thankful to live in this peaceful world.

After that I fell asleep and waited for another workday.

*Crash

My eyelids shot open from the loud sound. Probably a window, I tried to listen for anything else but didn't hear anything else. I decided to check out what it was. My pets were standing in front of the door and looked scared.

This is why it's sometimes great to now have good gun control, as I took my shotgun from under the bed. I've had it for 3 years but never shot anyone. I quietly opened the door and started to towards the likely place that the crash was in. My pets following behind me.

I checked all corners and imagined myself looking like a swat agent but I probably looked like 9 year old kid playing with nerfs. I wasn't nervous, this kind of situations are common. Usually they are drunk teenagers so I haven't had to shoot anyone in my own house.

I look towards the couch and there's a cracked window on top of it. I see a rock in front of the couch. I try to listen if there was more noises coming from anywhere.

*clang *clang

I hear it, some noises from the kitchen. I started to head towards it, kitchen wasn't far away. But the door was shut, so I couldn't hear anything else. I stood behind the door and opened fast, I see 3 people in all black. They hear the door opening and look straight at me. I stare back.

I point the gun at them, they raise their hands in the air and look at each other nervously. They look like young guys, around 19-25. But not drunk or on drugs.

"Go lay on the ground!"

They followed my orders and laid down. I point the shotgun at ground and start to question them.

"Why are you here?"

"For cash"

Knew it, they were just some amateur thieves who thought that they could get some easy money from a food truck owner. I take a phone from the counter next to the door and dial 911.

While the phone is connecting I hear someone behind me. I quickly look back and see another guy, he's holding something.

"Hey, guys look this guy's crazy, we must leave."

Oh so that's what they found, I close the call and point the gun towards the coming guy. He sees me.

"Wha"

I shot him, when they have seen that, there's no return for them. The other guys look shocked and start to run towards me.

"NO, ALEX"

They yell a name, probably belonged to the dead guy, I turn over and shoot another one. Second one gets close to me and tries to tackle me. Luckily I know some martial arts and instead of getting me on the ground, now he's laying there. I shoot him.

I thought that's all but there's still one guy. And he gets me. He got a knife from the wall and stabs me. I can't die like this; I try to get him away from knife but he pulls it out- It hit my organ. I will die, if I don't get help fast but that's not going to happen. I can't let anyone know what was in that envelope. I head towards a microwave, I grab a gas bottle, stuff it inside and click.

BOOOM!