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The station was bright. And smelled like feet. The bustling of the people made me cringe as I boarded the train. I stared down at my shoes as I mounted the steps, a lump in my throat when I realised I was boarding the wrong subway. I tried to escape but the doors…. They closed. I groaned in frustration, as I remembered that I didn’t have breakfast. My Face Lifted as I remembered that I always Pack a pack of biscuits in case of an emergency like this. I unzipped my leopard-print fanny pack and fished out a lollipop; but no biscuits. I stared down in disbelief, where were me girl guide bikkys. As I whipped my head from side to side in panic, I spotted fatman in stubbies with wis massive butt squeezed into the cheap plastic seats, munching on cookies. I approached the tub of lard and reached for my cookies. I could taste the sweet chocolate dipped vanilla biscuits. “I'm coming my love,” I said, but as I grabbed them, the man growled ferociously. I whimpered in fright, it was the devil of mcdonald's himself. I backed away slowly, fearing the wrath of his quivering double chin. But before he could attack, the subway carriage shuddered to a halt and a voice came over the intercom; “We have arrived at McStreet, anybody getting off should get a move on”.  My tummy growled, demanding the cookies that were taken from me. As I stepped out of the foul-smelling carriage, I glanced at the fat man that stole my biscuits. “I will get you for this” I said as I backed out of the subway looking him straight in the eyes. You wait….

                                                                               300 days later

Blood. Sweat. Tears. And burgers. The relentless hustle to best the fat man at his own game; being fat. Over the past 300 days, I have eaten nothing but Mcfood, and Mcwater. Jiggled down the stairs, adrenaline pumping through my clogged arteries. As I took my first step outdoors for what felt like years, I saw him. Everything around me was destroyed. an apocalypse Over the Past 300 days The fat man has eaten everything even the brussel sprouts. Causing the world to collapse under the weight of his rolls. I faced the fat man His burped. It was a hurricane. The food was served. I stared down at the plate and started in the biggest eat off in history.