"Damon, grab table 3 for me will you!" A voice called out through all the clanking and clattering of dishes being piled high. "Yes sir!" Damon called out from behind the plates shutting the sink off and drying his hands. He hurriedly walked out of the kitchen and into the dining area of the restaurant. They finally finished serving the last few customers and were now working on cleaning up for the night.
Damon started stacking dishes on top of one another, making sure to get everything in one trip. He started walking back into the kitchen and towards the sink where he could see the dishes piled precariously high. With no other room for dishes his only choice was to try and put what he has on top of the stack, slowly and carefully lifting the plates up he slips, the mountain of dishes burying him. Slowly fading in and out of consciousness the last thing he remembers hearing through all the panic was his boss "Someone call an ambulance quick!"
(Just a heads up each chapter will be split in different parts)
