User:My Name's Not Important

Wow, I just love the aroma of my self decided "Great cooking". My cooking is great by my standards but I haven't been able to get much feedback on it as, I'm, well... Shy. Now don't get me wrong I love to talk to people but I normally don't like to be the center of attention when conversing with others, but tonight I've decided to overcome my shyness, well... It's not fully my decision as, I had some acquaintances coming over to my place, and why not greet them with a meal? They gave me only an hours notice about when they were coming over. They were staying in the same town as me but they were all the over on the other side of town. I knew these people from around, we had a few encounters but I never really had the chance to fully know them formally. I must have had the oven on too high because I noticed the meat to be turning a bit darker than I would have expected and I started to smell a faint bit of char coming from the oven so I decided to remove the meat from the oven. I got a call saying they were a bit closer, about 10 Minutes away and... That's when I started to get nervous. What if they didn't like me, what if everything I expected to happen went wrong? I started to fiddle with my fingers not knowing what to do. I contemplated leaving, but I thought it would be rude. I contemplated canceling the whole visit but I couldn't, I was in to deep. I stared at the fresh meat I had just taken out of the oven and realized that I spent so much time contemplating that I didn't even remember to set the table, but that didn't matter they were only a few minutes away. My nerves took the better of my and I ran as fast as humanly possible out the back door of my old apartment and made a mad dash for a nearby field. I turned to see the cars quickly pull up as they storm into the house. Nothing went as expected, they didn't knock or ask questions, they just barged in. Seeing that made me glad I stole that police radio from the police officer I killed, so I could know when to expect this usually unexpected company, and also so I could know when to cook up a meal. As I laid in that field watching the officers scatter I felt bad. They would never have a proper funeral for the officer because his remains could obviously not be tested of they've been cooked, right? But I shouldn't feel to bad, I mean, I was going to eat him anyways.