#thingsgetcomplicated

'Slow down, it's him' Grace suddenly whispered.

'How can you tell',

'Jack, there's no time to explain, but she just knows, ok now play look out, if anything looks like it's about to explode or fucking vomit all over me shoot it until it stops moving.'

'But wh-' He started as I burst out the passenger-side door, I kept a slow pace in time with the other 'people' walking the streets, play it cool or he'll notice. I got within a few paces of him, short hair, brown coat, weird hat. I broke into a run, a scream surrounded me, I tackled the thing down, greeted by a face of red tentacles I gave the thing one hard thump in the nose(well where its nose should be), snatched the brief case and scrambled to my feet. I looked around to discover I was being encircled by a legion of tentacle people and various  inanimate objects with legs and faces. Jerry at the helm, the car slammed right through a bush-creature which sent leaves and berries cascading everywhere. Grace and Jack were shooting manically.

'Fuck you in particular' Jack screamed as he gunned down a bench crabbing towards his window. I dived in the passenger window cradling the case close to my chest.

'Go!'

Jerry hit the gas so hard I wondered if we'd ever see his foot again, I slammed the case down into the middle seat, I clicked the sides and threw it open, out popped an asortment of cakes. 'WHAT!' a voice cried,