There have been a ton of movies about people in vehicles driving away from really big, really bad things. Dragons, dinosaurs, monsters... you know the drill. Laz had always seen those and thought to himself, 'why the hell do people go in a straight line when you could be zigging and zagging." Right now though, Laz was plowing down the interstate at over one hundred and twenty miles an hour wishing he had anything to use as cover right about now and wondering just how the hell he ended up getting stuck dealing with this thing. He also understood that when going this fast, any sudden movements would make even his modified truck flip.
'Oh... So that's why...'
"Why the fuck am I thinking about this now," Laz yelled as he swerved again slightly, using his senses to the maximum to keep track of the beast as he sped along.
"Fuckity fuck fuck fuck," Laz said, hitting the brake and sliding right, keeping the wheel pointed left as he drifted around a turn.
