Chapter 1- Chased By A Manic Truck Driver

"Hey, Mark If you had to choose between fighting 1000 mutant monsters or 1,000,000 Normal humans. Which would you choose?"

"How strong are the monsters?" I asked

"Strong enough to kill you with a single hit" My best friend responded

"Hmm, I'll probably die no matter what I choose" I said to George

"Well yeah with those sticks you call arms." He chortled

"So you're saying you'd be able to fight 1,000 mutant monsters?" I asked him in amusement and annoyance

"Haha, No"

In a mocking tone I said "You'd probably die after two hits, thanks to that thick skull of yours"

"What?! Seriously? So OP?!"

I sighed while shaking my head

"Why am I even friends with you?" I wondered out loud

CRASH!!

Disrupting my contemplation on my choice of friends, a truck came crashing out of a local grocery store. Its sights set on us.

"What the f- RUN!!" George shouted

"Right ahead of you!!"

As we bolted trying to run away from the pick up truck. I realized after calming down that the driver never increased or decreased its speed.

"Damn, that driver he's playing with us!" George realized it as well, which was unusual. For him at least.

"Let's do the same then" I replied after thinking for a bit.

"Hmm? what do you have in mind?" he asked with genuinely curious and excited face

. . .

After running for a 4 minutes, taking roads where less people were. We ran around a corner sticking close to a building that was under construction.

Because the building was only finished from the sides, the truck wasn't able to evade when it crashed through the safety barriers. Destroying the still incomplete construction.

BANG! CRASH!

Gasping for air after running for a what seemed like forever.

"That was freaking awesome!! HAHAHA" George yelled with a psychotic laugh.

"Hah, yeah. 'hagh' serves that guy right."

"Tch, trying to Isekai me and my buddy!? Well not today truck-kun!!" George unabashedly said

"Let's get out of- WATCH OUT!" I yelled in panic and pushed my friend as well as my self out the sudden projectiles way

Looking like a child that fell on his ass, he stuttered as he asked

"I-is that a tentacle?" He asked though it was more of a confirmation than a question.

"Hurry and run you idiot!!" I yelled at him as I started dragging him by the shirt

"Ah" George finally snapped out of his stupor and ran without me pulling him.

*Wiggle* *Flop*

I can see George's face turning different shades of purple from seeing the yellow tentacle.

Although I have no idea if that "thing" is an actual tentacle, to be able to achieve the speed at which the tentacle came flying at us, was way too fast for a normal human to throw or even shoot from a handgun. So then begs the question; What fired it if it wasn't rifle? But I wasn't able to hear anything.

We finally reached our neighborhood after tripping and running with all our might. After having thought we made a big enough distance from what we supposed was the driver, we slowed down.

*gurgle*

I can see George's already turned purple face turn pale when he heard the "drivers" odd raucous.

We finally made it to George's backyard when suddenly

*gurgle* *swoosh*

I push George and myself out of the projectiles trajectory as the tentacle projectile shot past us.

Fun fact about me, if you plan sticking it out with the story. I never liked looking at my own blood.

Despite scientists calling it our 'Life water' or 'The blueprint of our human existence' I always thought it was ominous and repulsive.

*gurgle* *gurgle*

George and I laying on the grass that was well mowed. I was kneeing on one leg since my other one had a small chunk shot off while George seemed to have fallen face first on the ground.

Standing at a height of 5'10 or 177.80cm (had to use Google 😅) wearing a zip up sweater and jeans, had the appearance of an ordinary man but very obviously wasn't. He had a squid for a head. Yes, an actual squid, haha, I must be on some pretty potent shit right? Right?!

*Gurgle* "Human."

....It spoke.