Not a pretty picture

The 'werewolf' runs right next to you, then stops. Other footsteps. The werewolf legs it to the nearby Sainsbury's car park. You notice a think line down the middle of it's back.

"We're saved!" scott cries.

"I don't think so, there's something chasing it, and the werewolf hates it so much he didn't stop to eat us."

"So?"

"That means something worse is coming! let's run after the werewolf, see what we can fin-"

An 8 foot well... An 8 foot pink, spiky haired, triple handed, 20 legged, hunchback. After deciphering the strange man's combination of english spanish and japanese (A.K.A. Gibberish) you figure out he's a cannibal. Your legs don't take long to run to Sainsbury's. Scott follows.

You and Scott burst into Sainsbury's. Scott obviously not understanding why they went there, picked up a shopping basket. "Look for him Scott, or her thinking about it." "I'm looking for milk!" he replies.

After 20 minutes of searching a screaming shopkeeper screamed "He's so ugly!!!" even though she was covered in so much make-up she looked like a Barbie doll. "Quick! To the loo!" she cry to Scott "But I just went!"

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