[ WP ] Write a normal-sounding story , but slowly turn it from normal to completely batshit insane .

Chase gripped his steering wheel with his left hand, adjusting the steering wheel with his right. The motion was made uncomfortable by the suit he was wearing; he knew he should have taken the jacket off before he headed out. A familiar tune buzzed through static, and he slowly turned the knob until it came in clear. His head bobbed in time with he song, and he started humming as he sped down the highway, on his way to a promising job interview. 
 
 As he came around a bend in the road, blue and red lights flickered in the distance ahead. Chase checked his speed, and continued onward; only to find that they had the entire highway blocked off. He pulled off to the side, trying to see what was keeping him from advancing, but could n't see a thing. 
 
 An officer knocked on Chase's window, making him jump and hit his head. Chase laughed; the officer did n't. After rolling down the window, Chase inquired, `` What's going on up there? Some kind of accident?'' 
 
 The officer wore a stern look on his face. `` I need you to go, sir. Turn around, and go.'' 
 
 `` Back the way I came? But it's the wrong way.'' 
 
 `` Do n't worry about that, just get --'' 
 
 ***BANG. *** 
 
 An explosion came from the distance, and the officer ran towards it without saying another word. Chase put his car in gear, and started to turn around. Before he could get on his way, the ground started to rumble beneath his vehicle. Cracks appeared in the asphalt, and Chase panicked -- he got out of his vehicle and ran to the grass. Just as he exited the roadway, flames spat from the cracks, and he watched as his car went up in flames. 
 
 Gunshots rang out in he distance, the direction of the cops; so Chase ran in that direction. Surely, they could help him. He passed through the blockade of cruisers, and ran towards a line of officers, guns drawn and pointed towards a plume of black smoke. He opened his mouth to call out, but became speechless as a beast emerged from the smoke. It stood at least fifteen feet tall, horns twisting from its head, it's gorilla-like body covered in blood red scales and spots of black fur. The police shot at it, accomplishing nothing; it swung its arm and sent officers flying in every direction. 
 
 An arm landed next to Chase, still clutching a gun. He pried the fingers open, and ran up the hill to his right, hoping the beast did n't see him. The air grew hotter, and the sky turned red in a matter of moments. Black clouds seemed to swirl in the atmosphere. At the top of the hill, Chase emerged to find the world ablaze; smoke and destruction in every apparent direction. He did n't know what to do, where to go. He just knew he had to get away, and fast. 
 
 Suddenly, he heard a shriek behind him, and turned to see a small creature -- the size of a small child, with leathery, deep red skin and jet black eyes -- barreling towards him. It bared three-inch long razor sharp teeth, and outstretched its claws as it approached -- Chase quickly rose the gun and fired as it came within inches of his face. The bullet entered directly between its eyes, and blew out the back of its skull. 
 
 `` Well... At least they die easy enough.'' Chase turned and ran towards the city. 
 
 His first stop was a local convenient store; he needed weapons and ammo. He ran into a few more demons inside, disposing of them quickly as he made his way to the hunting section. The place was cleaned out; people had clearly had more of a head start than he did. I the corner, however, much to his surprise, was a machete. He smiled, picked it up, and ran out of the store. 
 
 The ground shook once more as he exited the store. He found himself surrounded by a dozen of the demons; and the larger one was roaming in he distance, tearing people in half. The demons rushed him all at once. He shot the first in the head, using his last bullet, then turned to his right and threw the gun at another, stunning it momentarily. He drew his machete, spun around, and effortlessly sliced the head off another; after which he darted forward, shoving the blade through the skull of two more. He felt a slash at his back, and twisted around in time to see one lunge at him, knocking him to the ground. He shoved his fingers in its eye sockets, reaching for his machete, inches away from his fingertips. With a burst of adrenaline, he swung at its face, sending it rolling to the ground; allowing him to grab his blade and drive it through its heart. The remains demons were easily dispatched. 
 
 Covered in blood and sore to the bone, Chase looked at the destruction around him. A fiery beast glided through the scorched sky, and skyscraper in the distance crumbled. Sirens blew from every direction, screams and gunfire were abundant. To his left was the gigantic beast, about a hundred yards away; to his right, a mass of smaller demons. 
 
 He gripped his machete tight, took a deep breath, and ran to his right. 
 

