The splattered mess turned his stomach, as did the visceral smell. He began to sweat. A whisper of shame berated him. This wasn't his first, and a veteran should cope better.
He carefully reached out. "C'mon, munchkin. Nappy change time, then I'll clean up."
Hunting horns blare. You dart behind a tree. A snarling beast lopes nearer, six riders in pursuit.
Panic grips you—
Your eyes flick open. The bedroom is dark. Your gasps ease. What a vivid dream.
A horn toots. You flinch. It's only a car.
Hot breath puffs in your ear.
"... speak now, or forever—"
"Stop!"
In the deathly silence, a pregnant woman marched down the aisle.
The groom gaped. "Who...?"
Once nearer, the intruder blushed. "Oh, sorry. Wrong church. Ahem. OK Google, take me to the other cheating bastard's wedding..."
Gliding through the doorway, the spy peered into the darkness. There! The man stroking the long-haired white cat. How clichéd. One bullet left. He took aim.
A claw pricked his calf. With a yelp, he dropped the gun.
"Another one?" purred the boss.