You take a cautious step towards the man. He is fidgeting impatiently. You ask if he’s alright once again, but he doesn’t answer.

Worry grows on your face and you feel a shiver of fear snake up your spine. What is wrong with him? you wonder.
“Sir, you’re bleeding.. a lot. We have to take you to a hospital, okay?” You gingerly ease your way towards the man unsure if that’s the wisest thing to do. You pause for a moment. He’s just… standing there. Staring.

He takes a step. You freeze. “Sir..” you begin to say but your throat closes up. You clear it harshly. “The hospital isn’t far..” you take in a sharp breath. His eyes, you see his eyes. They’re glazed over with a red film spotted with white. He bears his teeth and starts towards you. First slow, then fast.. Now he’s running at you. “Wait, sir, you shouldn’t run.. you’re hurt..” you say your voice shaky while you are unable to movie.

He shrieks and lunges at you. You’re on your back trying to keep him away from you with no avail…