His teeth are clamping trying to take chunks out of your flesh. You’re throat is tight with fear and sweat welling on your forehead. His mouth is tainted with blood, the shrieks are ear shattering. He pauses for a split second and spits up blood. Your face is covered and you keep your mouth closed tight for fear of blood getting in.

You’re getting angry. Why is he attacking me? All I wanted to do was help him. What a freaking waste, you think as you struggle. He spits up more blood and you’ve had it. You elbow him sharp in the face. He has a stunned look as if he doesn’t know what just happened…. He quickly snaps out of the daze and anger fills his alarming eyes.

A gunshot fires. From where? You look up and see that the bullet has pierced the man right between the eyes. Good shot, you think as you stand up. You turn around and there are two men, no older than thirty. One is holding .32 caliber, it’s gleaming in the sunlight.”

“Hey,” you greet them casually and fall to the ground exhausted…