Madman

I do up the top button of my shirt (the indie way) and walk downstairs. Mmm, no one. Maybe they headed to the bar without me. Yes, that was like them, that sounds like the logical solution.
I step out on to the street, shutting the door behind me. What? Empty? Where is everyone? Out of the corner of my I see a flicker of movement. A shuddering mess of a man runs at me, staggering in the process. F**king hell! I cry as the monstrosity leaps onto me, kicking, biting, doing anything to take a bite of my flesh. Instincts kick in and I lash out, my fist taking the wreck's head clean off. I stumble back in horror. Because I recognise the face; my best friend Edmund. God dammit! Tearing up and tearing at my hair I look up from the corpse of the zombie. The street is bucking under a tidal wave of red and grey. Cursing, I glance around for a weapon - no, the street is bear. I begin to scream in disparity.
A firm hand encloses mine. A man , my saviour, smiles, his crazy hair sticking up at odd angles. Handing over a worn and bloody bat we begin to run.
In the space if five minutes my world has changed and a madman is the only reason I'm alive.