Steve doesn’t take any notice however. It’s just another drone to his erratic mind anyway. One more body on a long list.
He pulls up the leg of his fatigues to observe the damage. The blood has already stopped and a clear slime oozes from the wound: Jesus, what the hell did he have in his mouth? He better not have had AIDS or something!!
It’s only then he re-notices the crowd standing around him and he looks left and right in a panic. Spinning around and almost falling as he tries to take it all in at once: WHO THE HELL ARE THESE GUYS? MORE OF THEM? SHIT, I NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE. WHERE DO I GO?
Turning quickly he attempts to run but falls when he places weight on the injured leg.