You hear screaming coming from outside.
I fall to the floor as a crazy jumps on top of me, screaming. He's pinned me down. He claws a medium-sized cut into my arm and chest. (I'm just going to assume they have claws, after all they're crazy and I don't think crazy people use fingernail clippers.) I let out a cry of pain. I shove him off; disorientated, I run in the opposite direction, away from the hotel. The crazy follows. I zig-zag around the crazy, and continue running towards my original destination: the hotel.