Your strength is running out. Naturally, it’s hard to fight hand-to-hand with a man who is twice your size. You don't have a weapon. There was a knife, but you were disarmed. During one of the fights, you used his own knife to make a cut on his face, through lip.

Now, you are running through some old abandoned house, because this part of the suburb is not residential. Running into the room, you realize that you have only two options: give up or jump from the window. The footsteps are louder, the man is getting closer. You locked the door and thought that you would buy time, but he literally tore the damn door open and stood in the doorway. -You can't run forever. — He licks the knife, and a string of saliva mixed with blood connects the man’s tongue and the blade