Look what you have begun // terminator x y/n

1. Home

Rain pours, sheeting it down onto your umbrella. Thunder and lightning roared in the black sky, you were reaching home quickly though, so it wasn't as bad as it could be. You look under your umbrella, flooding roads. Tilting your head down again, resisting the storm.

You bump into something.
You look up. A blood covered man, half naked stands in front of you. "He..."
"Who, he?" You mumble in confusion, scrunching your face in concern.
"Do you need a doctor?" You yell up to him. Scared he could leap at you. Or this was a trap.
His head was bloody, and his clothes were torn. He was gripping his left arm, which was probably broken.
He slowly turns his head to the side, facing a dark alley way.
Smoke and shadow covered it, you peer under the umbrella and squint to make anything out. He was probably drunk?
"He's-" you look up at him.
"Sir, have you been drinking? Doing dr-?"
"No, he he-"
"Who?" You ask.

Slow footsteps, bare feet, approach you. The man's head turns in terror.
"Ru-run" he turns around and limps away. Slipping into flooded drain water. He lies in defeat, you step back in terror.
A shirtless and shoeless man, with a chiseled face and torso appears from the shadows. Nothing but torn trousers on him.
"Hello?" You call cautiously.
He turns his head, you look down at his hand as you step slowly backwards. It was covered in blood, all the way to his elbow.
"I-" you drop your umbrella, running in a random direction you hoped was home.