You soon hear footsteps approaching. Looking towards their source, you see a jogger. What luck! They can help! Without a second thought, you dash up to them (chicken head and all) and start frantically describing your situation.
"BAWK! BAWK BAWK BA-KAWK BUCK BUCK! BA-KAW, BUCK BA-KAW! KAW!"
Apparently, you'd forgotten that you were prevented from explaining anything by the fact that you can't actually talk. It doesn't seem to have escaped the jogger's notice, however, as she is now screaming at the horrifying chicken-man that's suddenly assaulted her. Within seconds, she's swinging a purse you didn't even realize she had right at you, attacking you from all angles.
"BA-KAW! BA-KAW!"
Your panicked cries only seem to double her determination, and the blows start coming harder and faster. With each strike, you take a half-step back, until finally you break into a run. You hate to abandon this one chance at getting help, but the hopelessness of the situation hasn't escaped your grasp. When you've finally escaped her, all you can do is shed a tear for your lost humanity. The encounter with that jogger made things painfully clear: you're a monster, not a man, and there's no place in this world for you anymore. With all the self pity you're drowning in, you can't care in the least as you hear something approaching from the bushes behind you.