Something is wrong here, you fear.
Backing up, you bump into something-- and feel hands on your shoulders. Hands dark with filth, ending with long and ragged fingernails. Looking up you see another homeless-- the creased, weathered, dirty face of an woman, elderly or been on the street a long time? The same blank eyes and expression.
"How may I serve you?" she asks.
Wrenching yourself free, you see more of the homeless, a police officer, and a few nondescripts looking right at you. So you run. And run, randomly, through the park, until your lungs burn, sweat drenches your clothes, and muscles ache. Eyes blurred with tears, you stumble and fall, clutching something on your way down.
Tasting blood in your mouth, you look up and see--