"YAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIHHHHHHH!!!!!" screamed the crazed ragged man, as he threw his makeshift spear at the man with the gun.
It grazed the man, knocking the shotgun from his hands, as the wild man tackled him to the ground.
"DIE!" 
Malcom slammed his fist down on top of the man's face, over and over, as if possessed by a large ape.
"YOU WONT HURT THEM ANYMORE!!!!" he yelled, as spit formed around his mouth, and in his beard.
He never stoppped for a moment, his fists become bloody, soaked from the mess of what was once a man's face.
Exhaustion took him over and he tumbled off the man, and just sat there , looking at what he did.
"I'm sorry. " he repeated over and over.
" I tried to save you...both, but i failed."
He began to sob and continue saying he was sorry,as if you were not even there. 
Then suddenly he stood up abruptly, sniffed once, and began looking for his spear.
"Where are you?"
"It's  getting dark, we need to get home soon."
"SPEAR!" he cried out