One day I went on a walk alone in a large forest preserve.
I stepped off the path and encountered some small stone ruins and an abandoned camp site. An angry homeless dude stepped out the woods and began stalking me like one of the living dead.
It's an odd feeling to be stalked by danger in a place, where not too far away, people are partying and children are playing.
Thanks for asking and playing :D
P.S. To make matters worse, I had a bike with me in the middle of a huge grass area while this guy was approaching me. Felt like one of those nightmares where you're trying to run, but you move in slomo.