On the last day of his life, Matthew Swisher told his wife to go to hell.  As with most people, he had no idea this would be his last day among the living.  In fact, he was pretty optimistic about his future after losing 170 pounds of raging bitch and a bright day before him.  Melissa had always had a temper, but even she was surprised by her ability to dig her claws in that particular morning.  Matthew had taken her crap for a solid two years, and when he told her to go to hell he was really saying he was ready to get an apartment and live a lonely but peaceful life.
     He was telling his buddy Jeff about it when they got the call about an accident with moderate to severe injuries.  Jeff was driving, and the route was a straight shot, so they were still talking about Melissa when their ambulance pulled up to the scene.  A man was pulling out in his car, flying around slowed cars and leaving the scene.  At first Matthew had been concerned that he was involved, but years of experience told him immediately which car had been involved and which one had just shot off the road into the deep ravine on the west side of the highway.
     An injured man apparently had lost his mind, and was attacking those around him.  He then stepped into the path of an oncoming car and taken a bone-crushing hit.  Matthew and Jeff were as surprised as anyone else that he was still alive.  In his eight years working car accidents and worse, Matthew had never seen a victim react so violently.  This was what they called a RFU situation, which stood for Really Fucked Up.  He wasn't sure whether to try to help the man or run from him.
     A woman called out, and he looked over at her.  He saw her lying on the side of the pavement and figured she belonged to the car whose skid marks went over the edge.  It was a miracle she was alive, but she was definitely in need of help.  Her face had the pale sweaty look of someone in shock, and she surely had some serious injuries from going over the embankment.  The man on the ground sat up and began crawling towards her.  The woman waited, looking pitifully at the people standing around her (it was then he noticed what appeared to be a chemical burn on the side of her face) and finally threw herself back down to try to avoid the man crawling towards her.  It was this that spurred him to action.  He ran over to the crawling man and sat on his back, trying to restrain him.  He put a lock on his arm, gentle at first but tightening it when the man fought back. This type of hold was painful but not very dangerous.  Impervious to the pain, the crazy man fought back and finally got out from the hold.  He bit Matthew's ankle, and his shattered teeth peeled flesh away as he dragged his mouth around and began to gnaw.  Matthew flipped over onto his back and knew he was about to doom the woman who so bravely escaped a moment ago.
     "I'm sorry lady," he said and kicked the man over the side, away from the crowd.