Learning curve

The young man ran across the streets of a crowded megacity, fear imprinted in his face and sweat staining his shirt. He begged for help crying to strangers uncaring of his pride as a man, yet even those who might have been inclined to help him saw no danger, no immediate threat. Nothing that could warrant such a reaction from someone who was clearly body abled.

"He must be wrong in the head." Said someone in a murmur and someone replied with pity.

"Such a handsome guy, that's too bad."

He continued his race for dear life, sinking his fingers deep into the walls to speed up and even though he was strong enough to leave cracks on the concrete, it was of little aid as he took a wrong turn and met a dead end.