Without offering the man a response, you rip the pizza out of the man's hands and run, leaving your car behind. You run until you can’t run anymore and finally come to rest beneath an overpass. There are a couple homeless people here, but they appear to be asleep, and are no threat to your food. You open the box and start to dig in. The pizza was jostled a bit in the dash, and it seems you neglected to cut it, so you start pulling at it with your hands. As you start to eat, you hear a shuffling from nearby. You turn to see that the resident hobos have risen, perhaps smelling your freshly baked garlic brushed crust, and are slowly shambling towards you.
"P...p...p-pi-i-i-zzaaaaa-a-a..." They're coming...