You've found a feral man.

Squatting over a trash can in front of you is a suprisingly attractive member of the human race. Supple tanned skin, long blonde hair, rippling muscles and a twelve inch member swinging around exactly where it should be. Oh my goodness gracious.

You decide to try and talk to him. Can't hurt, right? "Hello there. My name is..." Uh... Better think of something. "I'm Rosie. Can you understand me?" His head twitches to face you. There isn't a whole lot going on in there. He stares at you with the eyes of, well, an animal. You swiftly begin to concoct a theory.

You suspect that you are currently in a world where the roles of humans and animals are switched. Wherein Animals are the sentient civilized people and humans are savage mindless beasts. And garbage-scrounging back-alley pests apparently.

The man starts to sniff at you. He's... evaluating you. Trying to figure out what you are and if you are what he thinks you are. A female. A mate. He starts to draw closer to you. His member begins to engorge with arousal. I think he likes you.

So now what? Do you run? Or do you stay?