Zebel, who was facing north saw Keith running a few blocks away heading east, dozens of darts in him, covered in his own blood. Cops were searching frantically for him, he caused massive destruction in the city, they were now given permission to use live ammo, not just darts. His head was swimming as his healing factor tried to eat as much of the tranquilizer as possible, but his sight was growing dim, and his heart was slowing. Keith dropped like a stone behind some bushed in a park, half dead were it not for the adrenaline. He tried to crawl deeper into the bush to hide and recouperate. He had never been in a rage that long, his body almost couldn't handle it. If he had stayed furious for any longer, his muscles would have begun to tear themselves and his heart would have burst