I had talked about how I was stationed in England before so I thought Id just drop another story from my time there.

I was reminiscing on some of the strangest things I've seen as my kids had asked me about the weirdest thing I've seen. So I started with one of my stories about my night shift during a Fall season out in the English countryside. Reminiscing being on patrol and driving around looking for any suspicious activities or giving a hand to people who needed assistance.

Its was about 1 in the morning and I remember the nights started early so I never had much light except for right when the sun would rise around 430 in the morning. But because of the nights being so long the cold would linger and worse, never seemed to get any better with the warming of the sun. I stopped by the main gate to check on the other Security Forces and see what they were up to. We conversed a bit with some small talk and as time passed the boredom rose so, of course, you begin to ask the random zombie questions of: "how would you survive?" "what would you do if it began right now?"

We begin to discuss our plans and how we would fair a bit better but may be over run and have to hold up somewhere or ultimately flee. The discussing goes for a while until around 2 in the morning when we see a man riding a bike out in the road that goes by the base. Well he rides in circles as he approaches the visitors center and that's when we are able to get a better picture. He is completely naked, including no shoes or socks, and in one hand he is holding a huge kitchen knife. We all immediately are confused and step out to talk to the man, but get no response. He is about 20 to 25 feet out in front of us. Now remember that we are 3 heavily armed guys, but we were just discussing zombie apocalypse so we are also very much glancing at each other and back at the naked Brit wondering what just kicked off. Instead we decide to call it in to the desk and let them know there was situation.

At that point the naked man gets off his bike and started to approach us while still holding up this knife and getting no response. We begin to yell for him to stop and not get any closer. He does not listen. We all pull our tasers and aim and give final warnings. He then runs and lets out a banshee, hair standing straight up on your skin, scream and charges. One of the guards then immediately takes the shot and the man goes down scraping every inch of frontal skin. We run up and I kick the knife away and the other guard goes to immediately handcuff the man. He begins to regain bodily functions and starts attempting to bite and scream.

We have him placed on the floor in the visitors center while we wait for special agents to show up and the local constabulary to find out whats up with this guy. We all assume drugs but a small itch in the back of our heads is still telling us there's a possibility this man is trying to eat us.

Once the local constabulary arrives and transports the guy to a hospital we find out he most likely was using bath salts.

Just one of the random encounters while on the night shift.