Signs of the Infected

You have decided that you are going to stay and fight. He did strap you to a chair in his basement. The door at the top of the stairs opens. He begins to walk down the steps.
"How the hell did you get untied?" He demands reaching the bottom of the steps.
Without thinking you charge at him, hoping that you might get the upper hand if you surprise him. It doesn't work. He grabs you by the neck and throws you into a nearby wall. You hit your head pretty hard on the concrete floor. Blood runs down the side of your face.
"We as humans are a weak race! We are all sick. And soon we will all die."
You try to climb to your feet, but it's no use. The room is spinning. All you can do now is hope that this man has mercy.
He doesn't.