Ferals: Post-apocalyptic

He felt the pain and roared inarticulately before he'd even figured out what happened. His leg burned as if it were on fire. He glanced down into the underbrush and saw a young adolescent girl skittering away crouched on all fours. Her dirty form was clothed in rags. The gush of his own hot blood pouring down his leg worried him. She'd taken a major chunk out of his leg. He wadded up his shirt and pressed it against the wound, then limped after the girl. He had to catch her. It was standard procedure: when bitten by an animal, you had to take it with you to the doctor so they knew what you might get. Even wounded and losing blood fast, he could out think a feral. He knew--

Inspiration: My survival calendar about how to survive an animal bite.
Story Potential: High.
Notes: Somehow her irrationality is cured. This is of course after something devastating happened that reduced most of the world back to animals. Knowing that it can be cured (is she offspring or original damage?) could set up a whole hell of a lot of ethical quandaries and shock reverberating though things.