Drunkard

His sight was blurred, and all he could see was the faded outline of a red figure.

RED=Enemy

Like a bull charging towards a red flag, he stomped towards her, trying to fling his bottle at her.

She looked down at her red hoodie.

Probably shouldn't have worn that, she thought, as glass shards pierced into her already scabbed skin, and a pool of crimson blood formed under her.