The smell of pure smoke was awful. Phillip coughed and coughed. Blood and spit is what came up. His fission was blurry, his hands were cold and shaky. For the first time in a long time he felt pure, raw fear course through him.

He was shaking in pain as he desperately grasped at his wounds, trying to stop the bleeding, but he can’t on his own. He sees someone through his blur. He sees someone running towards him.