You can't breathe.
You can't even see, trying to blink away the blur as your senses crash back in waves. Fire over your skin. Ringing in your ears. The shouting voices start to spill through again. The air in your nose is burnt. You swallow and taste nothing.
Blood coats your shaking hand, unforgiving as it runs over your fingers and settles under your nails. You cry out trying to apply pressure to the wound. It's almost alien, amongst the greenery of the thick trimmed hedges, crimson painting the stripe-patterned lawn as you claw at the ground and try to keep moving.
You need to keep moving. You're not going to make it to the gate. Dilani's engine roar turns into a distant hum as another shot sounds.