My mouth was full of the smell of dust and gunpowder, and my heart was pounding. I opened my eyes to see the ground was full of blown-out rubble and indistinguishable blackened objects. It took a while for the man who was protecting me to roll over.
He coughed softly, and I turned to see that the silver mask on his face was stained with gray dust. If he hadn't pulled me away in time, I think I would have been blown to pieces by now.
"Are you all right, Daley?" I looked around and slowly got up to make sure there were no more explosions around. At first, my legs were still a little stiff. I didn't know if I was lying on the ground for too long or because I was afraid.
"I'm fine." Daley pulled me off the ground. He scanned the chaos around him with calm eyes. His eyes were fixed on the iron door destroyed by the bomb, and after a few seconds he looked up in the direction of the car just now. I saw anger in his eyes.
