My ears are ringing. My skin feels like it’s on fire and I can’t open my eyes. ‘What’s happening…’ I think, vaguely aware of the pulsing of my heart. Suddenly my ears pop and I can hear it. The screaming. My eyes shoot open and all I can do is gasp as I try and breathe in the thick, burning air. I only see white, and for a second I think I’m dead. Then I blink, and my vision returns. I shove myself up, my side searing with pain, and stumble around, coughing and trying to find something to brace myself on. I find a crumbling pillar in a mess of flames and rubble and clutch it tightly, my hand immediately going to my abdomen where the pain is most present. I feel something warm and sticky, and my hand comes away red with blood. ‘shit shit shit this isn’t good’ I press my hand tightly against the wound, trying to staunch the bleeding. ‘Okay. Breathe,’ I inhale a shuddering breath, my side prickling in pain as I do so, ‘good. Now we need to find an exit, preferably before the fumes or blood loss get to us.’ I brace my back against the pillar and look around. I see the smoke drifting to the right of me. ‘oh thank the gods’ I think as I immediately push off and struggle in the direction the air was blowing. ‘Finally,’ I think, sunshine blinding my eyes and a cool breeze on my face, reveling in my survival, before everything goes black and I hit the ground.