Chaotic. It was the first word that came to my mind. The smoke that scorched the air burned my throat and eyes, obscuring much of what I knew and heard roaring around me; the rage of a gunfight; enhanced by the detonation of flammable material. Stray bullets the scarred the buildings and obstructions littered about the cleaning of the emptying street.

Flecks of ash fell like a fresh snowfall, sticking to my face and skin as I struggled to my knees and then to my feet.

The small snaps and pops of bullets flying was starting to become more audible as the ringing in my ears began to fall; the race of adrenaline pushed past my body’s every desire to lie back down.

There was still a fight to be won.