I try to stand, causing the massive wound on my side to get bigger and me scream of pain. How did it come to this I think as I force myself to walk toward the door of the burning hospital I am in. I let out a yelp as I fall again, only this time on my side. It's agonizing, how I can feel the life slowly slipping out of me with every drop of blood that hits the wooden floor beneath me. I start to cry, feeling weak and useless
I hear the wails of patients as the fire burns their flesh and bones to nothing more that merely ashes. I get off my side and press my hand against my side as I run toward the exit. I am finally able to open the door and run outside. Once I am outside I don't waste a moment to run into the nearby woods.
I wince as I feel sticks and stones lodge themselves into my uncovered feet and legs, but there is not time to treat the wounds, for I know that I lost too much blood. I spot a soft spot near the trees and run towards it.
I dig a small leaf bed and lay in it. I can feel the life slip out of me as I close my eyes.
