I looked up at the roaring flames. "I'm a goner" I said to myself. "I'm bleeding out, I'm crispy, and this tree is going to fall on top of me!" I said. "Even if I DO survive the fire, my wounds are going to cause me to bleed out..." I said. "GET THE WATER ON THAT FIRE!" I suddenly heard. Large splashes of water started coating the fire. Eventually somebody pulled the wood away. "COME ON KID!" they shouted. I got up and crawled out of the fire. "Why are you doing this?!" I asked. "Shawoman said you're getting out without any trouble! Fire is trouble, now get back to that bunker!" he shouted, handing me a makeshift cane. I started to stumble in the direction of the camp. "I'm not gonna die!" I said to myself. I then realised that I had lost a lot of blood. "Oh god..." I said as I fell to my knees. "I was gonna live..." I said before everything went black. I saw a light, a bright white light. "Lord?" I asked.
A rapist suddenly came over and looked at me. He was going to help me, but somebody came up and shouted "DON'T TOUCH ANYTHING ON HIM! He's a goner!" and they walked away.