Everyone is running from me, some are passing out, and some are even vomiting. They’re all sobbing and screaming, but all their noises are soon drowned out by sirens. Despite feeling disconnected from them all, I still feel the stinging sensation of pain and the hot pavement melting what remains of my flesh. The noises go on and out as a ringing sound tries to fight for dominance. They’re snapping pictures as they carefully examine my body. It’s only a matter of time before the morgue shows up. Blood coats the inside of my throat as I choke and struggle to breath. It wouldn’t surprise me if my organs stop very soon. I see cameras start to film me as my eyes close one last time.