My lungs were burning as I ran faster, dodging bullets that I couldn't see and hoping that not all the buses were gone yet. I was half way across the field when I felt it. The rough burn searing the side of my right arm, I lost my pace and stumbled a bit as I raised a hand to my arm. Just a graze, I breathed a sigh of relief but knew I wasn't safe yet, I had to keep moving. Continuing on, I took a moment to glance over my shoulder to see about four soldiers on my tail, all of them had their guns up shooting as they ran. A few horrible moments later, I reached the gravel of the road and ran up to the last bus that was slowly moving out from it's space. "Wait! Please! Wait, I'm here!" I shouted as I waved my arms, racing over to it.