Inspired entirely by BIGBANG'S Monster PV

His head is spinning. His ears are ringing. The ground around him trembles and shakes and there's a steady burn in his leg. Desperate, he claws at the earth in front of him, using his good leg to push himself forward. The door is so close. Bullets scar the earth next to him and he doesn't think as he forces himself to his feet, ignoring the pain that flares up in protest. Just a few steps.

He could cry with relief as his hand at last closes around the metal wheel, heart hammering as he forces the door open and slips inside. There's no point in waiting for the others, he knows they're dead as he slams the door shut again and slides down it. He takes a moment to catch his breath, chest tight as he reaches down to inspect his leg. The burn is more intense and he grimaces at the blood that's seeping through his trousers. Already he can hear shouts amidst the carnage on the other side of the door; he can't afford to rest, leg be damned. Gritting his teeth he hauls himself back to his feet and starts down the oppressing, empty hallway.

He keeps a hand against the wall as he walks, footsteps heavy and uneven. His leg hasn't stopped bleeding, and he's beginning to feel dizzy, blackness flecking the edges of his vision.

There's no way he'll make it out of here like this.

Another step and his knees buckle. He has no choice. The floor is cold as he slumps down, breath coming hard and laboured as his eyes slip shut. His skin prickles and he can feel the marks that creep and crawl across his body. Everything becomes just that little bit clearer; if he concentrates enough he can make out every word that's being called outside, his vision sharp and focused. It becomes easier to move like this, the pain ignorable as he stands again and makes forward with more haste. His eyes gleam in a way that is anything but human as he glances back the way he came, pausing for a second when he can't see or hear anyone behind him.

Something doesn't feel right.

For a second the entire building shudders and he whips his head around. Definitely not right. As he goes to continue forward the wall to his right shatters, smoke pouring into the hallway. He stares for moment, eyes wild before he runs, paying no heed to the building crumbling around him. The smoke is becoming suffocating as he blindly rounds a corner, heartbeat echoing loudly in his ears. More debris falls around him and there's an undeniable, smothering heat in the air. Coughing, he covers his mouth with the back of his hand, squinting as he tries to find a path through the darkening halls.

He has a vague idea of where he is. There should be a test room nearby, if he can just navigate his way to it and the fire exit it holds. His feet stumble over rubble, his leg beginning to slow him down again. The doorway is in sight ahead of him, but as he draws closer the air only becomes hotter. It's stifling; sweat drips down the back of his neck and his lungs feel heavy and constricted.

Fire burns bright and pressing, and he has to stop at the doorway, the blaze consuming the entire room. There's no way he can turn back; the place is coming down too quickly and the smoke is too thick. He braces himself, eyes flitting across the room, and he can just make out a viable path if he moves quickly enough. It's now or never; if he delays too long the flames will create an impenetrable barrier and trap him where he stands.

The heat licks at his skin as he goes in, moving as quickly as his feet can carry him. He can hardly breathe, the smoke filled air burning his lungs and stinging his eyes. The roar of the flames as they spread is deafening, sealing him into the room as he presses forward. His skin is beginning to burn and he puts all of his energy into surging towards the exit. It doesn't take much to force it open with his shoulder, coughing as he falls outside. He scrambles away from the door, watching as the ceiling caves in on where he was just moments ago.

Sighing, he flops onto his back chest heaving as he breathes in fresh air. He lets go, feeling his strength leave and pain appear in its stead as he returns to normal. His eyes slip shut and he wishes for just a moment that he could sleep and forget about staying alive. Everything hurts. But he can't…he can't wait around and wait to be found when they figure out he's still breathing. He drags himself up, wincing as he does so.

The city isn't too far, he knows that much, but he doesn't relish the thought of making his way there. At least his leg has stopped bleeding; small victories he supposes. It's probably the only victory he'll have, besides not dying. Soot and blood covered as he is he doubts he'll receive any help once he reaches the city; only disgusted and mortified glances.

His skin crawls at his filthy state although it's definitely at the bottom of his priorities, but it doesn't stop him from frowning as he checks himself over for injuries. Blisters are already forming on parts of his arms, although it appears he's escaped relatively unscathed.

With another sigh he drops his arms down beside him, gaze shifting upwards as he tilts his head back. It'll be dark before he reaches the city; darkness already descending upon the dusky, evening sky. If he focuses for long enough he can make out the first few stars that are greeting the night. He draws himself reluctantly back to his feet, taking his time as he casts one last look at the destroyed compound he'd called his home.

A quiet, parting murmur is lost in the night air as he turns and heads towards the city with determined, heavy footsteps.