The man had only poured petrol on my midriff as far as I could tell, but I knew if one tiny spark so much as touched my dress, that was it. Suddenly, a huge booming sound rang out behind me, and fresh flames lit up the nearer trees. 'The flames must have found some petrol where I was lay' I thought. I continued sprinting as fast as I could to escape the raging fire, but I was exhausted, I must have been running for miles now. I felt my pace get slower as I got more and more out of breath, I urged myself to go on running, but it was no use. I tried my very hardest to get away, but curling flames began to twist around my ankles, and they were dragging me back with every flicker. I winced in pain as the heat scolded my feet and I began thinking to myself. 'Why don't I just give up? I have nothing to live for anyway. Just stop now. Stop.' I slowed down even more and braced myself for death, but then I heard something revving up close by. 'A street!' I gasped, both out of breath and amazed. I found the power inside of me to run. Run as fast as I can, and don't stop. It was little more than twenty seconds before I burst into a baron street, and collapsed.