The crackle and hiss of fire being squelched by rain. The patter of that rain on the metal roof of a backyard shed. The idling engine of a lawnmower choking and dying as it runs out of gas.
A far off scream. Sirens: police, fire, even civil defense. Sporadic gunfire. Bullets smacking into wood. Sliding glass doors shattering. Running feet slapping on wet pavement.
For a while, nothing but the sound of his own labored breathing and blood rushing past his eardrums.
Moaning. Hands pounding weakly on a door. The squeak of rusty hinges bending.
A grown man quietly sobbing.
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