[There isn't enough air to make a sound, not enough space to even gurgle. His eyes go wide, and his body goes taunt, arching, heedless of the injury it exacerbates or further pain. It's all strung tight, boiled down to flight instinct...

All he sees from here are flashes, fading in and out. The gun pointed away... the distant figure... the canopy of trees...

And he goes limp, arm dropping and eyes rolling back before the lids drift shut.]