I began to move slowly. Things were not going well. I looked around to assess my surroundings, but everything was blurred. Whatever hit me had evidently jarred my brain. I just closed my eyes and tried to calm myself. I took slow breaths in and out. Finally I opened my eyes again. I still could not make out anything other than fuzzy shapes around me. I began to realize that whatever had struck me had blinded me. Hoping it was temporary, I tried to rely on my other senses. I felt the hard ground where I had fallen and pushed myself upright. I could taste the blood in my mouth and feel a warm trickle down the back of my neck. Finally, I smelled my surroundings. There was an odd odor in the air. It seemed familiar. Right when I realized it was gasoline, I felt a blaze of heat.