Make a break for it

Not liking these turns of events, you panic, and suddenly run in a half crouch back towards the gate, pushing back the pistol wielding person, who stumbles and hits their back against the wall.

"We've got a runner!"

You're about halfway there before the figure on top of the fence, the one with the machine gun, fires off a short burst in your direction. Most of the bullets whizz past, but one does strike you in the chest, taking the wind out of your sails. You grasp at the bleeding wound and drop to the ground mid-stride, groaning as you start to cough up crimson.

The figure with the pistol rushes over, and fires two shots into your back, finishing you off for good.

People seem to do the silliest things when they panic.