A taxi driver who survived the Christchurch mosque massacre has told his incredible fence-jumping story of escape - and how terrified neighbours locked the back door on him in the chaos.
Mirwais Wiziri fled the war in Afghanistan for the peace of New Zealand decades ago.
He was attending prayers last Friday with his close friend Haji Daoud Nabi when the gunman arrived at the Al Noor mosque.
The events that followed were a blur of blood and tragedy - with his mate shot dead while sitting beside him, one of the 50 people slain.
A bullet grazed Mr Wiziri's head - but he managed to flee into the back car park and leap over a neighbour's fence.
He paused for five or six minutes, breathing heavily, blood running down his head, as the pop-pop-pop sound of bullets rang out.
'I thought it was going to stop,' he said on Monday, telling his story to gaping onlookers near a floral memorial for the dead. 'I didn't know this guy came with thousands of bullets, shooting everyone.'
'So I jumped to another house.'
Meanwhile, the gunman was mowing people down as they fled up the footpath out the front of the mosque.
Mr Wiziri then landed in another backyard.
'Because I had put myself on top of the bodies, I had blood on my clothes,' he recalled.
'There was an Asian couple living there at the second house when I jumped.
'And they saw me - they were scared, they locked the door. 'They locked the door, thinking I'm a danger to them.
'I say, ''please I need a phone!'' I searched my pockets … I had forgot my phone, I had left my phone behind.
'I knocked the door, ''please I need a phone to call my wife''.'
'They said ''go, go, go, go''. They didn't understand me.'
He gave up and vaulted over the next fence. He was finally getting close to Dean Avenue, the street the mosque is on.
'I went there, and the guy, a 75, 76 year-old-man was standing there and he was talking on a small phone,' he said.
'I said ''please I need your phone. It's an emergency. Emergency's on the way, thousands of people have been killed, give me your phone''.
'He said, ''no, I have an injured person here! I'm getting the ambulance. Come on, help me.
'So he give me his phone. He was shaking the poor guy. Like, shaking. He was so scared to see the blood. There was blood everywhere in his kitchen.
'And he said to me, ''I never leave my garage door open. And today I left my door open''.
'My door was open, this guy came (needing) help, I help him.'
The wounded man required urgent medical attention.
Mr Wiziri asked him to bring something to press on his injury, and the bleeding stopped. He then told the homeowner he needed to shut his house up - including the garage - and ran from the house to safety.
Wiziri begged two young women on a nearby street to ''please, please, please take me home''. Petrified, they initially locked their car door and put the window up.
'I said, please take me. Please, even take me in the direction … and I can get a taxi and go home.
'I'm safe, I won't hurt you, I need to go home, I don't have a phone to call my wife.
'I wanted to just assure her I was alive because we have a disabled child at home and other children were at school.'
Eventually, Mr Wiziri arrived home safe. Bloody, but alive.
Later, he learned the scale of the horror. 50 people dead, at least the same number injured.
He is now surrounded by friends, some who have travelled all the way from Australia.
The funerals will be held later this week, where he will remember his dead friend Haji Daoud Nabi.