A.N: :) here's what I've been working on lately. I hope you guys still love me.
Disclaimer: I STILL OWN NOTHING BUT OC'S! DONT JUDGE ME!
Fire erupted around her.
The explosions threw her back, burying her in rubble.
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She blinked awake slowly, smoke and dust surrounding her.
She coughed, sucking more of it into her body.
Flames licked at her back and arms.
"Help!" She could barely breathe.
The world around her was dark and black, with the exception of the flames it harbored.
She could barely bend her arms in the cramped space, but she somehow managed to place her palms on the iron slab that rested on her stomach and legs, and blocked her face like a door.
She pushed, but the slab refused to move.
Her palms burnt, the metal impossibly hot.
She somehow managed to bend her legs, her knees pressing into the offending material.
A rogue flame crawled along her neck.
She screamed and writhed, but she was unable to reach it.
"Help!" She screamed and banged on the metal, tears washing her face.
"Help...me." She whispered, her vision slowly fading away.
"Look for bodies!" A man screamed, and he received an angry response.
"Look for survivors!" Another man yelled.
"No one could have survived this!"
"I see nothing." An arrogant voice. "Let's go."
She growled. "There ARE survivors! She was angry.
She heard everybody freeze.
"Hello?" A voice called out to her nervously.
She raised her fists to the slab again, banging weakly.
Someone ran over, tripping over debris.
She pushed up on the metal near her face, unable to move it.
Metal and stone scraped the iron above her, screeching.
Someone grabbed the iron slab near her feet, sliding their hands to get a better grip.
"Hold on." A man grunted and lifted it from her.
He threw the slab to the side and knelt beside her.
She took a deep breath, her chest free of the extra weight.
"Th...anks." She managed to wheeze out.
"Are you alright?" Two fingers pressed into her neck, checking her pulse.
Her eyes finally focused, and slowly adjusted to the light.
The man was blonde, with icy blue eyes.
"'M fine." She cringed as she sat up slowly.
The others were sifting through rubble, searching for other survivors.
"Careful." He placed a hand on her back.
"Cara!" She rushed to her feet.
"Cara!" She cupped her hands and screamed through them.
"Easy." He tried to sit her back down.
She shrugged him off and ran from him.
"Cara!" Her voice was hoarse.
She searched the world around her with her eyes.
Her eyes caught a charred blue scarf, burnt and torn by the fire.
Black holes littered the item, and it hung in shreds, tendrils of a deadly beast.
She ran towards it, hoping to see its owner.
"Cara!" Her voice was terror filled, weak, and rough.
The scarf hung on a pole, hidden behind a large chunk of concrete.
Dark brown stained everything.