The screams were dying out now, or rather they were hard to hear over the sirens, cars and helicopters. Police officers and people who wanted to help we're desperately searching through the wreckage for anyone that that was stay alive.

Some of who escaped the woolpack before it collapsed were now sat in the back of the ambulances with oxygen masks stuck to their faces. What was left of the woolpack was scattered across the car park.

"We need some help over here, I've found one alive." One of the police offices shouted over the noise.

Police offices and firemen came round the body and quickly tried to move all the rubble away from the body. The boys body was covered in burns and his face was barely visible from the blood. One of the firemen lifted up the mans wrist to feel for a pulse.

"We need to get him out of here, he won't last long." The fireman paused. "He's barely got a pulse."

"Let's move him." One of the police offers added as the lifted him onto a stretcher and moved him into a waiting ambulance.

"Hold on, I know this kid." A officer interrupted.

"Yeah? Who is he? We need to tell the family."

"He's one of the Barton boys."