CHAPTER 1
FIRE
A bright light...that's the first of many things I saw that fateful day. The lights were those of a fire alarm that was hanging on the wall of my room. I immediately sprung out of my minuscule twin sized bed, sending my cyan bed sheets sailing to the stone cold metal floor. With two massive strides I was in front of my red dresser. I flung open the drawers and grabbed a dark blue colored jumpsuit. I unzipped the zipper lining the chest and stepped through the legs of the jump suit. I then proceeded to pull the sleeves over my arms and on my chest. I started to pull the zipper towards my chin, with each inch that it gained it made the jumpsuit tighten on my back.
I turned to my left and grabbed my baseball bat that I had as a child, the one my father had given to me on my tenth birthday. Bat in hand; I made my way towards the door. I stopped at the door and listened to the sounds creeping through the air vents that linked my room and the hall outside of it. I could hear the vicious crackle of the flames resounding throughout the metal corridors of the vault along with the screams and pleas for help coming from the other citizens.
I pondered whether or not I should leave my coffin of steel and rust. Finally I had my mind made; I clenched my hand into a fist and punched the control panel beside my door. At first the door sputtered and only cracked about an inch or so, but after I hit the panel again, it shot open with a "whoosh!" I stepped out into the hall way and the first thing I witnessed was the woman that was living in the room next to me.
I knew this woman to be epileptic because I had heard her significant other trying to calm her from the frequent seizers she had during the night. As I witnessed the woman running down the steel tube, I noticed something, the strobe lights on the fire alarm. Fearing for the worst, I tried to stop the woman by raising my hand and saying "Wait!", but I was interrupted. The woman's eyes made contact with the strobe lights; this caused the woman to be thrown into a violent seizer. The woman tripped on her feet and was tossed through the air like a rag doll; she landed at the top of the stairs to the right of me and continued her crash course by tumbling down them on to a pile of charcoal black, flaming rubble. I watched as her crisp body started to drag itself back up the stairs.
I looked to her and said "Oh god, I'm so sorry!" and continued to run for my life down for the the remainder of the hall until I came to a corner where I met face to face with my childhood best friend, James. As he looked at me and said "Follow me, I know a way out of here!" my vision started to fade away as a piece of paper would if you were to set fire to the center of it. Following that was darkness...