Author's note: The first few chapters is mostly for setting up an atmosphere, later on it will contain more action and deeper relations. I'll try updating at least once a week, hopefully more often than that. R & R, it keeps me motivated! Enjoy!
Seeing the large flames and dark smoke raise towards the ceiling, the smell of gasoline and the fierce heat made my heart sink down to the bottom of my chest. Breathing a heavy mixture of monoxide, carbon oxide and soot particles made my brain function decrease with a steady pace, making easy decisions hard to make. The fire was escalating quickly and I started to feel disoriented, causing panic to start groing in my chest. I could feel my lungs contracting due to the inhalation of black smoke, causing me to cough forcefully. The smoke wasn't a problem to my lungs alone, it also made my eyes sting and tear up, blurring my vision badly. My thoughts were blank, all I could only think of was the fact that there was a fire and I wanted to escape from it. All the knowledge of how to stop a one were completely gone.
I can't escape…
Without thinking I started to breath more heavily, hyper ventilating that only caused my lungs to contract faster, making it even harder to breath. I coughed and searched for an escape in the gas station that was currently on fire, but as I became more and more disoriented I couldn't think of an way out except for the main entrance. But that was no escape route, it stood cover in flames that were licking the walls all the way up to the ceiling.
I don't want to die…
This would be my final moment in life, but I didn't want to believe it. It can't be, it just can't. The tears already streamed down my dirty face, knowing not all of them were from the cause of the smoke.
No! I don't want to die! Please no! No no no no!
I had no strength left, nor a pair of proper functional lungs and due to the lack of oxygen, the systems in my body started to shut down. I fell to the floor, feeling that the air was somewhat cleaner down here. The heat started to really get to me, causing me to feel utterly stressed as the panic started to reach a high level. Is this really how I die? Without accomplishing anything in my life, never actually lived it yet… I was alone, alone in a building that was caught on fire, doomed to burn to ashes.
But to my shocking discovery, someone grabbed my upper arm and dragged me up from the floor.