Everything was proving to be too much. Between the heat from the flames in every direction, the smoke filled building, and everything starting to cave in, they all needed to get out of that building. And now.
Dwight -lying on the ground under a piece of the first floor ceiling that had fallen a few moments ago- was barely conscious. He tried opening his eyes, but the smoke made it rather difficult. He managed a peek and saw Charlie stumbling around, trying to find them all a way out. It was no use though, the flames were blocking every window and door on the entirety of the first floor.
Dwight tried pushing the ceiling chunk off of him, having no luck. It was too heavy and he was too weak. He tried to speak to ask someone, anyone, for help and a strangled sounding cough came out instead. Dwight knew that he couldn't give up that easily, yet something was telling him that it was okay to. He tried to fight off the hazy fog starting to cloud his mind, but he lost the battle and ended up falling back into unconsciousness.
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"E-Ethan!" Evan choked out. "Ethan, where are you?" He managed in-between coughs.
No response.
"Ethan!" He yelled louder. This time he heard a faint noise in response, but wasn't sure where it had come from. "Ethan!" Even louder this time, which resulted in him losing his balance and falling to a heap on the ash covered floor.
"Ev… Evan…" A quiet voice finally responded, and Ethan instantly recognized it as that of his brother's.
Sitting up to look around frantically Evan called out again, "Ethan-" he paused in a fit of coughs. "Wh- where are you?"
"Evan… Evan just GO! Get out of here." And the twin passed out on the floor in an unknown location of the building.
"No, Ethan no! I'm not leaving you!" Evan kept calling out, not knowing that his brother was no longer conscious.
"Ethan?" Panic began to rise inside of the twin. He tried standing up but failed, falling once more to the ground, this time losing consciousness.