I don't know why I did it. Why I immediately shot up, running full speed to the sound of her voice, completely disregarding the hole in my leg. All I knew was that I had to get there; to get to wherever she was.
When I got to the building she was in, my head did a spin. The whole building was on fire, the roof about to cave in! Yet some instinct drove me on and I dashed inside. "Help! Please someone help me!" I heard her scream; she was in the very back.
I dashed past a burning door, through a hole made by the explosions, and into a small prison. There she was chained to the wall, the flames inching ever closer to her feet.
"Please, Help!" she said when she saw me.
Now don't get me wrong, I wanted to help her. BUT HOW?
Even before I had finished the thought, my legs were moving, shocking even me. Since when was I brave? I shot over the flames and brought out my knife, picking the lock. Wait, since when did I know how to do that? I picked her up, running for my life as well as hers. The roof behind us started to collapse, shingles and debris raining down, chasing after us. So I threw her out of the front door, just as the roof caved in. BOOM!