Puck's face was burnt, red and bleeding, his Mohawk singed. His eyes were closed and Artie thinking fast grabbed Puck's wrist and used the little strength he had to try and pull his friend along. Artie dragged his friend close and put his head on Puck's chest. At first Artie heard nothing and was about to turn away sadly, when he felt a pulse running up his arm. He realized it wasn't his and that the only other person there that could have had one was Puck. He was still alive. The living heartbeat that Artie just so wanted to hear made him cry out for joy. And now the hard part; moving.
"Puck please, wake up." Artie's voice was soft and fragile. He was feeling dizzy and nauseous from the fumes that engulfed them. Puck didn't move, no matter how much Artie tried to wake him. He was unconscious.
Finn and Rachel struggled through the hallway when Rachel fell against a locker, gasping and wheezing. She collapsed and slumped on the floor. Finn, still running for his life noticed Rachel was not at his side. He turned around to see a body, slumped on the floor, realizing it's Rachel, he ran back toward her motionless body. One look and Finn knew she won't get up. Finn, sighed in sadness, gathered the lifeless body in his arms and tried to get up. After a few tries, Finn struggled and finally on his feet, he raced toward the door. Breaking out into a ray of sunlight, a gasping Finn dropped to his knees and placed Rachel gently on the ground. She began to cough and then grew perfectly still.
It wasn't anything new. Rachel was being a bitch like always and Artie's self-esteem was at an all time low. Tina walked into her math class, and sat in the back. Her books on the floor she pulled out her papers. There was an odd odor in the room, like burning toast, but it didn't seem to be a problem. A few minutes later, Tina recognized the same odor, but stronger. It was getting humid in the classroom and the other thing was that she wondered where everyone was. Where was her class? Was she missing a meeting in the auditorium?
One minute there was nothing going on and then next she was running down the hallway being chased by the ongoing flames, touching her back as she struggled her way towards the front doors. Suddenly, Tina tripped over something, lying in the hallway and fell forwards, her legs sprawled out in different directions. She was unable to get up from the fumes that surrounded her. The next thing she knew, there was a flash of yellow, orange and red and then nothing.