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In the next few chapters the italics will be what happened in the fire. And non-italics the present.
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Chapter 18 – No Accident.
Marian was beginning to feel the heat. At first she'd thought that her date with Robin later was making her flustered, but that theory was cast aside when an alarm rang shrilly through the building. Students got up abruptly, hurrying to the door in panic as the lecturer began to shout.
"Everyone, stay calm," He fought his way to the door, facing everyone and attempting to ignore the sweat trickling down his face, "It's probably a drill, and these doors are fireproof so we'll be fine..."
Those were the last words he uttered as the apparently fireproof door fell towards him and the heavy burning wood crushed him as his last breath came wheezing out.
The flames blew towards the crowd of students, Marian among them. Jessie, the only other psychology student she knew, was at her side, pulling at her arm desperately, "What do we do?" She cried.
Students retreated as the flames began to advance. They were on the seventh floor, Marian knew the floor would collapse very soon, she searched around for another exit.
Mercifully at the other side of the room was a fire exit, Marian breathed a sigh of relief, the chaos around her suddenly seeming far away as she ran towards it, pulling Jessie, her rival, with her.
"Fire exit!" She screamed over the roar of the flames, students had started to follow her, relived grins on their faces, the shock hadn't properly set in.
A fiery beam fell from the ceiling , crashing to the floor, spewing sparks at the screaming crowd.
"No!" Marian shouted as the uproar of noise, from both people and flames began to grow.
Girls began to whimper. Guys searched around for another exit, unsuccessfully. The smoke was thickening, people were starting to cough. Marian's breathing was laboured.
She could feel the smoke clouding her mind. Her thoughts, mostly of Robin, were being driven from her mind as she fought to stay awake. Around her was a wall of thick black smoke, she could see no-body. Her last thought was Robin's lips on hers as she fell to the ground.
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Much was fretting. He observed the pillar of smoke rising into the air from the ambulance as he tried to fight the tears rolling down his cheeks. He was being taken to the hospital to check for any internal damage due to the smoke, he had been one of the lucky ones.
In this ambulance alone two other students, one Much did not know, a young man whose hair was black from the ash. And Carter. Both were attached to drips and oxygen masks, many machines beeping as the vehicle wove its way through the traffic.
Carters beautiful blond hair was now a darkish colour, his face a deathly grey. Much was worried for him, and for the others, he didn't know who was injured and how badly, he didn't even know if everyone has escaped.
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Much was enjoying his free period. Half way through he'd finally finished his Human Biology coursework and managed to hand it in early, in case he forgot it the following day. He wanted to try and find Robin, have a chat, seemingly their former disagreements now resolved. He walked through the corridor just in time to see the psychology door collapse in an inferno of orange flames. Jumping backwards he bumped into Carter, who had heard the bell and panicked.
"Much! We've got to get out!" He said shaking Much's shoulders.
"Stay calm," Much answered, although his heart was racing, "Get towards that exit."
They ran forwards, and in slow motion part of the ceiling above them fell down, a large plank of wood knocking Carter on the head as a pile of rubble buried him.
Much's eyes widened in alarm as he delved into the pile of wood and plaster, the fire and smoke thickening around him.
