Amanda Hoffman

Lorna

I ran from room as the roof began to collapse under the weight of the fire. My body exhausted from the sheer amount of surviving I had been doing that week. Running through a maze of hallways as I tried to find any exit, I had not noticed that my coat had caught a light and my arm was engulfed in flames. I spotted the red exit sign and blew through the door. I dodged the fireball’s raining from the sky as I reached the other side of the street. Turning back just in time to watch the building collapse into a pile of rubble. Standing there watching the carnage I notice the flames coming from side, I quickly ripped off my first few layers of clothing and flung them to the ground. “Damn it” I said to myself as I patted out the new forming embers on my sweatshirt. Feeling the cold start to reach my skin, I instantly searched for a new place to take shelter. Spotting a burned out, yet still standing structure up the road, I once again took off through the streets towards the door.