Finn looked down the street and saw flames licking at the wooden houses a block away. The flames made a beacon in the sky, drawing eyes closer.
"s**t! How close is that?" Finn yelled to Marl as he looked up and down the street, assessing the situation. The fire seemed to be spreading quickly. The flames were licking at the wooden walls of the rows of homes, quickly spreading toward the house where Finn was standing.
Marl grabbed Finn's arm and pulled him toward the street. "We need to get away from the fire."
"I can't leave Hope here, she doesn't know about the fire."
"We don't even know where she is." Marl protested.
"Then we knock on all of the doors up the row until we find her."
"That seems like a bad way to go."
"You said she was this way?" Finn turned to the girl, still stand
