There was a bright light before I realized what was happening. Fire.
Burning the house above me and slowly converting the once breathable air into a black smoke that hurt to inhale.
What do we do? I hear a voice ask. We need to get out.
How? I asked.
The door. Push it open.
I go towards the only door and my hand automatically goes to turn the door handle.
NO!
Startled I stop short of the handle. I feel the radiating heat coming from the handle and let out a small sigh of relief. I move my hand away and look around. There’s no other way out. I’m stuck. Left to wait for the fire to destroy my home and slowly but surely suffocate me.