DAWN'S POV CONTINUES.
Hurriedly, I dashed towards the large figure lying motionlessly across the floor.
With a brief struggle, I turned the body over and was met with the sight of an unconscious, middle-aged man.
Without wasting a second of wait, I placed my fingers over his nostrils, his warm ragged breaths serving as an affirmation of him still being alive.
On confirming he was alive, I began tapping and shaking his shoulder frantically, in a bid to wake him up so we could both get out of the building in time before it exploded, and collapsed upon us.
Every nook and cranny of the place, other than the little corner we were situated at, had been engulfed by flames, and it was quite clear that if we didn't make our way out of here in time, we would both be consumed by said flames i
