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⚠️TW: FIRE AND DETAILED DEATHS ⚠️

A man shouts in horror as he runs down the sidewalk, looking at what was once his apartment. His home.

He trips backwards over someone's foot and grabs onto another person's shoulder for stability. The crowd around him spoke loudly, almost as loud as the fire that roared in front of him.

The fire stood bigger than any one he'd even seen on a movie, flickering and crackling as it devoured the building bit by bit. He was far away from it and yet it still stung his eyes, smoke still choking him along with his overwhelming fear. People around him screamed about their loved ones being inside.

His-his wife was in there. His child.

He screamed with the crowd, he begged someone to go in there to save them, as if his plea would be heard over the hundreds of other people arguing and speaking anxiously.

He saw the vigilante that so many people raved about run towards them and his knees almost buckled beneath him. The hero stopped, hesitated. His lenses widened in the darkness, his body only illuminated by the bright orange light, making the horror obvious as it radiates off his body like the heat did from his apartment.

Taking a second too long, he ran. He ignored the hero, - or what people would call a hero- pushed past some people, ripped through the yellow tape and ran upstairs, ignoring citizens and other firefighters that were yelling at him to stop.

The man mistakenly took a deep breath to shout for his family, instead coughing, and coughing. His eyes filled with debris and the tears that his aggravated eyes had tried to wash it out with. His hair was matted, sticking to the sweat that was beaded on his forehead.

He shouted for his wife and his kid once again, falling to his knees and beginning to dry-heave. Dust and soot shot up his lungs and nose again when he took another deep breath, falling on his side.

He crawls through the hall, ignoring how the world around him swayed and the corners of his eyes were closing in; a dark, blurry, shadowy door that would shut soon, leaving him to burn. He ignored the disgusting mixed scent of burning flesh and wood filling his nostrils.

Beams splintered and cracked above him, falling down with loud thuds, hitting both the carpet and limp bodies that littered the ground. The entire building could fall any minute, any second now. The walls were softened and burned black, parts of the apartment almost unrecognizable.

He makes it to his room, next to the elevator that had open doors, stuck in their place. He looks down at an unconscious body that burned much worse than others. He could only hope it wasn't his wife, as the face and clothes weren't something he could recognize anymore.

He dragged himself into his room, whatever was left of it, and whipped his head around for any sign of life from them.

Though, his movements grew slower and slower.

The last thing he saw before he passed out was what used to be a light brown teddy bear, soft and comforting. Only half of it shown as it was set aflame, bits and pieces of it's puffy fur and pastel pink bow drifting off into the starry sky.