The re is hot and relentless, rising up from a thicket of
smoldering ash. Lashing at my feet. Filling my eyes with smoky tears of defeat.The ames hungrily stare me down. Like a wolf licking its lips at the sight of an injured animal. Savoring the promise of a feast. Taking its time before moving in for the kill.The wood crackles beneath me. One by one, branches are crushed, incinerated to black dust in the path of the merciless blaze. I am its only target. The sole destination. Everything else is a mere stepping- stone along the way. A dispensable victim to demolish and cast aside as it ghts its way to me.I search my surroundings desperately for help. But there is none to be found. Silence answers my distress. Punctuated only by the mocking
of the ames.They can’t let me die here. Their prized possession left to burn. To shrivel up. To turn to bitter ash. They won’t. I’m sure of it.They will be here soon. They will stop it.