"Dawson, take this floor, I'm going down to help Mouch clear the basement," Casey calls from across the flame filled room.
"Alright, be careful, Casey," I call back. He takes off down the stairs as I turn down a hallway to my right. I carefully work my way down the hall until I reach the a room. Slamming my fist against the door three times I call out, "Chicago Fire department! Stand back!"
I turn and ram my foot in to the door, knocking the door handle out of the door frame with one solid kick. I turn back around and use my halligan to shove the door open all the way, and step inside, careful of any debris on the floor.
I look through the flames as I step over rubble lying on the floor and call out, "Chicago Fire Department, is anyone in here?"
With no reply and no sign of movement, I move on to the next room. I repeat the same process as before and call through the door, "This is the Chicago Fire Department, stand back from the door."
I turn and kick through the door, and call out again, "Chicago Fire Department is anyone in here?"
Just as I go to turn around I hear a faint moan. I turn back to face the room and look to see if I can find the source, but with so much smoke in the room I can hardly see my hand in front of my face. This room had barely been touched by the flames just yet, but the smoke had gotten too thick.
I pull out my thermal imaging camera and sweep it slowly across the room. When I'm about three quarters of the way across I see a body laying on the ground, motionless. I carefully work my way over any debris on the ground as I head towards the person on the ground, and when I finally reach them I find a woman lying still on the floor.
I kneel down next to her and slowly roll her on to her back to find that she is unconscious, but at least breathing. As I assess her injuries I see several severe looking burns across her chest, right arm, and hand, along with smoke inhalation, but nothing too extensive.
I look back over my shoulder at the doorway just as a beam collapses and flames block my way out. I curse under my breath as I look back down at the woman in front of me. As I think through different ways to get us out, my radio crackles to life with Chief Boden's deep voice, "Everyone, get out of there. The building is about to flashover."
I look back over my shoulder and see the flames rolling along the ceiling of the room and hallway. I hurry over to the door and slam it shut before replying into my radio, "Chief, I've got a woman mid-thirties, severe burns on her right side, and smoke inhalation; and I've got no way out."
"Hold on, Dawson, we'll get you out of there," Boden's voice reassures me as I go back over to the woman. I pick her up under her shoulders and drag her over against the wall to the right of the door. I kick a table over and bring it in front of us to shield us from the blast that I can tell is coming.
I pull my mask off and place it on the woman before laying flat on top of her as I feel the temperature rising even higher. I grab my mike and say hoarsely, "I'll be okay. Don't worry, I'll be okay."
I release the button on my radio as the building gives a low groan and then explodes. I cover the woman's head to protect her from the flames as much as possible as my radio goes off one more time as Casey yells, "Dawson!"
I pass out as I feel the flames burning through the table and my heavy turnout gear...
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Burning Flames (Chicago Fire Fan-fiction) - Under Editing
FanfictionThis is a story about the lives of Chicago Fire House 51's firefighters. What will happen when these brave men and women risk life and limb to protect their city and the ones they love? Read and find out. Disclaimer: This story is all my writing and...