"Will! Will where are you?!?" Henry screamed. The fire...it was everywhere... The smoke filled my lungs...but that's not the worst part...
There I was, lying down, unable to move. A piece if the ceiling had broken off and landed on my legs...oh god I couldn't feel my legs. I looked around for my dearest friend Henry. But all I could see was smoke and flames...and the burning, twisting, corpses off my dearest orphanage members. Sister Alice was still screaming as the flames engulfed her, the smell of her burning hair still remains in my mind today.
The smell of burning flesh was nothing new to me...or any of us...we lived right next to a concentration camp...after all it was WWII...but this smell...oh this smell was much more different to any I've smelled before.
I gagged so many times but I am surprised that I did not puke. It was so much more stronger than what we smelled next door. When I looked around, I could see all the other children crying and screaming before being engulfed in the flames...but even then the screams did not stop.
Some children ran around while on fire, screaming for mommy and Daddy, screaming for sisters and brothers, their bodies boiling and bleeding, turning into charcoal.
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The Wandering
AdventureAfter surviving his orphanage fire, Will cannot forget the horrible moment of seeing his best friend henry being carried off into the forest by one of those...those THINGS! Now Will, a year after the fire, is back to full health and begins to search...
