Home wasn't far, it was half a mile walk at most. I was excited to show Nana the paintings I had gotten, I knew that Parker (my younger brother) would laugh at the one of the dark haired frowning woman. My thoughts scrambled when I heard a scream and I quickly turned around to see the usual, a man was trying to steal from the markets...again. There were recently a few newborns in town and that hadn't happened in a while since most didn't survive sickness or our makeshift hospital. It was great to finally know that families where growing and people seemed happy but there wasn't enough food to go around...or money. I went up to the stand and handed the worker a coin, they seemed thankful even though I didn't pay for near a third what was taken. I was taken away by another scream and was seriously ready to punch this guy when I saw that it wasn't a man at all, but fire. Fire in the market booths, in the buildings, running through the streets, coming straight at me ready to swallow me whole...when something grabbed me, someone. I was there then gone. I was speeding through town fleeing, but I wasn't the one running, i was being carried. I could only get myself to concentrate on where we were going, and it scared me when I couldn't figure it out. I knew every inch of town but things look different in flames.
