The apartment had collapsed, a heavy piece of wood had crushed my left leg. I couldn't move and I'd never be found. The smoke was overwhelming. Gunk was coating my throat, I could barely breathe yet I had to find a way out of here. I could see an air vent only five feet away, and that too felt like it would take me five days to get there. But I didn't have that time. I needed help, I needed to get out of here, find a place to rest.
My hoarse breathing was getting louder surely someone would hear me. How long would it be until somebody found me, a day? I needed help now, an hour?
A light came from the other end of the room, yes I was saved, wait no it can't be no! My ears listened intently to hear voices come from oncoming light.
"Over here, yeah I see em' over here quick..."
I close my eyes, pretending to be asleep, but I'm too tired, I can't pretend anymore, my eyes shut, my brain closes and my body limply slumps from the weight of all the ongoings of the day.
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The Day I Could Have Died
FantasyJake always got himself stuck into tight spots in life. But somehow he always seemed to slip away. Death is Jake's only "friend" and he is always looming close by. Now forced to leave his "friend" behind he struggles to get out of a place that he ne...
